My Sunday night could be summed up in 2 words....The Perfect Night. Ok, so that's 3, but whose counting?!
Our little family worked together and played together...no bickering, no complaining, and no whining.
The day started with lots of cleaning. Which turned into mass organizing and purging. Which then turned into a much bigger mess...It happens.
You see, we are having Thanksgiving at our house again this year, and with that comes lots of prep work and preparation.
Is prep work and preparation pretty much the same thing? Whateve!
Our house had gotten uncharacteristically messy the past few weeks. We just kind of 'let it go' for a little while. And let me tell you...it was a little overwhelming when I got going.
I spent ALL DAY Saturday cleaning out our guest room closet, coat closet, linen closet, and utility closet. Wes spent most of the day cleaning out the garage and re-laying pine straw in the front flower beds. I also got a jump on our office - I had an entire file box filled to the brim with papers/bills/documents that needed to be sorted through and filed. It was a tough job, and one that couldn't be completed in a days time.
On Sunday, I spent ALL DAY finishing the filing, re-arranging the office furniture, and completely organizing and purging Will's room. I hit his closet, his dresser, and all of the toys. I wish I would have taken before and after pictures to prove just how much I got done in 1 weekend.
Come Sunday night, I was SPENT!! Tired to the core. My feet were swollen, my knees hurt and I was just completely worn out!
Earlier in the day I took out a couple chicken breasts and planned to make chicken Parmesan with penne pasta. As much as I wanted to scrap my dinner plans and head into town for something that didn't require making more of a mess and cleaning, I decided that Sunday night was meant to be a home cooked meal...plus the thought of showering and getting dressed was more draining to me than sucking it up and just cooking what i had already planned.
So, I got out everything needed and got to work. As I started preparing the meat - pounding, coating with egg mixture, and breading in Italian bread crumbs; my WONDERFUL helpful husband (who had been hunting most of the day) came in and offered to help.
So, after he poured us both a glass of wine we got to work and got dinner going. Will was playing nicely at the counter with his play dough, all of the doors and windows were open and a nice cool breeze was blowing through the house. Both dogs were curled up together, patiently waiting for a morsel of food to drop. The vocal styling of Ray Lamontagne was playing from the ipod doc...and there we were, our happy little family. We were talking, working together, and enjoying our special family time. Right as I was having a nice little personal thought about how lucky I was, and how I would remember this moment forever, and never take it for granted, I heard it... POW!!! ...... POW, POW, POW!!!
What the hell!?
POW!! POW!!....POW!! POW!!! POW!!!!
My special little moment was quickly interrupted by our neighbors desire to have target practice on a Sunday evening.
I guess this is what you get when you live in the boonies.
I just realized this story doesn't really come to a point or an ending...It just kinda, ends.
But that's how it goes with my entries.
Love, A writer of stories with no endings,
-EmJ
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
CF Card Full
It always perplexes me when I think about the differences between man and woman. I mean, how can we coexist and ever have successful relationships with the extreme differences that are present?
I've heard of studies done about men only listening with 1/2 of their brain, where we woman listen with our whole brain. Not sure I really understood this particular study until this past weekend.
Disclaimer - For those guys, who may be reading this... I'm not writing this post to bitch about how much better woman are than men. God created us equally, right? (slight chuckle)
I just have to get this story out there, so I'll get on with it...
So, you'd think that by now I would have posted some pumpkin patch pictures to share. Well, I WOULD have and COULD have, if I had some. Which I did at one point...but not anymore. Let me explain...
Our family dolled ourselves up this past Saturday and headed to a wedding at Maclay gardens. I wore a long-sleeve black dress with some Kim-Kardashian-shoedazzle booties. They remind me of something that could be Chanel...but totally are NOT - Cute as heck, but hurt my feet. Wes wore the standard dark dress pants, and light blue collared button down shirt. He did look pretty handsome! For Will, we dressed him in the most adorable Janie and Jack slacks that had little embroidered mallard ducks all over, a crisp white button down collard shirt with a coordinating embroidered mallard duck tie (thanks Aunt Nunu!). We had a dark khaki blazer to top off his ensemble, but it was much too hot for the blazer. The kicker to Will's outfit was that he demanded to wear his sunglasses. So here is a two year old little boy, all dressed up in a tie while sporting some retro Tom Cruise Risky Business shades.
Anyway, we were looking good...
We got to Maclay, walked down to where the ceremony was taking place and found a nice seat in the very back row. We had a feeling Will wouldn't make it through the whole thing, so it was important we be able to remove him in case he started being loud and disruptive. So we sat down for the ceremony and busted out the camera to take some pictures of Will in his cute little get-up. As Wes tried to take a picture of Will in his adorable outfit we got the error message from our camera that our "CF card was full." This simply means that there is no more room on the card and pictures can not be taken.
The ceremony was just getting started, and the bridesmaids were making their way down the isle. I whispered (loud enough) to Wes, "you can delete all of the pictures except the pumpkin patch pictures." I then grabbed the camera from him, got to a good starting point, handed it back and said, "here, delete from here."
Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination to figure out what happened...but if this story is getting the best of you, I'll continue to explain.
Wes went to town deleting pictures. For a solid 3 minutes he was deleting picture after picture...and then it happened. I glanced over and watched him delete a pumpkin patch picture. WHAT THE HELL!
"What are you doing," I whispered loudly in panic.
"I'm deleting the pictures so we have room on the card," he whispered back and giving me a look like, I'm doing what you told me to do.
"I just saw you delete a pumpkin patch picture." I said, now whispering a little louder because I'm getting a little worked up.
"You told me to delete the pumpkin patch pictures," he says. "I just deleted them all."
Deep breathes, looks of disbelief and on the verge of tears, "NO, (you idiot) I told you NOT to delete the pumpkin patch pictures. I said delete everything BUT the pumpkin patch pictures." At this point I feel like people are looking at me and staring. I feel like the bride herself turned around from the alter and told me to "shut the F*$# up."
Wes laughs quietly, "I swear you said for me to delete just the pumpkin patch pictures."
"NO, I clearly told you NOT to delete them. I have every other picture downloaded from that card, expect the pumpkin patch. Do you not remember that I sent you emails with picture albums of ALL of those other pictures?"
Pause.
I continue, "and have you ever seen any of those pumpkin patch pictures before?"
I wait for his response...
"No," he says. Slight pause and then just to rub salt in the wounds he says, "I was wondering...I mean, there were some really cute pumpkin ones on here and I'd never seen any of these before."
"NO SHIT" I say, "that's because they have not been downloaded yet, and I guess now no one will ever seem them. AND, if you wondered, then why didn't you just ask, I am sitting RIGHT here next to you."
"Sorry," he utters, "I swear you said to delete just the pumpkin patch pictures."
I just look at him and shake my head, I mean, what can I do now? Rip the camera from his hands and beat him over the head with it until I feel better? I'd be lying if I said that thought didn't cross my mind.
Regardless, the pictures are gone, and now people around us probably hate us because we're the "happy" couple fighting over pumpkin patch pictures in the middle of a wedding ceremony.
Luckily, before I could put more thought into my plot to beat him with the camera, Will started talking loudly and asking questions in the middle of the ceremony. "Mama, what's her name?" "What's that noise?" "Dada, fix it." So, I quickly gathered him up and got the hell outta dodge.
Will and I walked around the reception area while the ceremony finished up. As mad as I was, and as disappointed as I was that my 2010 pumpkin patch pictures were never going to be seen by the light of day again, I had to get on with it and move on. Forgive and try to forget.
So I did, and we enjoyed the rest of our evening; sans pumpkin patch pictures.
Crazy camera lady,
EmJ
I've heard of studies done about men only listening with 1/2 of their brain, where we woman listen with our whole brain. Not sure I really understood this particular study until this past weekend.
Disclaimer - For those guys, who may be reading this... I'm not writing this post to bitch about how much better woman are than men. God created us equally, right? (slight chuckle)
I just have to get this story out there, so I'll get on with it...
So, you'd think that by now I would have posted some pumpkin patch pictures to share. Well, I WOULD have and COULD have, if I had some. Which I did at one point...but not anymore. Let me explain...
Our family dolled ourselves up this past Saturday and headed to a wedding at Maclay gardens. I wore a long-sleeve black dress with some Kim-Kardashian-shoedazzle booties. They remind me of something that could be Chanel...but totally are NOT - Cute as heck, but hurt my feet. Wes wore the standard dark dress pants, and light blue collared button down shirt. He did look pretty handsome! For Will, we dressed him in the most adorable Janie and Jack slacks that had little embroidered mallard ducks all over, a crisp white button down collard shirt with a coordinating embroidered mallard duck tie (thanks Aunt Nunu!). We had a dark khaki blazer to top off his ensemble, but it was much too hot for the blazer. The kicker to Will's outfit was that he demanded to wear his sunglasses. So here is a two year old little boy, all dressed up in a tie while sporting some retro Tom Cruise Risky Business shades.
Anyway, we were looking good...
We got to Maclay, walked down to where the ceremony was taking place and found a nice seat in the very back row. We had a feeling Will wouldn't make it through the whole thing, so it was important we be able to remove him in case he started being loud and disruptive. So we sat down for the ceremony and busted out the camera to take some pictures of Will in his cute little get-up. As Wes tried to take a picture of Will in his adorable outfit we got the error message from our camera that our "CF card was full." This simply means that there is no more room on the card and pictures can not be taken.
The ceremony was just getting started, and the bridesmaids were making their way down the isle. I whispered (loud enough) to Wes, "you can delete all of the pictures except the pumpkin patch pictures." I then grabbed the camera from him, got to a good starting point, handed it back and said, "here, delete from here."
Well, I'm sure you can use your imagination to figure out what happened...but if this story is getting the best of you, I'll continue to explain.
Wes went to town deleting pictures. For a solid 3 minutes he was deleting picture after picture...and then it happened. I glanced over and watched him delete a pumpkin patch picture. WHAT THE HELL!
"What are you doing," I whispered loudly in panic.
"I'm deleting the pictures so we have room on the card," he whispered back and giving me a look like, I'm doing what you told me to do.
"I just saw you delete a pumpkin patch picture." I said, now whispering a little louder because I'm getting a little worked up.
"You told me to delete the pumpkin patch pictures," he says. "I just deleted them all."
Deep breathes, looks of disbelief and on the verge of tears, "NO, (you idiot) I told you NOT to delete the pumpkin patch pictures. I said delete everything BUT the pumpkin patch pictures." At this point I feel like people are looking at me and staring. I feel like the bride herself turned around from the alter and told me to "shut the F*$# up."
Wes laughs quietly, "I swear you said for me to delete just the pumpkin patch pictures."
"NO, I clearly told you NOT to delete them. I have every other picture downloaded from that card, expect the pumpkin patch. Do you not remember that I sent you emails with picture albums of ALL of those other pictures?"
Pause.
I continue, "and have you ever seen any of those pumpkin patch pictures before?"
I wait for his response...
"No," he says. Slight pause and then just to rub salt in the wounds he says, "I was wondering...I mean, there were some really cute pumpkin ones on here and I'd never seen any of these before."
"NO SHIT" I say, "that's because they have not been downloaded yet, and I guess now no one will ever seem them. AND, if you wondered, then why didn't you just ask, I am sitting RIGHT here next to you."
"Sorry," he utters, "I swear you said to delete just the pumpkin patch pictures."
I just look at him and shake my head, I mean, what can I do now? Rip the camera from his hands and beat him over the head with it until I feel better? I'd be lying if I said that thought didn't cross my mind.
Regardless, the pictures are gone, and now people around us probably hate us because we're the "happy" couple fighting over pumpkin patch pictures in the middle of a wedding ceremony.
Luckily, before I could put more thought into my plot to beat him with the camera, Will started talking loudly and asking questions in the middle of the ceremony. "Mama, what's her name?" "What's that noise?" "Dada, fix it." So, I quickly gathered him up and got the hell outta dodge.
Will and I walked around the reception area while the ceremony finished up. As mad as I was, and as disappointed as I was that my 2010 pumpkin patch pictures were never going to be seen by the light of day again, I had to get on with it and move on. Forgive and try to forget.
So I did, and we enjoyed the rest of our evening; sans pumpkin patch pictures.
Crazy camera lady,
EmJ
Friday, October 22, 2010
Making Memories - Will's first spend the night
We took a weekend trip to SGI at the beginning of October. SGI for those that don't know is short for, St. George Island. One of my most favorite, child-hood memory spots in the world.
I've spent countless days in SGI with my family; as a child and also as an adult. I am so fortunate enough to be able to share this place with my son.
You see, my Grandparents (Dad's side) built a quaint little beach cottage YEARS ago (my guess is about 45 or so years ago). Well, the place hasn't changed much, but the memories that have been made there I will cherish forever.
Here I would an insert one of the many pictures that were taken of me and my siblings on the island. But since I don't have one handy...you can just use your imagination and picture 4 extremely cute, skinny, super tan kids on the beach with remnants of colored zinc sunscreen smeared across their faces. Remember the colored zinc tubes?!
Anyway...imaginary Picture rigggght about......HERE.
From heated volleyball matches in front of the house, sailboat rides, sunburns, playing on the sand dunes and just-for-fun poker games, it will be a place I never forget.
We all arrived Friday night. We took the boys down to the beach in the dark to run off some steam. Will dove right into the ocean which cut the beach walk short because it was too cold for him to be out in soaking wet clothes.
We headed inside for bath and bedtime stories.
Tackled Yaya.
We watched the sun rise.
After breakfast was done, we busted out the swim suits and the sunscreen. Slathered up the boys, slipped into our suits and headed for a gorgeous morning on the island.
We were able to do some kayaking.
And some swimming.
The boys were SOOO good. The only tug-o-war for toys we experienced was this particular instance.
They quickly got over it and went back in for another dip.
We stayed down here for hours. But before we knew it, it was lunch time. So we headed up for a bite to eat.
The rest of the day consisted of eating, finger painting, swimming in the kiddie pool, playing with play dough, being silly, and more beach fun. Here's some pictures to prove it.
I've spent countless days in SGI with my family; as a child and also as an adult. I am so fortunate enough to be able to share this place with my son.
You see, my Grandparents (Dad's side) built a quaint little beach cottage YEARS ago (my guess is about 45 or so years ago). Well, the place hasn't changed much, but the memories that have been made there I will cherish forever.
Here I would an insert one of the many pictures that were taken of me and my siblings on the island. But since I don't have one handy...you can just use your imagination and picture 4 extremely cute, skinny, super tan kids on the beach with remnants of colored zinc sunscreen smeared across their faces. Remember the colored zinc tubes?!
Anyway...imaginary Picture rigggght about......HERE.
From heated volleyball matches in front of the house, sailboat rides, sunburns, playing on the sand dunes and just-for-fun poker games, it will be a place I never forget.
This particular beach weekend was not only for relaxation, but it also marked a very special weekend for Will. It was his first weekend spend the night with his best friend, Ryder (AKA: Ry Ry).
Ryder's parents, went on vacation together to celebrate their anniversary. Wes and I couldn't have been more thrilled when they asked if we could help with Ryder that weekend.
Here's a little re-cap of some of the things that we did.
We all arrived Friday night. We took the boys down to the beach in the dark to run off some steam. Will dove right into the ocean which cut the beach walk short because it was too cold for him to be out in soaking wet clothes.
We headed inside for bath and bedtime stories.
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| Papa reading the boys their bedtime story on night 1. |
Night 1 - Ryder slept in between Wes and I. He missed his parents and was a little upset, so we brought him in bed to comfort him and that's just where he stayed throughout the night. Will bunked with Yaya and Papa that night, and come morning both boys were up and ready to go!
We fixed them their milk, made our coffee and walked out the sliding glass doors to take in the morning sun rise.
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| Pj's and sand in your toes. Doesn't get much better! |
The boys played.
Tackled Yaya.
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| Monkey see... |
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| Monkey do. |
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| SGI Sun rise, 10/9/2010 |
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| Monkey See... |
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| Monkey do. (There was a lot of this all weekend) |
And then headed in for some breakfast.
The Island gods were on our side this weekend. The water was clearer than I've ever seen it in my life. It was as calm as a lake and only about 2 feet deep for as far out as you could see. A perfect recipe for active 2 year old little boys.
We were able to do some kayaking.
The boys were SOOO good. The only tug-o-war for toys we experienced was this particular instance.
They quickly got over it and went back in for another dip.
We stayed down here for hours. But before we knew it, it was lunch time. So we headed up for a bite to eat.
The rest of the day consisted of eating, finger painting, swimming in the kiddie pool, playing with play dough, being silly, and more beach fun. Here's some pictures to prove it.
That night we settled in and the boys slept better than ever. They were completely worn out.
The Noles beat Miami that night, and we all got to go to bed with a victory grin on our faces.
The next day was more of the same...sun-rise, breakfast, swimming, kayaking, playing in the sand, and fun activities. Only this time, nap time for the kiddos meant clean-up time for us adults. So we packed up, cleaned up and departed the island for home.
We had a blast, and hated to see the weekend come to an end. But I must say, it was an awesome weekend away, and we were so happy Will got to spend it with his best friend, Ryder!
Forever wishing my toes were in the sand,
EmJ
Happy Berf-day Mama
Today, 4 days after my birthday, I wake up to Will's smiling face as he utters the words, "Happy Berf-day Mama."
You see, over the past four days he finds the perfect opportunity to get my undivided attention and wish me, his Mama, his favorite person in the whole world, a "Happy Berfday." (Ok, so, my title of being 'his favorite person in the world' is self-proclaimed...but this is my blog, and I'll just tell it as I see it.)
You think one may correct their child for wishing a Happy Birthday to someone days after the actual day...but not me. I won't care if 6 months from now he's still wishing me a happy birthday. Truth is, he just says it in the sweetest, cutest way your ears will ever hear. He says it with such a smile on his face that makes me go crazy and grab him up and kiss his soft little chubby cheeks over, and over, and over again! I could just shake him! ...but not in a weird "never, never shake a baby" way; in a loving, I want to hear you giggle and laugh and say, "more Mama" way.
Happy Friday and Happy Berfday, everyone!
-EmJ
You see, over the past four days he finds the perfect opportunity to get my undivided attention and wish me, his Mama, his favorite person in the whole world, a "Happy Berfday." (Ok, so, my title of being 'his favorite person in the world' is self-proclaimed...but this is my blog, and I'll just tell it as I see it.)
You think one may correct their child for wishing a Happy Birthday to someone days after the actual day...but not me. I won't care if 6 months from now he's still wishing me a happy birthday. Truth is, he just says it in the sweetest, cutest way your ears will ever hear. He says it with such a smile on his face that makes me go crazy and grab him up and kiss his soft little chubby cheeks over, and over, and over again! I could just shake him! ...but not in a weird "never, never shake a baby" way; in a loving, I want to hear you giggle and laugh and say, "more Mama" way.
Happy Friday and Happy Berfday, everyone!
-EmJ
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Seminole in Training
Wes and I took Will to his first FSU football game a few weekends ago.
It was So.Much.Fun!!
We were lucky enough to score a skybox with some good best friends of ours, and it couldn't have been more perfect! We were able to shut the door, cool off in the air-conditioning, feast upon all of the food catered by the University Club, have a few drinks, and let the kids run wild. There wasn't much they could get into and they had a blast chasing each other around; under the seating, under the food tables, and around our room.
Will hung with his friends, did the chop, and ate, and ate, and ATE!
I swear the child ate the whole entire game. We'd give him a snack only to turn around and see him back at the buffet table scanning for his next one. He even ate beets...who in the heck eats beets? I guess the big question here is, Who the heck puts beets on a football game-day buffet table?
Regardless, we had an awesome time! And we won!!
It was So.Much.Fun!!
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| Will and his BFF Ryder Miller. |
Will hung with his friends, did the chop, and ate, and ate, and ATE!
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| Yes, he is really eating a beet! |
Regardless, we had an awesome time! And we won!!
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| Layton and Will taking it all in at Doak! |
The skybox was so much fun, but not something we'll be able to get every weekend...So do we brave the stands with our hungry little two year old this year? Or do we wait another year for him to have to sit in 1 seat an entire game? Not sure how he'd do in such a confined space?!
Only time will tell...Until then, GO NOLES!!
Mama Nole,
-EmJ
Monday, October 18, 2010
"Tractors Dig Dirt"
So, as Will's train obsession is still present and right as I'm JUST starting to get down the train lingo and learn all of the names of the train cars I find that he is adding new obsessions to the list.
The latest of which is tractors. LOTS of tractors. All shapes, sizes and kinds.
I know nothing about tractors. So luckily we have Dada, Papa and G-Pa to set me straight and teach Will all of the names.
The other day he went through the list, and it might have been the cutest thing in the world. "Big tractor" he says, "tractors dig dirt". Followed by, "Digger; diggers dig dirt." Then my personal favorite, that he says with complete emphasis, "Back-Hoe!"
You see, I have no idea what a back-hoe really is, or even if that is the exact pronunciation of it. But when he says "back-hoe" as he does, it brings a huge smile to my face. His enthusiasm for "back-hoes" makes the world go round.
So, I guess my task for the day is to find a 2 year-old friendly tractor book, that can teachme Will all about tractors.
Proud Mama of a tractor toting 2 year old boy,
EmJ
"Will's tractors dig dirt."
The latest of which is tractors. LOTS of tractors. All shapes, sizes and kinds.
I know nothing about tractors. So luckily we have Dada, Papa and G-Pa to set me straight and teach Will all of the names.
The other day he went through the list, and it might have been the cutest thing in the world. "Big tractor" he says, "tractors dig dirt". Followed by, "Digger; diggers dig dirt." Then my personal favorite, that he says with complete emphasis, "Back-Hoe!"
You see, I have no idea what a back-hoe really is, or even if that is the exact pronunciation of it. But when he says "back-hoe" as he does, it brings a huge smile to my face. His enthusiasm for "back-hoes" makes the world go round.
So, I guess my task for the day is to find a 2 year-old friendly tractor book, that can teach
Proud Mama of a tractor toting 2 year old boy,
EmJ
"Will's tractors dig dirt."
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
When I grow up...
When I grow up...I want to be the Pioneer Woman.
Have you read her blog?
http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/
It is amazing. She is amazing. She loves cooking with butter, REAL butter. She loves photography, and is really talented at it. She has an A-Mazing husband and wrote the most interesting, capture your attention, can't stop reading story about how they met and fell in love. I secretly want to be her. (guess it isn't so secret anymore)
She cooks, she home schools, she lives on a ranch. Her job is literally to take care of her family and write. She writes on her blog, she writes cookbooks she just writes about everything!
Do you think it is too late in this virtual world to be the next up-and-coming 'Pioneer Woman'?
I mean, she has had guest spots on Good Morning America, book signings filled with "followers" and fans. Is it too late for me to become established in this online world and follow in her footsteps? Am I interesting enough for that? Will people like reading what I have to say? Will people want to go home and cook my recipes?
Well, probably not. But for now I'll just continue posting and keep on trucking with my day job.
But if the chance should present itself for me to have some of that 'Pioneer Woman' fame, I'll gobble it up in an instant.
BTW...if you've never read her blog or been to her website, it is a MUST.
http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/
And if you have 4 hours to kill and want to read the best love story in the whole entire world, read her "Black Heels to Tractor Wheels" love story. It will knock your socks off.
http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black-heels-to-tractor-wheels/
Pioneer Woman Wanna-Be,
EmJ
Have you read her blog?
http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/
It is amazing. She is amazing. She loves cooking with butter, REAL butter. She loves photography, and is really talented at it. She has an A-Mazing husband and wrote the most interesting, capture your attention, can't stop reading story about how they met and fell in love. I secretly want to be her. (guess it isn't so secret anymore)
She cooks, she home schools, she lives on a ranch. Her job is literally to take care of her family and write. She writes on her blog, she writes cookbooks she just writes about everything!
Do you think it is too late in this virtual world to be the next up-and-coming 'Pioneer Woman'?
I mean, she has had guest spots on Good Morning America, book signings filled with "followers" and fans. Is it too late for me to become established in this online world and follow in her footsteps? Am I interesting enough for that? Will people like reading what I have to say? Will people want to go home and cook my recipes?
Well, probably not. But for now I'll just continue posting and keep on trucking with my day job.
But if the chance should present itself for me to have some of that 'Pioneer Woman' fame, I'll gobble it up in an instant.
BTW...if you've never read her blog or been to her website, it is a MUST.
http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/
And if you have 4 hours to kill and want to read the best love story in the whole entire world, read her "Black Heels to Tractor Wheels" love story. It will knock your socks off.
http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black-heels-to-tractor-wheels/
Pioneer Woman Wanna-Be,
EmJ
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Being Me
So, I just finished reading Tori Spellings first book, STori Telling. It was a quick and easy read, but very enjoyable.
Anyway, in one of her stories she goes on to tell that she finally realized that being with her ex-husband was never going to work because he only knew 10% of the real her. I know that sounds weird, but let me explain a little.
She talked about how when she was with him she transformed into the person she thought he wanted her to be. And that the real her was more of a silly, goofy, raunchy person, but never showed him that side. When she would let little pieces of who she really was slip out that he would reprimand her for it and it would disgust him. Therefore, she kept playing this "character" to keep her marriage happy.
Well, she eventually divorced that guy...I'm sure you got that from when I referred to him above as her "ex-husband." But anyway, she met a man (Dean) who she could be herself 100%. And she talked about how great it made her feel to know that he loved her for being the REAL her, not the fake individual she played in her previous marriage.
This got me thinking. I'm sure this kind of thing happens often (not the thinking, but when a woman plays someone she's not. Although, give me a little credit here...I do a lot of thinking too!) When a woman starts to get lonely and can hear the ticking of her internal clock she starts to panic briefly. Before she knows it she meets a man and starts to transform into the person she thinks he wants her to be. Why does she do this? Well, because anything seems better than being alone I guess.
Point is - yes I'll finally get to a point. Reading this makes me feel VERY fortunate. I have never been anything but my true self around my husband and I know that he truly loves me for the real me. Which is such a relief. Yeah, I might say stupid, gross, raunchy, embarrassing things around him - but it usually makes for a good laugh that we get to share together. I just love that he knows ME, and not some fake person that I transformed into just to keep him happy.
Now, I'm sure there are times when he wishes I would be that "dream wife" figure. It would probably mean that the house would always stay clean, he'd have a hot meal waiting for him every night, all his laundry would be pressed and clean, he'd never have to negotiate what we watched on TV in the evenings, he'd never have to change a diaper or participate in bath time, etc., etc., etc..
Well, sorry honey! That's just not me. You will never know a life with me that includes laundry being kept up, your clothes free of wrinkles, a sparkling clean house at all times, not having to change a big fat shitty diaper and getting to watch your choice of shows every night. Eww...that last one just makes my stomach turn. I mean, I think if he had the choice Ice Road Truckers, fishing and hunting would be the only channels on at all times. I need my dose of MTV and E! at every chance I get!!
Did you think I was going to say that the "big-fat-shitty diaper" was going to be what made my stomach turn? Yeah, that probably would have made a little more sense.
Anyway, I am glad I can safely say I am true to myself and I act like my real self in my life. I couldn't imagine having to play a "character" to put on a front to be someone I'm not.
To anyone out there that plays a "character" in their daily life; I'm sorry! And you really have to start living your true life...it's SO much more fun!!
-EmJ (the REAL one)
Anyway, in one of her stories she goes on to tell that she finally realized that being with her ex-husband was never going to work because he only knew 10% of the real her. I know that sounds weird, but let me explain a little.
She talked about how when she was with him she transformed into the person she thought he wanted her to be. And that the real her was more of a silly, goofy, raunchy person, but never showed him that side. When she would let little pieces of who she really was slip out that he would reprimand her for it and it would disgust him. Therefore, she kept playing this "character" to keep her marriage happy.
Well, she eventually divorced that guy...I'm sure you got that from when I referred to him above as her "ex-husband." But anyway, she met a man (Dean) who she could be herself 100%. And she talked about how great it made her feel to know that he loved her for being the REAL her, not the fake individual she played in her previous marriage.
This got me thinking. I'm sure this kind of thing happens often (not the thinking, but when a woman plays someone she's not. Although, give me a little credit here...I do a lot of thinking too!) When a woman starts to get lonely and can hear the ticking of her internal clock she starts to panic briefly. Before she knows it she meets a man and starts to transform into the person she thinks he wants her to be. Why does she do this? Well, because anything seems better than being alone I guess.
Point is - yes I'll finally get to a point. Reading this makes me feel VERY fortunate. I have never been anything but my true self around my husband and I know that he truly loves me for the real me. Which is such a relief. Yeah, I might say stupid, gross, raunchy, embarrassing things around him - but it usually makes for a good laugh that we get to share together. I just love that he knows ME, and not some fake person that I transformed into just to keep him happy.
Now, I'm sure there are times when he wishes I would be that "dream wife" figure. It would probably mean that the house would always stay clean, he'd have a hot meal waiting for him every night, all his laundry would be pressed and clean, he'd never have to negotiate what we watched on TV in the evenings, he'd never have to change a diaper or participate in bath time, etc., etc., etc..
Well, sorry honey! That's just not me. You will never know a life with me that includes laundry being kept up, your clothes free of wrinkles, a sparkling clean house at all times, not having to change a big fat shitty diaper and getting to watch your choice of shows every night. Eww...that last one just makes my stomach turn. I mean, I think if he had the choice Ice Road Truckers, fishing and hunting would be the only channels on at all times. I need my dose of MTV and E! at every chance I get!!
Did you think I was going to say that the "big-fat-shitty diaper" was going to be what made my stomach turn? Yeah, that probably would have made a little more sense.
Anyway, I am glad I can safely say I am true to myself and I act like my real self in my life. I couldn't imagine having to play a "character" to put on a front to be someone I'm not.
To anyone out there that plays a "character" in their daily life; I'm sorry! And you really have to start living your true life...it's SO much more fun!!
-EmJ (the REAL one)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Been Busy...
It's been a bit since I've posted...well, what can I say, I've been a little busy.
Work has been busy - I have my companies big annual meeting coming up in mid-September and I've been hard at work planning away.
Dada has been busy - Fence company has taken off and he is lining up job after job after job. Way to go babe!! Make that money so Mama can stay at home with little bambinos, keep the house clean, and have wonderful home cooked meals prepared every night for when you come home...we can pretend we live in the 50's and it's my "job."
Will has been busy - Ummm, anyone who's chased around am almost 2 year old knows what I'm talking about.
Mama's been busy - My almost 2 year old finally turns the corner tomorrow to being an official 2 year old. So what does this mean for Mama? It means hours upon hours of brainstorming ideas and then executing said ideas for what will be his most memorable birthday EVER!! Yes, I do realize he will probably not remember this party...but I will. And I want to make it the best that it can be, because that's what all anal- crazy-overbearing mothers do. Plus I'm a planner who loves to use their creative side when they get the chance...so this is my perfect opportunity to have a little fun with his party. Party is a train theme...because he's simply obsessed right now. Can I please tell you how much you can do with a train themed party - Opportunities are ENDLESS!! I'm seriously having to draw the line.
Dada's been more busy - Because of my crazy party planning antics I have to torture my husband just a little by involving him in the whole process. So I make him lists. Long, meaningful, pain in the ass lists. Here's what his latest "Your jobs to complete before Will's party" list:
1. Weed front flower beds.
2. Kill all ants and pooper scoop the whole back yard.
3. Plan, purchase, and plant items to make the landscaping in the front of the house look presentable.
4. Mow all 6 acres and keep it that way before the party.
5. Pressure wash the house, patios, driveway, and deck.
6. Repair the deck where needed.
7. Finish outside shower area.
8. Clean and organize garage.
9. Pick up all party stuff from plantation and rental place.
10. Fix pavers at the bottom of the stairs off the back deck.
Poor thing. I really do appreciate all he does. And it's not like I didn't have a list that was just as long with as many projects. If you have an event at your house it's the perfect opportunity to finally get caught up on all the little things that you plan on one day accomplishing. So, in turn, about a month pre-party we all suffer with my insane little lists.
Anyway, this leads me to what will probably be my next few posts...ideas, planning and executing a train themed party.
I'm trying to take as many pictures of the process and I can't wait to find the time to share it with you! My fingers are crossed everything will turn out the way I have it envisioned in my head...but I guess we'll find out.
Party Planning Extraordinaire,
-Em
Work has been busy - I have my companies big annual meeting coming up in mid-September and I've been hard at work planning away.
Dada has been busy - Fence company has taken off and he is lining up job after job after job. Way to go babe!! Make that money so Mama can stay at home with little bambinos, keep the house clean, and have wonderful home cooked meals prepared every night for when you come home...we can pretend we live in the 50's and it's my "job."
Will has been busy - Ummm, anyone who's chased around am almost 2 year old knows what I'm talking about.
Mama's been busy - My almost 2 year old finally turns the corner tomorrow to being an official 2 year old. So what does this mean for Mama? It means hours upon hours of brainstorming ideas and then executing said ideas for what will be his most memorable birthday EVER!! Yes, I do realize he will probably not remember this party...but I will. And I want to make it the best that it can be, because that's what all anal- crazy-overbearing mothers do. Plus I'm a planner who loves to use their creative side when they get the chance...so this is my perfect opportunity to have a little fun with his party. Party is a train theme...because he's simply obsessed right now. Can I please tell you how much you can do with a train themed party - Opportunities are ENDLESS!! I'm seriously having to draw the line.
Dada's been more busy - Because of my crazy party planning antics I have to torture my husband just a little by involving him in the whole process. So I make him lists. Long, meaningful, pain in the ass lists. Here's what his latest "Your jobs to complete before Will's party" list:
1. Weed front flower beds.
2. Kill all ants and pooper scoop the whole back yard.
3. Plan, purchase, and plant items to make the landscaping in the front of the house look presentable.
4. Mow all 6 acres and keep it that way before the party.
5. Pressure wash the house, patios, driveway, and deck.
6. Repair the deck where needed.
7. Finish outside shower area.
8. Clean and organize garage.
9. Pick up all party stuff from plantation and rental place.
10. Fix pavers at the bottom of the stairs off the back deck.
Poor thing. I really do appreciate all he does. And it's not like I didn't have a list that was just as long with as many projects. If you have an event at your house it's the perfect opportunity to finally get caught up on all the little things that you plan on one day accomplishing. So, in turn, about a month pre-party we all suffer with my insane little lists.
Anyway, this leads me to what will probably be my next few posts...ideas, planning and executing a train themed party.
I'm trying to take as many pictures of the process and I can't wait to find the time to share it with you! My fingers are crossed everything will turn out the way I have it envisioned in my head...but I guess we'll find out.
Party Planning Extraordinaire,
-Em
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Our Green Thumb Afternoon
A few weekends ago, my loving, adorable, sexy, hard-working husband got a heck-of-a-deal on some plants. I could very possibly screw this up, but I want to say that he got some Leeland cypress tress, as well as some crepe-myrtle trees (my spelling is probably way off, but you get the idea). One sort of looks like a Christmas tree, and the other...well, ...doesn't. What an awesome description.
So after he got this awesome, deal of the century they sat lined up near our garage for about 2 weeks straight. So, finally, one hot July day we decided that if we were going to get them in the ground while they were still alive that the time had come.
So after he got this awesome, deal of the century they sat lined up near our garage for about 2 weeks straight. So, finally, one hot July day we decided that if we were going to get them in the ground while they were still alive that the time had come.
So we picked locations for them - all 20 in total; and "we" got to work. Wes got the hard job...digging the holes. You see, where we live there is nice soft dirt on top, but just below that surface we get into harder, clay-like dirt. So it is a total B to dig thru. So naturally, I opted out of this task. After all, if I attempted the digging part of the project I wouldn't have been able to gaze upon my husbands shoulder and arm muscles as he worked. And I must tell you...my husband sure knows how to push my buttons and make me mad, but you can forget about all of the negative as you see your hardworking man, and his sexy muscles get to work.
Here he is, in all his sexy natural muscle glory:
Since Wes was in charge of digging, that left me in charge of putting fertilizer in each hole, and then removing each tree from it's container and plant it. I'm not going to lie; I had it pretty easy. Especially considering just how many trees needed to be planted that day.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not yet, but the day we decided to plant the trees it was HOT, HOT, HOT...like Toyota. (Does anyone remember those commercials?)
I mean, I'm not exaggerating, it was probably 107 degrees with the heat index. And of course we pick the heat of the day to work in, why you ask - because we're geniuses, and that's what geniuses do. They pick the hottest day of the year, at the hottest point in the day to go outside and do manual labor. Mensa - Class of 2010.
So, because of the heat, and because it took me less than 1/2 the time to do my part than it did to dig gigantic holes in rock; I decided to go inside and make us a yummy thirst-quenching beverage.
Let me tell you...when I hit that door and took my first step into the house, I felt like I had just entered Antarctica, and I absolutely loved every second of it. I think I actually got a chill just from being inside. But then I whipped up the drinks (Non-alcoholic, of course) and headed back outside to deliver the goods to my hard-working hubby.
Tell me this doesn't look like the most refreshing thing you've ever seen?
As I brought the drinks out and handed my husband the manly cup to drink from, he didn't thank me, he didn't smile, he didn't stop a beat...he looked and me and said, "Don't tell me you made an alchoholic drink for us to drink while we work out here?!". "Ummmm, NO!," I said, "Have a little faith in me, it's just a refreshing drink...and you're welcome". He smiled and gave me that, I like to give you a hard time smile, and said "Thanks Babe, it looks good".
So, what's in it? Just a quick little concoction of the simplest, most delicious and refreshing ingredients I always have on hand.
A little something I like to call - 'Simple Refreshing Tree Planting Drink'. Catchy name, huh?! I just thought of it.
Simple Refreshing Tree Planting Drink
Ingredients:
- 1 Cute Cup
- Water
- Ice
- All Natural, no sugar added Cranberry Juice
- Lime Juice
- Cut Lemon (My next post will be my trick to cutting the perfect lemons and limes...stay tuned)
Directions:
1. Fill cup with ice
2. Fill 3/4 of the way with water
3. Top with Cranberry Juice
4. Squeeze in a tad of lime juice
5. Garnish with a lemon wedge
I'm not going to lie. I'm not sure if it was the heat, or if it was really that good. But it was the most refreshing thing I've ever put in my mouth. It had just the right amount of fruit flavor and was so light and refreshing. Just what the Dr. ordered.
The hubby agreed.
This is his "agreement" face.
We finally finished up all of the planting and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon lounging in Will's kiddie pools on the back deck.
Green Thumb for an afternoon,
-Em
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
My Inconvenient Life
Almost 2 years, to the day, my wonderful husband and I moved into the house that we personally designed and literally built with our own two hands (Well, OK...HE built with his own two hands -You see, I was pregnant, and wasn't much help during the building process. I was damn good at scouring the Internet for ideas and pictures of things I wanted to replicate; but the whole building part...I wasn't much help with.)
Anyway, we now live pretty far out in terms of being "in town". By far out, I mean about 20-25 minutes from "civilization" and delivery pizza. (Yeah, so I measure distance by delivery pizza...got a problem with it?) This isn't too bad when you consider some people commute upwards of an hour each way too and from work each day. But to what we were used to, it was a huge step and a major change.
We went from living in a townhouse that was relatively in the middle of it all - we had our best friends about a mile away, and I could order any take-out or delivery my heart desired. Not to mention, the mall or a Walgreen's was a hop-skip-and-jump away. Convenience was no issue in our quaint little town house. Storage space = ISSUE, Convenience = NO ISSUE. BUT, all of that convenience came to a screeching halt when we made our big move. We went from zero lot line, in the middle of everything townhouse living, to 6 acres of grass to mow, no food delivery or restaurants in site, and the sounds of crickets chirping, owls howling, and cows mooing.
It wasn't until recently that I started to really feel like I had grown away from "it" all. By "it" I mean our life as we knew it. I missed the convenience of being with my friends at the drop of a phone call. You see BH (before house), we had a routine down; two to three nights a week we'd eat dinner with our mile away friends, and we had multiple shows that we would get together and watch on a weekly basis. Some of our favorites included: Sopranos, Entourage, Grey's Anatomy, and American Idol. And we'd either cook up something yummy or order convenient already prepared food from pretty much anywhere we wanted. After all, everything was within minutes and a delivery driver could be to the house in 30 minutes or less. Take that Rachel Ray!
But as I started to feel sadness towards my old convenient in-the-middle-of-it-all life I saw sat back and really took a look at my "Inconvenient Life". This is what I saw:
Anyway, we now live pretty far out in terms of being "in town". By far out, I mean about 20-25 minutes from "civilization" and delivery pizza. (Yeah, so I measure distance by delivery pizza...got a problem with it?) This isn't too bad when you consider some people commute upwards of an hour each way too and from work each day. But to what we were used to, it was a huge step and a major change.
We went from living in a townhouse that was relatively in the middle of it all - we had our best friends about a mile away, and I could order any take-out or delivery my heart desired. Not to mention, the mall or a Walgreen's was a hop-skip-and-jump away. Convenience was no issue in our quaint little town house. Storage space = ISSUE, Convenience = NO ISSUE. BUT, all of that convenience came to a screeching halt when we made our big move. We went from zero lot line, in the middle of everything townhouse living, to 6 acres of grass to mow, no food delivery or restaurants in site, and the sounds of crickets chirping, owls howling, and cows mooing.
It wasn't until recently that I started to really feel like I had grown away from "it" all. By "it" I mean our life as we knew it. I missed the convenience of being with my friends at the drop of a phone call. You see BH (before house), we had a routine down; two to three nights a week we'd eat dinner with our mile away friends, and we had multiple shows that we would get together and watch on a weekly basis. Some of our favorites included: Sopranos, Entourage, Grey's Anatomy, and American Idol. And we'd either cook up something yummy or order convenient already prepared food from pretty much anywhere we wanted. After all, everything was within minutes and a delivery driver could be to the house in 30 minutes or less. Take that Rachel Ray!
But as I started to feel sadness towards my old convenient in-the-middle-of-it-all life I saw sat back and really took a look at my "Inconvenient Life". This is what I saw:
And this:
And lastly, this:
Yeah, I may not be able to order a pizza, or pick up take out and still have it hot when I return home. And I may not be able to run to Walgreen's in the middle of the night for medicine, or be at a Publix in under 5 minutes. But yet, even without all of the conveniences of "in-town" living, I wouldn't trade my "inconvenient life" for anything in the world. We worked so hard to build this inconvenient life for ourselves. We have a sense of peace and relaxation in our home and seeing my son run across the yard to greet his dad coming in from the yard...well, that just puts things in perspective and puts a big ole' fat smile on my face. This is our NEW life...our new, improved, inconvenient life. And when I'm down and out because I'm craving a Papa Johns Cheese pizza with the butter garlic sauce for dipping- I'll gather my family, pack my ass in the car, and take the hike over to our friends house to make the call for the delivery. Just like we used to do...only now we are sure to pack diapers, wipes, juice cup, snacks, and a kid; not the old standard of a bottle of wine, beer for the men and comfy couch potato clothes. In fact, did you know that if I call and place the order after 15 minutes in the car it will arrive within minutes of my arrival to their house. Talk about convenience in our now inconvenient life!!
Constantly craving pizza,
-Em
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Special Feeling
There are a few things in life that no matter how hard you tried you could never quite explain in words the internal feeling inside that you get. Off the top of my head, I can think of a few times in my life when I felt such a strong special feeling of this nature; graduating from college, getting engaged, my wedding day, finding out I was pregnant, and lastly and perhaps the biggest one - Giving birth and meeting my child for the first time!!
No matter how hard you try, you could never explain with words the emotions you have when they lay your child in your arms for the first time and you get to officially meet him or her. There are NO words to express this special feeling, its just something that you must experience first hand.
The good thing about these particular feelings, is that as a parent I don't think they ever go away. And you can somewhat recreate them on a daily basis if you desire.
For me this can easily be done at bedtime. You see, we have our perfect little bed-time routine down. Starts with a bath, then a "burrito wrap" in a towel, brush the teeth, head to the room for lotion application, diaper/pull up, pj's, and then book selection. Once the books have been selected we gather "B" (Will's Blankie) and "deer" (his favorite stuffed animal) and curl up together on the leather rocker recliner in his room. We usually read 2-3 books, then put them to the side and turn out the lamp. At that point it is time to sing a song or two (usually special requests are made; Boom Boom, A-B, or Baa-baa...I have a very bossy child). After songs we just rock a few minutes....there in the dark, just the two of us. This is a moment when I can always bring that special feeling back. I look down into his precious eyes and kiss his forehead, and know that I (with the help of my husband) created this beautiful little boy. I always take a moment to breathe him in. With the faint smell of our Johnson & Johnson's baby wash and powder scented lotion I get flashbacks of him being an infant and us sitting in that same chair, rocking together and drifting off to sleep. It's gorgeous to know that special feeling and I couldn't imagine it ever being taken away.
So to all the parents out there, I urge you...find your special way to bring back that special feeling of meeting your child for the first time. And on the hard days, or the rough days when nothing seems to be going your way, or your child is acting up and you can only imagine shutting yourself in your room just to escape... recreate that special feeling. See if it doesn't just take your breath away and make you forget all the stress.
And tonight...when I'm cleaning up potty training accident number 785; I'll do my best to think of that moment and let it take my breath away. You see no one is perfect, and no one will ever be. There's no such thing as a perfect parent, a perfect child, a perfect moment...but there can be a Special Parent, and a Special child, and many, many Special Moments!
Here's to those!
Will (21 mths), June 2010 - Riding the Train on his first trip to Disney
Friday, June 4, 2010
Summa Summa Summa Time!
So, it has been a while since I've checked in!
Summer has began and I've been trying to get as much beach time in before the oil spill in the gulf completely ruins it. So sad what is going on with the whole oil spill.
With the beginning of summer, also brings the beginning of party planning mode for me. I'm already throwing together ideas for Will's 2nd birthday party. I have a list already begun, and ideas bouncing around my head. We're going with a train theme for this one...trains are pretty much the only thing on his brain lately, so we can't go wrong with a train party.
Wes and I have also been diligently trying to get lingering unfinished projects on the 'completed' list. So far the "completed" list is non-existant. But we'll get there eventually.
I have this grand idea that I'm going to start sewing custom car seat covers for Britax carseats. I decided this when I went to purchase one for Will and realized that people are charging $70-$110 for them! I almost fell out of my desk chair. I've decided this will be that "2nd" job that I can get for more shopping money. Only problem is, is that I 1-Don't know how to sew; 2. Don't really have the time 3. Don't know how to sew.
I figure I'm going to give it a go and make an attempt. I think I SORT of know what I'm doing, and for some reason think that I can just figure the rest of it out. HA! I'll let you know how that goes. I'm sure that process will make for a fun entry!
Well, gotta run! It's Friday night and for the first time in a LONG time we have NO real plans for the weekend! Whooo-hooo!! Guess it means closet organizing and house work this weekend.
Summer has began and I've been trying to get as much beach time in before the oil spill in the gulf completely ruins it. So sad what is going on with the whole oil spill.
With the beginning of summer, also brings the beginning of party planning mode for me. I'm already throwing together ideas for Will's 2nd birthday party. I have a list already begun, and ideas bouncing around my head. We're going with a train theme for this one...trains are pretty much the only thing on his brain lately, so we can't go wrong with a train party.
Wes and I have also been diligently trying to get lingering unfinished projects on the 'completed' list. So far the "completed" list is non-existant. But we'll get there eventually.
I have this grand idea that I'm going to start sewing custom car seat covers for Britax carseats. I decided this when I went to purchase one for Will and realized that people are charging $70-$110 for them! I almost fell out of my desk chair. I've decided this will be that "2nd" job that I can get for more shopping money. Only problem is, is that I 1-Don't know how to sew; 2. Don't really have the time 3. Don't know how to sew.
I figure I'm going to give it a go and make an attempt. I think I SORT of know what I'm doing, and for some reason think that I can just figure the rest of it out. HA! I'll let you know how that goes. I'm sure that process will make for a fun entry!
Well, gotta run! It's Friday night and for the first time in a LONG time we have NO real plans for the weekend! Whooo-hooo!! Guess it means closet organizing and house work this weekend.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Pee-pee on the potty!!
This post is a prime example of, "The little things".
Last night, after we finished up dinner we were all hanging out in the living room. When all of the sudden Will went into his bathroom and carried out his personal "big boy potty". As he carried out the potty he kept saying, "potty, bubbles, ... potty, bubbles."
We've been introducing Will to his "big boy potty" for the past few days now, and he is getting more and more comfortable with it. You see, he won't just sit on in, but he will if we promise to blow bubbles. So, low and behold we sat the potty down, fetched the bubbles, took off his diaper and pants and sat him atop his thrown. We blew bubble after bubble as he just sat there and smiled and popped bubbles. All of the sudden, we heard the wizzing of his pee-pee going into the pee-pee catcher! Whooo-hoooo!!! He pee-peed on the big boy potty for the first time.
You can imagine the excitement. Wes and I clapped and danced as we chanted, "pee-pee on the potty, pee-pee on the potty!" Will was THRILLED to say the least. He just smiled and clapped at himself and was very impressed by the scene that Wes and I were making.
Then we did something we probably shouldn't have...We gave him an M&M for going pee-pee on the potty. Well, now the child things that potty time requires not only bubbles, but M&M's as well. This is problaby not the healthiest way to bribe him, but you know what, whatever works. M&M's are a whole heck of a lot cheaper than diapers! ...and why do I feel like if I get the dark chocolate ones that they are somewhat healthy?
So in a nut shell, I guess you can say that today's "little thing" is Will's first pee-pee on the potty! Way to go son, we are so proud of you!! Now keep up the good work!
Last night, after we finished up dinner we were all hanging out in the living room. When all of the sudden Will went into his bathroom and carried out his personal "big boy potty". As he carried out the potty he kept saying, "potty, bubbles, ... potty, bubbles."
We've been introducing Will to his "big boy potty" for the past few days now, and he is getting more and more comfortable with it. You see, he won't just sit on in, but he will if we promise to blow bubbles. So, low and behold we sat the potty down, fetched the bubbles, took off his diaper and pants and sat him atop his thrown. We blew bubble after bubble as he just sat there and smiled and popped bubbles. All of the sudden, we heard the wizzing of his pee-pee going into the pee-pee catcher! Whooo-hoooo!!! He pee-peed on the big boy potty for the first time.
You can imagine the excitement. Wes and I clapped and danced as we chanted, "pee-pee on the potty, pee-pee on the potty!" Will was THRILLED to say the least. He just smiled and clapped at himself and was very impressed by the scene that Wes and I were making.
Then we did something we probably shouldn't have...We gave him an M&M for going pee-pee on the potty. Well, now the child things that potty time requires not only bubbles, but M&M's as well. This is problaby not the healthiest way to bribe him, but you know what, whatever works. M&M's are a whole heck of a lot cheaper than diapers! ...and why do I feel like if I get the dark chocolate ones that they are somewhat healthy?
So in a nut shell, I guess you can say that today's "little thing" is Will's first pee-pee on the potty! Way to go son, we are so proud of you!! Now keep up the good work!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Oh the Places You'll Go...
Yesterday I attended the funeral service for Isla Phipps. Isla is the daughter of very close family friends of ours, Tim and Gerry. She is also the sister to Ellie and Eric George. Isla was born with Trisomy 18 and was a brave little girl. She had the odds stacked completely against her, but held up her end of the fight for almost 3 entire months.
My sister Carolyn had the wonderful opportunity to nanny for Isla while she was here. I believe I have the strongest, most loving, and compassionate sister that you could have. She has been so stoic with the whole situation and I know, with complete confidence, that I could have never been as strong as she has been. I believe she has not only learned a great deal from this situation, but I believe it has made her an even stronger person. I love you, sis! And I want to be more like you when I grow up.
In loving memory...
My sister Carolyn had the wonderful opportunity to nanny for Isla while she was here. I believe I have the strongest, most loving, and compassionate sister that you could have. She has been so stoic with the whole situation and I know, with complete confidence, that I could have never been as strong as she has been. I believe she has not only learned a great deal from this situation, but I believe it has made her an even stronger person. I love you, sis! And I want to be more like you when I grow up.
In loving memory...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A Family Like Fudge
Mostly Sweet...with a few nuts.
We're a tight-knit crew. A loving husband, a compassionate wife, and a light-of-our-life son. What more could we ask for?
...Ok, so $100 Mill would be nice...just sayin'.
We make do with the hands we're dealt, and we strive everyday to make a positive place to raise our son. He is our guiding force that keeps us going and keeps us constantly on our toes and looking towards the future. Many tried to explain to us how child-rearing (for the record, I HATE that saying) would change our lives. I don't believe that until our son had actually arrived and we were about 4 weeks into it that we truly understood what everyone "warned" us about.
Would we change a thing? Abso-freakin-loutely NOT!!! This has been the best experience of our lives. Everyday brings new entertainment, new milestones, new challenges and new beginnings. We are so fortunate to have a front row seat to our son's daily recitals and performances. We are his biggest fans, and no matter what, we always will remain in that position.
We created this blog to share our family story. The funny things that happen, the milestones that we achieve, the stories we will tell for years to come...this is our sanctuary to put them down and share them with you.
Off we go...Full Speed Ahead!
We're a tight-knit crew. A loving husband, a compassionate wife, and a light-of-our-life son. What more could we ask for?
...Ok, so $100 Mill would be nice...just sayin'.
We make do with the hands we're dealt, and we strive everyday to make a positive place to raise our son. He is our guiding force that keeps us going and keeps us constantly on our toes and looking towards the future. Many tried to explain to us how child-rearing (for the record, I HATE that saying) would change our lives. I don't believe that until our son had actually arrived and we were about 4 weeks into it that we truly understood what everyone "warned" us about.
Would we change a thing? Abso-freakin-loutely NOT!!! This has been the best experience of our lives. Everyday brings new entertainment, new milestones, new challenges and new beginnings. We are so fortunate to have a front row seat to our son's daily recitals and performances. We are his biggest fans, and no matter what, we always will remain in that position.
We created this blog to share our family story. The funny things that happen, the milestones that we achieve, the stories we will tell for years to come...this is our sanctuary to put them down and share them with you.
Off we go...Full Speed Ahead!
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