Thursday, January 29, 2009
I need your help!
I am doing an activity for RS and need some help. I would like you to tell me the five most unusual things you have in your purse. I need some ideas to use for the program (would rather be cooking). I would love to have unusual stuff but some of the basics would be nice as well as I don't carry a purse and have no idea what women put in them! HELP PLEASE
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Family Pictures
We had my dear friend take some family pictures of us for Christmas cards. Here are some of the others that turned out so GREAT - her name is Megan Archibald and when I find her web site I will add it - in the mean time - I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Thanks MeganSaturday, January 17, 2009
Ain't that the truth
So I found this on my cousin's blog and had to share it!
A letter written to a Washington Post Advise columnist.
Dear Carolyn:
My best friend has a child.Her: Exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc.Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today?Her: Park, play group . . .
OK. I've done Internet searches; I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please, no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners. . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them every day. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day, and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail?
I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events), and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy — not a bad thing at all — but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth?
Is this a contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids, and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.
— Tacoma, Wash.
Dear Tacoma:Relax and enjoy. You're funny.Or you're lying about having friends with kids.Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand — while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom friends are either lying or competing with you — is disingenuous indeed.
So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries and questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family members and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting the constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything — language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity, empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy — and then when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend — a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends or marvel at how much more productively she uses her time.
Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself.
-reprinted without permission
A letter written to a Washington Post Advise columnist.
Dear Carolyn:
My best friend has a child.Her: Exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc.Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today?Her: Park, play group . . .
OK. I've done Internet searches; I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please, no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners. . . . I do all those things, too, and I don't do them every day. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day, and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail?
I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events), and I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy — not a bad thing at all — but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth?
Is this a contest ("My life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal? I've got friends with and without kids, and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.
— Tacoma, Wash.
Dear Tacoma:Relax and enjoy. You're funny.Or you're lying about having friends with kids.Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand — while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom friends are either lying or competing with you — is disingenuous indeed.
So, since it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries and questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family members and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting the constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything — language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity, empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy — and then when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend — a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends or marvel at how much more productively she uses her time.
Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself.
-reprinted without permission
I just think keep your snit to yourself!
This is what I do all day long - watch Brian and Kristian play Rock Band!
That and rearrange all of Kristian's stuff animals so that he can find his bed to sleep!
And occasionally clean house (very occasionally), try and keep the drums to a mininan, take my kid to Dinosaur Park, run to the potty when called, wipe his runny nose 40 times and hour (kid hates to have a runny nose), and if I am lucky watch Deigo once or twice with a handsome boy in my lap! Sorry I don't get to my blog often enough.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The Cabin in the snow
Well we finally made it into the cabin. Last year we tried three times and never made it. I were going to leave on Friday and it was too snowy, then Saturday was just as bad. The weather finally cleared on Sunday and we got on our way. We were just about there when we got a phone call from Dax (our friend that was going to take us in in his snow cat) that said that his machine was busted and he would n
ot be able to get us in. Brian, Camille and I decided that we were going to try going in on snow shoes but by the time we figured it all out it was 4 pm and it was too late to try that day. We got up early Monday morning and were on the m
ountain by 10. (which was good because it took us 4 hours to get in) Kristian got some snow shoes for Christmas and he loved them. Though he walked up and down the parking lot so often while we were getting ready that he wore him self out and fell asleep on the sled which Brian pulled. It is so peaceful up there in the winter. It always 
seems as though there is no one around for miles, but in the snow it is tenfold. This picture just does not do it justice but it is as good as I got. Kristian did great until the last half hour (which would not have happened if I had not had to go back to get the keys that I forgot). By the time we got into the cabin we were all toast. Kristian has so much fun at the cabin that it is hard not to have fun with him. He and Camille went out and dug a hole in snow so that you could see out the window. Thanks Camille for going with us so Kristian had someone to play with.
ot be able to get us in. Brian, Camille and I decided that we were going to try going in on snow shoes but by the time we figured it all out it was 4 pm and it was too late to try that day. We got up early Monday morning and were on the m
ountain by 10. (which was good because it took us 4 hours to get in) Kristian got some snow shoes for Christmas and he loved them. Though he walked up and down the parking lot so often while we were getting ready that he wore him self out and fell asleep on the sled which Brian pulled. It is so peaceful up there in the winter. It always seems as though there is no one around for miles, but in the snow it is tenfold. This picture just does not do it justice but it is as good as I got. Kristian did great until the last half hour (which would not have happened if I had not had to go back to get the keys that I forgot). By the time we got into the cabin we were all toast. Kristian has so much fun at the cabin that it is hard not to have fun with him. He and Camille went out and dug a hole in snow so that you could see out the window. Thanks Camille for going with us so Kristian had someone to play with.
Christmas at our house - better late than never
We had a wonderful Christmas and hope you all did as well. Christmas is very busy at our house. First we start with Christmas Eve at Grandmas Gifford's eating Navajo Tacos and opening gifts. Then the big event at our house Christma
s morning where Kristian got Drums from Santa (big surprise there) and then Christmas dinner at Grandma Bingham's with even more gifts. BUSY BUSY BUSY Kristian had to set up his drums and play with the blue guys right away. We had to set up a few rules though; no drums before 9 am or after 8 pm just to keep me sane. I got a Willow Tree Nativity from Brian and Kristian.
Kristian gave me the Ox and Goat cuz he loves animals. Grandma Bingham got us a Wii - so now we are among the COOL people. We have had great fun with it. Francisco got a Wii and Rock Band 2 and we played that all day on Christmas day (till Brian got blisters). So it seems like that will be our next purchase.
s morning where Kristian got Drums from Santa (big surprise there) and then Christmas dinner at Grandma Bingham's with even more gifts. BUSY BUSY BUSY Kristian had to set up his drums and play with the blue guys right away. We had to set up a few rules though; no drums before 9 am or after 8 pm just to keep me sane. I got a Willow Tree Nativity from Brian and Kristian.
Kristian gave me the Ox and Goat cuz he loves animals. Grandma Bingham got us a Wii - so now we are among the COOL people. We have had great fun with it. Francisco got a Wii and Rock Band 2 and we played that all day on Christmas day (till Brian got blisters). So it seems like that will be our next purchase.
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