I did NOT gain any weight over the Thanksgiving holiday.
Pictures coming soon (of the Thansgiving holiday -- not of me not gaining weight).
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Rescue me
Would somebody please come and rescue me from all of these loud, smelly males? There is WAY too much testoterone in this house.
Help...
Help...
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Autumn in my neighborhood...
We had a particularly beautiful autumn this year. I was fortunate to be able to capture some of the brilliant colors before the leaves fell off of the trees. Enjoy...
This is the backyard
These were taken at Micah and Jacob's bus stop...
And THIS is me!
Happy Fall, y'all!
This is the backyard
These were taken at Micah and Jacob's bus stop...
And THIS is me!
Happy Fall, y'all!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
On a lighter note...
I never did blog about Joshua's birthday. I think I'm in denial. This "having a teenager" thing is freaking me out. I know people have teenagers all over the world, but, nevertheless, it's still freaking me out.
On October 25, 1993, Matt and I brought a 7lb. 11oz., 20.5 inch bald-headed little baby into this world.
Two weeks ago, this 5'10" 215lb. baby turned 13.
Ah, the magic of time.
Josh is a good boy. He's polite and thoughtful. Does he have an attitude sometimes? Absolutely. But when it all comes down, he makes good choices and is a sweet guy. He's funny, honing his sense of humor more so the last year I've noticed.
He's in the 7th grade this year at Pine Grove Middle and is doing well. Grade cards come out in about another week so more on that later.
The difference between 12 and 13 is pretty big. Lats year on his birthday, he was still asking for toys. This year, it's shoes, jerseys, xbox games and cold, hard cash! And these shoes we speak of? He's in a size 14 now. Help!
Tomorrow night we're having a party. Josh has invited five or six of his friends from school, football and the old neighborhood. Pray for our sanity and nice weather and whatever else you think would help!
PS - Like my cake?
On October 25, 1993, Matt and I brought a 7lb. 11oz., 20.5 inch bald-headed little baby into this world.Two weeks ago, this 5'10" 215lb. baby turned 13.
Ah, the magic of time.
Josh is a good boy. He's polite and thoughtful. Does he have an attitude sometimes? Absolutely. But when it all comes down, he makes good choices and is a sweet guy. He's funny, honing his sense of humor more so the last year I've noticed.
He's in the 7th grade this year at Pine Grove Middle and is doing well. Grade cards come out in about another week so more on that later.
The difference between 12 and 13 is pretty big. Lats year on his birthday, he was still asking for toys. This year, it's shoes, jerseys, xbox games and cold, hard cash! And these shoes we speak of? He's in a size 14 now. Help!
Tomorrow night we're having a party. Josh has invited five or six of his friends from school, football and the old neighborhood. Pray for our sanity and nice weather and whatever else you think would help!
PS - Like my cake?
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Loss
I went to the cemetery today. I don't go very often. It's too hard sometimes.
I talk to Caleb at the cemetery. I know he's not there and he can't here me, but I talk to him anyway. I think I do it more for me than for him. Actually, I know I do.
What prompted me to go is his little brother. Our youngest, Jacob, has been talking about Caleb more than ever lately. We were pulling into the Walmart parking lot yesterday and heard Jacob crying in the backseat. I asked him what was wrong and he just said, "Caleb" and burst into tears. He acted similarly the rest of the day and even a little today (I'm kind of concerned about school for him tomorrow. They've been off the last two days). Jacob was only four when his brother died. Though it's been just over a year and he's only five now, I still wonder if the reality of what has happened is starting to sink in. I just tell him that he can think about and cry about Caleb as much as he wants. And if he wants to think about him and not cry, that's OK, too.
Loss is such a weird process. Abnormal or unexpected loss more so. I mean, we all have loss. Everyone can relate to losing a grandparent and, sadly and eventually, a parent. My heart breaks for those who lose a spouse. This loss of a child is so...
There are no words. Or manuals. Just layers. And when you think you have worked through your layers, more peel back and are somehow deeper. I told my friend, Sue, that after a year, the highs get a little higher so it seems that when you do fall, you fall further.
So I stand in a cemetery and think about and talk to and miss my ten-year-old. I cry. I push back how much I miss him and think about all that he is experiencing with his Father. That helps. I kiss his grave marker before I leave every time.
And then I go home to three beautiful boys and an incredible husband. I thank God for every day we have and everything with which we have been blessed.
And continue this journey...
I talk to Caleb at the cemetery. I know he's not there and he can't here me, but I talk to him anyway. I think I do it more for me than for him. Actually, I know I do.
What prompted me to go is his little brother. Our youngest, Jacob, has been talking about Caleb more than ever lately. We were pulling into the Walmart parking lot yesterday and heard Jacob crying in the backseat. I asked him what was wrong and he just said, "Caleb" and burst into tears. He acted similarly the rest of the day and even a little today (I'm kind of concerned about school for him tomorrow. They've been off the last two days). Jacob was only four when his brother died. Though it's been just over a year and he's only five now, I still wonder if the reality of what has happened is starting to sink in. I just tell him that he can think about and cry about Caleb as much as he wants. And if he wants to think about him and not cry, that's OK, too.
Loss is such a weird process. Abnormal or unexpected loss more so. I mean, we all have loss. Everyone can relate to losing a grandparent and, sadly and eventually, a parent. My heart breaks for those who lose a spouse. This loss of a child is so...
There are no words. Or manuals. Just layers. And when you think you have worked through your layers, more peel back and are somehow deeper. I told my friend, Sue, that after a year, the highs get a little higher so it seems that when you do fall, you fall further.
So I stand in a cemetery and think about and talk to and miss my ten-year-old. I cry. I push back how much I miss him and think about all that he is experiencing with his Father. That helps. I kiss his grave marker before I leave every time.
And then I go home to three beautiful boys and an incredible husband. I thank God for every day we have and everything with which we have been blessed.
And continue this journey...
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Football
You know, life is interesting sometimes.
I don't get football. Never have, really. What's more surprising is that I sat through 5 years of high school football games -- by being a proud member of the Pleasant High School Marching Spartans -- yes, I was a band geek (5 years because I marched as an 8th grader). All of that aside, I watched all of that football and didn't "get it". You have downs and flags and ... stuff.
Strangly enough, at 34 years old, football has become a big thing in my life lately. Our 13-year-old son has just completed his first football season. When I wasn't helping our younger two decide which coloring book belonged to whom, I was peppering my husband with questions about the game. So I learned a little.
Also, we've never been ones to watch THE game, but again, our son's recent involvement in the sport has caused an interest to watch a game or two (usually the Patriots or the Ravens). The people to whom's house we go for small group are also into football.
So, after all of these years, I'm starting to "get it." The downs, fumbles, penalties, scoring system are all starting to make a little more sense. And I guess it's kind of fun. So I close with this thought -- Go Buckeyes -- and this picture of my future NFL player...
I don't get football. Never have, really. What's more surprising is that I sat through 5 years of high school football games -- by being a proud member of the Pleasant High School Marching Spartans -- yes, I was a band geek (5 years because I marched as an 8th grader). All of that aside, I watched all of that football and didn't "get it". You have downs and flags and ... stuff.
Strangly enough, at 34 years old, football has become a big thing in my life lately. Our 13-year-old son has just completed his first football season. When I wasn't helping our younger two decide which coloring book belonged to whom, I was peppering my husband with questions about the game. So I learned a little.
Also, we've never been ones to watch THE game, but again, our son's recent involvement in the sport has caused an interest to watch a game or two (usually the Patriots or the Ravens). The people to whom's house we go for small group are also into football.
So, after all of these years, I'm starting to "get it." The downs, fumbles, penalties, scoring system are all starting to make a little more sense. And I guess it's kind of fun. So I close with this thought -- Go Buckeyes -- and this picture of my future NFL player...
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