Last night, I went and listened to a couple of comedians. I do believe laughter is the best medicine (for most things). I had fun, and it made for some good random Wednesday entertainment.
I sort of feel awful though, I guess staying out past 9 p.m. is not for me.....I just need my sleep.
I have been reading about this little boy named Grady, on his CaringBridge site. He was born at 25 weeks. His chronic lung disease is not getting any better and he has been in the hospital since February. Every night before bed, I think about Grady. I do not know Grady, or his family. I happened to come across Grady's CaringBridge site on my facebook page. One of my friends was asking all of her friends on facebook to pray for Grady and his family. I am going to post the link so Grady can receive even more prayers. The dad is the one who updates the site---the love he expresses for his son is extremely moving.
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gradyuckert/journal
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Crawling
Phew--I am back.
I drove my niece Sophie and Hal to dance class tonight. My sister-in-law and I have been taking turns driving the girls to and from dance. Hal peed in her booster seat; just as we left the parking lot across from the dance studio. Five-year-olds are funny, especially girls--they are just too dramatic. Hal said that is was my fault that she had an accident, because I was talking too much. Sophie told Hal that it is okay to have accidents, but Hal was not allowed in her house, because her mom and dad probably don't want pee all over their house ( which is true, who would want pee all over their house?).
Owen turned 18- months- old this month. He is still crawling. He is a master crawler---I mean he is really REALLY good at crawling---so much so, I don't see walking in the near future. Crawling is fine with me, it is Keyton who is starting to worry. Keyton told me the other day, that it will look funny when Owen is in the second grade and crawling with his back pack on. Owen is my little miracle. I don't for a second wish time would go faster with him. I even still give Owen a bottle at night. I love the fact that Owen sucks his thumb and plays with his hair. When ever O gets tired or frustrated his thumb goes straight into his little mouth and his hand flies up to his head and he gently rubs his head. For some reason when Owen is eating, he really likes to suck his thumb in between bites, while rubbing his hair. He gets a tremendous amount of food in his hair, though. The other day at Spring Lake Park, there was a swarm of bees buzzing around Owen's head, as he had previously smashed banana on his head during snack. We had to leave the park---we had to run from the park. Every thing that Owen does is a miracle. I often remember the night the doctor came into my hospital room (the night O was born) and told me that Owen might not make it through the night. I think about that scary moment every single day of my life. So, if Owen wants to crawl forever and rub food into his pretty hair everyday for the rest of his life...then so be it.
FYI--I forgot to order my juicer. I don't however feel as blah today.
I drove my niece Sophie and Hal to dance class tonight. My sister-in-law and I have been taking turns driving the girls to and from dance. Hal peed in her booster seat; just as we left the parking lot across from the dance studio. Five-year-olds are funny, especially girls--they are just too dramatic. Hal said that is was my fault that she had an accident, because I was talking too much. Sophie told Hal that it is okay to have accidents, but Hal was not allowed in her house, because her mom and dad probably don't want pee all over their house ( which is true, who would want pee all over their house?).
Owen turned 18- months- old this month. He is still crawling. He is a master crawler---I mean he is really REALLY good at crawling---so much so, I don't see walking in the near future. Crawling is fine with me, it is Keyton who is starting to worry. Keyton told me the other day, that it will look funny when Owen is in the second grade and crawling with his back pack on. Owen is my little miracle. I don't for a second wish time would go faster with him. I even still give Owen a bottle at night. I love the fact that Owen sucks his thumb and plays with his hair. When ever O gets tired or frustrated his thumb goes straight into his little mouth and his hand flies up to his head and he gently rubs his head. For some reason when Owen is eating, he really likes to suck his thumb in between bites, while rubbing his hair. He gets a tremendous amount of food in his hair, though. The other day at Spring Lake Park, there was a swarm of bees buzzing around Owen's head, as he had previously smashed banana on his head during snack. We had to leave the park---we had to run from the park. Every thing that Owen does is a miracle. I often remember the night the doctor came into my hospital room (the night O was born) and told me that Owen might not make it through the night. I think about that scary moment every single day of my life. So, if Owen wants to crawl forever and rub food into his pretty hair everyday for the rest of his life...then so be it.
FYI--I forgot to order my juicer. I don't however feel as blah today.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Juicer
I cannot believe I haven't been blogging. I enjoy it. I love to reflect on my days. The truth to my absence is....I now have cable. Yes, I have cable television and I watch trashy shows. This is the reason I have abandoned the blogging atmosphere entirely.
School has started--which has somewhat knocked me on my bum. Jesse had been helping his dad with harvest, which means, when he was on his off week from flying, he was farming. I have also been babysitting during the day, for various people. I am tired at night, which is when I used to write.
Right now, Jesse is wondering around the house asking me where his pullover is....I have no idea where it is. I can also at this moment, hear Owen in his room babbling and yelling. So my attention to detail is not here.
I have many stories and/or incidents that have happened over the last few months; that I need to write about, so these stories do not become forgotten.
Lately, I have felt somewhat blah. I use the word blah, because, I don't know how else to describe the way I have been feeling. I would not use the word depressed, as I am not sad. I just don't feel like myself. My friend swears to me that if I get a juicer, I will not feel blah anymore. Angie, my friend said, she made a cucumber, spinach, apple, and ginger drink the other day that "knocked her socks off." So, I am going to get a juicer. I am going to drink juice until my socks are knocked off ( her words, not mind). I will order my juicer in the morning.
That is all for now. Tomorrow, at 8:30 p.m, I am going to blog again---probably still feeling blah, as my juicer will not be here yet.
School has started--which has somewhat knocked me on my bum. Jesse had been helping his dad with harvest, which means, when he was on his off week from flying, he was farming. I have also been babysitting during the day, for various people. I am tired at night, which is when I used to write.
Right now, Jesse is wondering around the house asking me where his pullover is....I have no idea where it is. I can also at this moment, hear Owen in his room babbling and yelling. So my attention to detail is not here.
I have many stories and/or incidents that have happened over the last few months; that I need to write about, so these stories do not become forgotten.
Lately, I have felt somewhat blah. I use the word blah, because, I don't know how else to describe the way I have been feeling. I would not use the word depressed, as I am not sad. I just don't feel like myself. My friend swears to me that if I get a juicer, I will not feel blah anymore. Angie, my friend said, she made a cucumber, spinach, apple, and ginger drink the other day that "knocked her socks off." So, I am going to get a juicer. I am going to drink juice until my socks are knocked off ( her words, not mind). I will order my juicer in the morning.
That is all for now. Tomorrow, at 8:30 p.m, I am going to blog again---probably still feeling blah, as my juicer will not be here yet.
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