I was feeling pretty blue last night but I do feel better this morning.
For one thing, my candidate is awesome, isn't he?
Secondly, my bathroom scale is also awesome. This morning it told me that I've lost 10 pounds since February. Which leaves me with 25 more to go to make my 'little goal.' Go me!
And I meant that with all sincerity. I adored her husband as a president, but I never did like her. After this, I'd rather have McCain than her.
One of my dearest friends and her husband are trying to raise money to fund their Ethiopian adoption. This is their Cafepress store. You should check it out!
For years now, I've been taking flack from my aunt and other family members, who think I should drive my daughter to school just because we live 1 mile form the school. We walk every day, rain or shine, even when I have a cold. I just bundle up, bring tissues and we're off. She also says I need to get out and drive more, go places and do things like trips to the shopping mall, movies, etc.
But for all this time, I've been getting away with filling up my truck once, maybe twice a month instead of once or twice a week. With the climbing gas prices, it seems like a good policy.
Finding this article seems like Fate, because I was just telling my parents that I think this is exactly what the American public needs to do. To shun both the oil and gas industry and the car manufacturers alike and start riding bikes or walking. Sure, it might take more time to get to work, but it would also put money back in our pockets, help stave of rising obesity (especially if, instead of driving your kids the two blocks to school, you encourage them to walk or ride their own bikes) and help get us in better touch with our neighborhoods and environment.
::Applauds Brian LaFave::
I'm not sure I'm ready to try and sell them yet, but here is my latest blanket..
Well, Brenna, Mickey and I colored eggs all by ourselves this year. Was different doing it without Steve, but we persevered with smiles so we could send pictures to him and brighten his day. He says where they are located is high in the mountains and he feels very isolated.
These first photos are the prep-work. Vinegar, egg dye, and finally, the first eggs in the cups.
More shots of the eggs, coming out of the dye, mostly.
These are Mickey, playing with plastic eggs. He wanted to help with the real ones, but he cracked two, so I figured the plastic ones were safer for him.
And now Brenna being a ham.
Lastly, some random shots of the finished products.
Well, it's 6am and I have been up since 4, thanks to my dear sweet little boy who woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep. First, I tried letting him cry it out (after the usual diaper-check, milk cuppy, random-everything-else check) and then I tried taking him into the bed with me. Why I did this, I don't know because it has never worked (and I really mean NEVER, because even when I was breast feeding him bringing to bed with me was never an option he enjoyed). He snuggles for about twenty minutes and then wants to play.
THEN I got up and decided that if he wanted to play, we could go out to the living room and he could play and maybe I'd pick up the house a little bit more in preparation for Easter. No deal there, either. Once we got to the living room, all he wanted was for me to hold him. So I held him in the rocking chair for… most to two hours, singing a made-up lull-a-bye to the tune of "Oh Holy Night."
Oh go to sleep
My little angel baby
Dreams wait for you
In the dark of the night
Let me tell you that I am a terrible singer at best, but after the 20th rendition, he did fall asleep.
The thing is, my little man has been sleeping through the night since Thanksgiving, but recently (say, in the last two months), he's been waking up between 2 and 4 am, crying and not wanting to go back to sleep, no matter how tired I can see he still is. He stays up like this for one and half to two hours and then eventually goes back to sleep, though he's effectively interrupted mine.
This happens at least three or four nights out of the week and I haven't really established a pattern for why or what might be causing it. He just wakes up crying a fighting sleep. I know he's tired because he's rubbing his eyes and pulling his hair, which have always been his tell-tales. I can tell this is as frustrating for him as it is for me, maybe more so because his limited vocabulary doesn't really allow him to tell me exactly what's wrong. I'm left to guess and I sometimes think that by going through the whole laundry list of things it could possibly be, I might actually be making it harder on him.
I just wish that, whatever it is, it works itself out soon.
Well, the birthdays are over. Whose birthdays, you ask? Mine (March 17th) and my daughter's (March 15th).
My parents drove down to help us celebrate and were here from 3:30 AM on Friday morning until 9-ish on Monday.
We had a pretty busy weekend, in which I had no less than 12 people at my house at any given moment from Saturday afternoon until late Sunday. I am exhausted.
Highlights from Brenna's birthday include jumping on the trampoline and Brenna and Brittany making a 100% homemade blueberry pie. From scratch.
Highlights from mine include playing with week-old Doberman puppies. (I was grateful for the quieter birthday, let me tell you!)
Steve called Sunday to wish us both a happy birthday and let us know he's doing okay. Brenna got weepy over that. She misses him and wishes he'd come home soon. This deployment feels like it's dragging on forever.
Lastly, I finally got around to creating that "brag page" group I was talking about months ago -- for people to share pictures of the things they love. Check it out!
http://bragbook.groups.vox.com/
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