have you seen seamless socks

Yes I'm serious. I need to find some for Abbie. I hate socks, really I do, but when it's cold I'll wear them. So will she, but only after we force her and there's lots of crying from both of us, and I don't think they stay on very long. The seams itch her. So I googled seamless socks, I found them, but they are 3 bucks a pair. Now I love her and I want her to have warm shoes, but at 3 bucks a pair that's insane for socks. I don't spend that much on socks for me, even the cute ones, I wait until they are out of season and buy my Christmas socks at Easter.

Anyway, have you seen any?

quickie

We have music with our cable, channels and channels of music. Abbie sleeps in my room when Rick is out of town and she listens to the "tv music" I usually put it on classical or light classical or something like that. Well Saturday I heard her saying something and figured she was talking to her animals, she finally found me and said "but mommy I wanted big band." BIG BAND, AWESOME I love it really I do, but how many 4 year olds even know what big band is? I tried a wrong channel to see if she knew what it was, she did!

Also, did you know a little pumpkin, one that a 4 year old can carry around the house for a long time, can make a pie, 2 loaves of pumpkin bread and still have pumpkin left over? That's what we did yesterday. Next weekend, grape jelly.

SO SWEET

Abbie was looking rather somber so I asked her what was wrong and she said I'm sad for JoAnn and your Grandpa, I said why and she said they are in heaven. I told her we didn't need to be sad for them, they were in heaven with God and weren't hurting or anything anymore. Then she said ok, but we don't ever throw anyone out of our hear mommy.

October

It's breast cancer awareness month. Everything has a month and a ribbon. I was being a good kid and adding a ribbon to my siggy at work so I put this in my siggy.

It's pretty right, perfectly acceptable. Then I heard about a number I heard on the debate last night. **WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE DEBATE, JUST THIS NUMBER** Ten Billion a month in Iraq TEN BILLION A MONTH IN IRAQ. I can't even think what 10 billion of anything looks like I thought to myself. I don't really know why that number popped in my head, but perhaps it was because I was thinking about the sea of people at the starting line of the Komen walk I was at earlier this year. It wasn't close to 10 billion, not anywhere close not even a fraction, but there were people as far as I could see in both directions, there were so many people we decide it would be better to watch than to walk with Sarah and Abbie in that crowd. Probably thousands, if THOUSANDS of people look like that how many is TEN BILLION. They can spend 10 billion. Rick said it's not even real money, even better, if they can spend 10 billion of not real money a month, A MONTH, couldn't they take just one month and put it to something good? JUST ONE MONTH OF THAT MONEY and maybe we wouldn't be adding stupid little sweet pretty pink ribbons to our siggys. and that made me want to add this ribbon.

Can you read that, Breast Cancer! Say It! Fight It! Cure It! Damn It! I didn't add it, I need my job and it's not "professional"

but if they could take one month of that 10 billion damn it, what could we use pretty pink ribbons for then?

totally random

How many times a day are you asked "how are you" and someone actually cares? Really think about it. In my job almost everytime I answer the phone someone is asking and I TRUTHFULLY don't think any of the people asking care. Even people walking by me, "Hi, how are ya" don't think they really want to know. Very rarely are we asked that question and someone really wants to know. I want to pick a day, and every time I am asked that question answer it truthfully. Can you imagine?

How are you, well considering my 4 year old fought me tooth and nail about getting dressed, insisted that she should have sugar and donuts for breakfast, told me she only wanted her daddy to take her to school would I call him to back for her and then cried that I she would miss me when I was leaving her at school I'm great, oh well except that our power bill is high, water bill is going to double and money isn't growing on a tree in my back yard. CAN YOU IMAGINE if you said that or anything even remotely close?

Right now I tell people I'm awesome, and they say really you are, nope but if I keep saying that it has to be true eventually.

why shy?

Abbie's so shy, I'm not sure why. Ok, well maybe her mom & dad are shy. My friends don't believe me when I say that, but obviously they don't remember when they first met me, not when they first got to know me, but when they first met me. When I first started working with you, or seeing you at Abbie's school, or where ever it is I know you from. Really I am shy. I'm slow to warm up but once I'm warmed I'm hot. Rick is the same way, well unless you are holding a transmitter, then he doesn't care. But even people who have known him for years sometimes haven't heard him string together more than 5 or 6 sentences at a time. However, if you get to know him and get him talking about something he's interested in, he WON'T SHUT UP.

I think I missed out on a lot sitting back and doing nothing. How many things in highschool or college or since then could I have done better at if I was willing to jump right in. Even now, there are things I'm not doing or am not doing well enough because I'm hesitant.

I'm not sure why, we are just like that. And now so is Abbie. It hurts me to watch her in a new situation, something she REALLY wants to do but I can't help her do. I know I can't always help her, or be there next to her all the time, but it's so hard to know she wants to do something, but she's just not there yet. She's started dance. REALLY wants to go every Saturday, but then gets there and she can hardly join the circle. My dance teacher, joining was not a choice. We always said if we died before the next class prop us up next to the piano cause Audrey wasn't having any of that missing class stuff! Abbie's teacher is gentle and soft and doesn't make the kids do anything. Well a little of that is fine, but Saturday she didn't do ANYTHING with the rest of the class, and from what I could tell the teacher didn't even bother to try. I understand she's the shy one, I get it, really I do however I've worked with other "shy" ones and a little goes a long way. But with $30 for a six week session what can I expect.

So I know there's not a lot of comments, but what are your suggestions. Did you have a shy one? What did you do. It's not just dance, it's playing at the playground, with kids of friends, anywhere there are kids she doesn't really know. It's not just kids, cause I see LOTS of kids who just jump right in. She is the only one in her class who sits on the side. I just don't want her to miss out.

bagles

Did I tell you all I made bagels? Garlic & Onion this time. Next time I think I'll make 1/2 sweet 1/2 savory. I had NO idea how easy they would be to make! Enjoy

Also, check out the dinner Abbie made AND ATE. Salmon patties, who'd a thunk she'd eat that. She's been living on cereal and yogurt lately, but turns out if we let her make it she eats it!

that's not him

So we decide, ok I decided it was time to go back to church. I mentioned it and Abbie was shocked at the thought we could actually go to church, so I figured it was time. Well we went yesterday. The left overs of Ike were over head and we got SOAKED. I figured God was just shocked Rick was with us :) Anyway I dropped them off and when I was running in the down pour I dropped my keys in a puddle that was so deep they floated UNDER A CAR. So in the POURING rain I'm not quite on my knees trying to balance my purse, Abbie's back pack, the umbrella and something else to dig my keys out. I got them and got inside.

Abbie was really very good, I was glad. She was curious about many things and whispered a lot of questions. Then I noticed her looking at the crucifix over and over and over, so finally she whispered in my ear "Mommy that's not Jesus Christ it doesn't look at all like him" I guess she was looking for the long brown hair guy.

Then when he talked about remembering those of us who have gone before us to heaven, or what ever the line is, Abbie said pretty loud, Mommy he knows JoAnn and your Grandpa. Funny the things kids hear and remember. Brought tears to my eyes, but reminded me we were in the right place.

Dancing

Have you met Abbie? Have you spent any time in her presence when there is music around? She loves to dance right? So I watched for the parks district catalog to come out, they had a dance class that fills right away every time and I managed to be a responsible mommy and get her signed up. We got the shoes, explained what the heck a leotard was, added tights and a matching skirt and she was ready. She had her first class Saturday. I checked to make sure we could watch, sure they said, they were wrong. There's a little window about 12 inches wide and trust me 20 parents don't all fit. anyway, grandma and I left her there for the class and were back before it was over. She looked like she had fun. We played at the playground until some girl told her she shocked her and then we went home. Plastic slides, dry air are apparently not a good combo.

Anyway, in the car on the way home I said so did you have fun. No I don't like dance and I don't want to go back EVER. Ok, chalked it up to being tired? Later I asked her more about it and she said it was boring and she didn't like listening to the teachers voice. LOVELY. I'm not going to force her to do something she dislikes, really I won't, but she has to go back. We paid for the session and she can't just give up after one class.

She spent the week before the class with Grandma & Grandpa, who are wonderful. I'm hoping that she just wasn't ready to listen to the teacher after a week of loving grandparents who think she does almost no wrong. Let's face it who after a week of vacation wants to listen to anyone :)

She's going back on Saturday, it's not ok to give up after just one time right? Cross your fingers.

What did you do this weekend?

What did you do this weekend? We made jelly, baked bread, made a bird house and baked bread. Yes we baked bread twice.

First we made peach jelly. We had a lot, I had no idea how much 2 pecks of peaches would be until we had it in our hand :) It's chunky peach and the peaches are from the farmers market so they were super fresh. Here are some pictures of the jelly

All of the jars processed perfectly!!

Then I made some bread with Abbie. What a wonderful thing, we had a blast. Sweet whole wheat. It was AMAZING with that fresh jelly.

I also made challah, not so great on the breading, but yummy.

So lots of pictures, my first jelly, Abbie's first bread and my first challah.

oh the bird house.

LOVE IT

Not a post about Abbie, sorry.

I got a ped egg yesterday and I LOVE IT. My feet were so nasty I wouldn't even get a pedicure anywhere ever, but now I don't even need one! It was 10 bucks and I figured I'd be wasting my money, but figured what the hay. I LOVE IT. I thought it would hurt, even a pumice stone or foot file make my feet a little sore, but this was just like rubbing it with my hand. My feet are as smooth as Abbie was the day she was born, ok not quite, but way worth the 10 bucks.

I almost never wear shoes, my are dry, thick and cracked YICKY and now I'd send you a picture of them and not blush.

Anyway just wanted to share.

Blankets

When I was pregnant with Abbie I had high expectations of myself. I found a cute cross stitch blanket kit with lovely animals that sort of matched the theme of her room. So I set out to finish it before she came. GOOD THING SHE WAS LATE. But I finished it before she was here and it was a great baby blanket. It was huge when I was working on it, seemed like I would NEVER finish.
I made her another blanket, her sweet heart blanket. I had some material I bought probably 6 years before she was born. It has hearts & musical notes and the words to “you are my sunshine” After I had her I knew I had to use it to make another blanket. I decide to quilt around each of the hearts. Ok the hearts are an inch or so in size and I’m guessing there are a couple hundred on the blanket and it felt HUGE. Maybe it just felt like that, but there’s a lot. So I quilted and quilted and quilted. Finally I finished it. I have no idea how old she was. but I finished it and she LOVED her sweet heart blanket. It’s pretty big, not quite big enough for a comforter, but covers most of the top of her twin size blanket.

When she started at Kids First she chose the cross stitched blanket to take with her. I was worried that when they washed it every week they wouldn’t be as careful with it as I had been. I worked LONG AND HARD on that and remember feeling her move beneath it as I was desperately trying to finish it thinking she’d be there any second. Ok, so I was way wrong, but anyway. I was hesitant to let her take it, but it’s what she wanted so she took it.
Last night picking clothes for the next day she told me she needed to wear long pants to school because her legs got cold at nap time. When I asked her what happened to her blanket she told me she was too big for it. Too big for that blanket that took me probably 6 months to finish? What did she want instead I asked, thinking it meant a trip to the store for a blanket, but she said her sweet heart blanket was big enough. Looking at it I thought it couldn’t be bigger than the other blanket, just didn’t seem like it, especially when I held it up to her. Looked just like the animal blanket.

So we took it to school this morning and did the swap. The sweetheart blanket was the same size as the animal blanket… the last time I saw it next to her. She’s grown. It’s odd how things like blankets are what make me see how much bigger she is. I remember the first time I laid her on the animal blanket how tiny she seemed and now it’s not even big enough to cover her legs.

Well now I know how old she was when the animal blanket became too small, how old will she be before the sweet heart blanket is too small?

I’ll say one more thing about blankets. When she was born we had so many hand made blankets I thought we’d never use them all. Each one has been named and loved more than I ever thought possible. We treasure each and every one and I’ve decided it’s my new gift to mom’s, something handmade to love their baby with and to remember the hands that made that wonderful gift.

how old

When you have a child there are so many “how old’s” how old was she when she rolled over, sat up, walked, talked, was potty trained, slept through the night, rode a bike, started school. The list goes on forever. Those are ALL very important things, but here are the how olds I’d love to know, good ones and bad ones

How old will she be before I stop sitting on the end of her bed watching her sleep?
How old will she be before my heart breaks as I walk away from her class room?
How old will she be before I stop waking because I “think” I hear her?
How old will she be before I know if I’d made good choices, at least for some of them?
How old will she be before she realizes I’m not quite so perfect?
How old will she be when we have our first real fight?
How old will she be when she looks at her own baby and wonders if it’s even possible that I ever loved her as much as she loves the baby in her arms?
How old will she be when she looks at her own baby and realizes that I always did and still do love her as much as she loves the baby in her sights?
How old will she be when I stop wondering if I have the right carseat, dr, daycare, tooth paste or what ever it is?How old will she be when she really understands how much I love her and would do ANYTHING for her

four years ago

4 years ago today I was probably sitting on my couch feeling sorry for myself. It was one day past my due date and my second week off work. I started my leave the first of July because all along they’d been saying the baby was big, I’d go any day but for sure before my due date of the 8th. I WAS MISERABLE. Abbie moved as much before she came out as she did after, and her favorite position was stretched out so something was under my right rib and something else was poking my left hip.

Every morning I’d come downstairs jumping step by step hoping that gravity would help. I walked and walked and walked, and when I wasn’t doing that I slept. I still have the only thing that I wore that was actually comfortable, it was red and UGLY, but it was relatively cool and comfortable. That dress was the LAST thing I wore before she came and the LAST thing I would ever want to wear again J

Little did I know how much longer I had to go. Looking back I can see it was only 11 days, but those 11 days seemed to drag out FOR MONTHS.

In the end she was more than worth it and I miss feeling whatever that was under my ribs. Now though I can feel all of her poking me early in the morning as she climbs into our bed and for that I’m thankful.

Smarty Pants

So we have a rule at our house, it was a rule I had when I was little, if you don't know what a word means you can't say that word. Eliminates explaining what some things mean to a 3 year old :)

So this morning I rolled out a little farther into an intersection at a 4 way stop than someone thought I should. I wasn't in the intersection, just close, sorry I don't usually, I was in a hurry and it was a BAD morning!! anyway the man who thought I went out too far was looking at me like I had purple hair and antennas even after he was in front of me, so I said keep looking fool it's better than driving or something like that. I didn't call him stupid, no cuss words nothing like that. From the back seat I hear

"Mommy I don't think fool is a very nice word, do you even know what it means"

HONESTLY THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID

so I told her, you are right it's not a very nice word, but I do know what it means

"well what does it mean then mommy"

"it means that this man is not very smart"

"I don't think so mommy, you probably shouldn't say that again"

Happy Friday.

SERIOUSLY

why is it that the ONLY time in the 2 years we have had this printer that I ACTUALLY WANT TO PRINT ANYTHING I have to go to the store buy printer cartridges and figure out how the heck to use them. SERIOUSLY. And apparently there are 2 different color cartridges that will work and I GOT THE WRONG ONE. Why the heck is it printed ON THE FLAP OF THE PRINTER if it's NOT GOING TO WORK. REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So now 70 bucks DOWN THE DRAIN and I still don't have the wonderful fathers day gifts I dreamt up. That's a tank of gas for the love of pete!!!!

pictures

this should be the link to our pictures from DC. Enjoy

http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=9715l27e.3mbdw5xm&x=0&h=1&y=mbrmbs&localeid=en_US

stay tuned

My goal is to get all the pictures and video from our trip uploaded tonight. WE HAD A BLAST DC ROCKS!

Now back to reality.

another first

We've lived here for almost a year so you'd think all the first except the first anniversary of the purchase would be over, you are wrong! We had our first dinner in the yard. We have a little short outside table and tonight we put it up. Rick BBQ'd pork steaks for me, brats for him and we had a cook out. That's what Abbie called it even though she ate left over pizza, hey she's no gourmet, and mostly a vegetarian these days, but she ate out with us.

We had some strawberries that were getting soft so I whipped up a pie, yes on a Monday night. It was YUMMY, although Abbie thinks the only part that is pie is the crust so she scraped off all the strawberries, raspberries and juicy stuff and ate just the crust, but hey we were all happy and full when we were done.

Hoping your weather is as nice as ours and you can get out for some fresh air soon

GOOSE EGG

So Abbie's been unusually attached to her father and unusually hateful to her mother, just in time for Mother's Day, wonderful. Tonight she started throwing her fit the SECOND I walked in the door at school. She wrapped it up in time to get in the car and say she didn't want to talk. Ok fine. Then 1/2 way home we had this conversation
"momma what color are your eyes"
"my eyes are hazel (cause the mostly are)"
"momma hazel is the worst color of eyes, I don't like hazel"
silence from me (yes honestly silence)
"momma hazel is the worst color of eyes, I don't like hazel"
silence from me (yes honestly silence)
"momma hazel is the worst color of eyes, I don't like hazel"


yes that many times. What was there for me to say, NOTHING. I know it's a phase, but man am I screwed when she's 14 or 18! So by the time I got home I was ready to hand her off to her precious father and do anything else. As she was getting out of the car she shoved my hand away so I took a step back from the car. She likes to put one hand on the door one on the seat and swing her feet out. So tonight as she swings her feet out her right hand slips and she goes flying at a funky angle just as I'm stepping away from the car, lands with a CRACK on her head and then a flop as her body hits the CEMENT floor of my garage! Much to my relieve IMMEDIATE AND LOUD SCREAMING. Ice, hugs, kisses, feeling of the great goose egg. She is fine. Totally fine, big old goose egg, ok maybe a robin's egg, but still. During the screaming and ice, momma, momma. The precise moment she realized she was not dying, dadda, dadda.

you have got to be kidding me!