Otherwise, that would have made me ambitious, right?
Yep.
Today, I have been operational at the lightning speed of a snail's pace...and nothing more.
Moving At A Snail's Pace
12/1/10
This pretty much sums me up completely today.
In fact, this isn't even a photo I took with my own camera - I borrowed it from a free wallpaper website.
Otherwise, that would have made me ambitious, right?
Yep.
Today, I have been operational at the lightning speed of a snail's pace...and nothing more.
11/25/10
Today we are spending our day at our home away from home...eating ham, attempting to get the perfect Christmas card photo, giving thanks...making late evening trips to Old Navy for pajamas and cozy, cuddly socks, eating pecan pie, playing games of Uno, giving thanks...looking at dozens of sale papers, taking naps, watching Punkin Chunkin contests on TV, feeding leftovers to the dog, giving thanks...discussing vehicle options for a trade-in we're planning to make, deciding where we might be brave enough to shop tomorrow morning, making threats over bad behavior and following through when we need to, eating dressing, giving thanks...holding hands as we pray, eating second helpings of sweet potato casserole, feeling the wind blow as we sit outside to watch cousins play, exchanging hugs, loving and laughing, and most of all, giving thanks.
...O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good...Psalm 106:1
11/24/10
Today
I'm loving...
that it's actually on a Wednesday that I'm writing this post (instead of Thursday or Saturday like I have the last two times)...
that Jennifer Grey won this season of Dancing With The Stars...
that I can't see my feet beneath my belly (what a miracle)...
a tall cup of hot chocolate and a slice of homemade pumpkin bread for my nightly snack...
this photo that I took of Jake inside Bryant Denny Stadium this past weekend...
our brand new hardwood floors (which definitely need a post of their own...and not just because they've completely transformed the look of our home or because I think they're absolutely gorgeous but so I can brag on that best husband and dad I could have ever wished for)...
that tomorrow I'll look through tons and tons of Black Friday sale papers (I even made myself stay off the of Internet and BlackFriday2010.com just so I can flip the pages of that actual sale papers...there's just something I really love about doing that.)...
the Christmas card template I found on-line to use for our cards this year (and that I've actually made a decision this early)...
this feeling I have of being blessed beyond measure!
11/23/10
Just exactly how much fun our empty foyer, dining and living room brought to Jake is beyond words...so I captured it in photos.
If I had just a quarter for each time he has asked me to ride his bike in and through our home, I would be one rich momma!
"No, Baby. We can't ride our bicycle inside."
"Awww! But why not, Mommy?"
"Well, Baby, we have a lot of furniture in here, and there's really no room for you to ride."
On Saturday morning, this was not the case.
With our floors prepped for hardwood, furniture in every other room except for these, it was an open highway...
and rooms full of echoes of laughter and the biggest smiles on this little face.
11/21/10
It's become routine over the last few months at our house for Jake to make his way from his bedroom to ours at random times of night. He marches over to the side of the bed I sleep on with his blanket in tow as he whispers, "Mommy!". Our short conversation is always the same. I ask, "What Baby?", then he says, "Can I sleep with you?"
When he first started doing this, I always encouraged him to go back to his bed - even if that meant me going with him and tucking him in all over again just as I or Jim had done hours earlier. But lately sleep for me is more valuable than being overrun in my own bed by size eight feet, tennis-ball size knees, and having less square footage on our queen mattress to turn over or stretch my legs.
Friday night was no exception. Only this time I was already awake. I could hear the pitter-patter of his feet, the swish of his pull-up (which he still needs at night and very well may until he's in first grade), and the rubbing of his blanket along the floor coming down the short hallway that leads to our bedroom.
But this time, when he got to the side of our bed that I sleep on, our conversation was different and so was our routine. When he got there, he said, "Mommy!". My reply, "What Baby?" "My nose is running", he answered. His reason for needing me wasn't just his usual "Because I want to sleep with my mommy!" (which is what he told his grandma when she asked him the day before why he likes to get in bed with his mommy and daddy in the middle of the night). This time his nose was running down to his chin, so instead of telling him "Yes, you can sleep with me", I took him to his room to do all I could for the cold he had come down with - a dose of Mucinex, a breathing treatment, a glob of Vick's Baby Rub on his chest, and several squeezes of his nasal aspirator.
I laid with him in his bed while he watched reruns of the 70's version of Batman and Robin (you know, the one where when they get into fights, you see words like Pow! and Splat! come up like a cartoon) on the Hub channel. When he finished his breathing treatment, I turned off his TV and turned on his Blessed Slumber CD. We laid quietly side by side while I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair. I hummed and sang and eventually snores replaced sniffles, questions, and coughs. And even though he was sound asleep, I just kept laying there running my fingers through his hair, humming, and singing.
My thoughts took me back to the days when I used to do the same thing when he was just an infant. He was fed, he was dry, and he was fast asleep. But I held him anyway, humming and singing and rocking - I had to make myself go back to my own bed.
I looked around his room and thought about how time had changed it so much. Walls that were once Iceland Blue are now a warm khaki. They hold a shelf made of basketball net, a bulletin board graced with his own artwork he made himself, and sports jerseys. The shelves on his nightstand hold books and baseballs. The rocker we spent countless hours in together is now in the room next to his that will soon become his little brother's, and the crib he once occupied has been replaced by a twin-sized bed. The floor was full of Thomas engines, plastic dinosaurs, and pieces to a puzzle he didn't finish putting together.
I laid there with my thoughts, and I began to cry. Where had the time gone? Oh, what I would give to rock my tiny baby all over again at 11, 2 and 5 o'clock in the morning. We were the only two awake in our home and what felt like, the whole world. Yes, watching him grow and become the almost four-year old that he is has been incredible, but I still can't help but miss the quietness of those hours.
But all I can do is remember these days gone by, love and embrace each stage that passes, fill the memory banks of my mind with everyday moments - the sound of his laughter, the night-time baths that I'm still able to give, hand-prints on the glass door, and be ever so thankful that we still sometimes share the quietness of these hours.
11/20/10
Wednesday definitely passed me by again this week, but I really, really, really wanted to do this post, so I decided to get crafty with my title.
Any no matter what day this week it is, these are the things I'm definitely loving...
that I passed my Three-hour Glucose Tolerance Test with flying colors...
the custom canvas piece that Kelli painted for Parker's room (actually just how much I really am loving this is hard to put into just one sentence)...
the hardwood flooring that's going down in our foyer, dining room, and living room...
this tote bag from Pottery Barn Kids (I really, really, really must click Checkout on my shopping bag)...
Pandora Radio...because they have a huge variety of Christmas music to listen to (I think now I'll definitely get my Christmas music fix without hearing the same tunes over and over and over and over...and over again)...
what I bought today at the Gap thanks to their 40% Off Your Entire Purchase sale...
and...
that Thanksgiving Day is less than a week away....which means the dinner I look forward to all year long is also less than a week away.
11/16/10
Today, we got even more rain showers. Not quite as many as yesterday, but still I was wearing my rain boots in to work this morning, and I wondered if I should have put them on again when I left because once again, it was starting to sprinkle.
Speaking of showers, I was given one this past Friday to celebrate Parker.
It goes without saying that I get super sentimental when it comes to things like this.
It also goes without saying that a giant chocolate chip cookie from The Great American Cookie Company is one of the best desserts on the planet.
The amazing women that I work with day in and day out are also some of the best on the planet.
Meet, Michelle, Tammy, and Lisa...
Angie, Carol, Laynee, Michelle, and LaDonnah...
Erica and Tiffany...
Alaina and Misty...
and Kelly and Linda (And no your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. Kelly and Linda are due within three days of each other just a month after Parker).
This experience would not be the same without them...
and neither would my wish list from Target because of the massive gift card they gave me. I'm pretty sure I will own everything I need for Parker and have some to spare when Jim and I go on our big shopping spree on Thursday (since we have the day off and all thanks to the Athletic Department changing Saturday's football game to Thursday instead and for giving us all the day off so we can so graciously share our parking spaces with all of the fans who'll come to watch the Tide play that night).
And I've already had one tonight - a shower, that is - but I need to scrub the dried and crackling clay mask I put on my face way more than five minutes ago (which is how long you're supposed to leave it on for) that Jake says makes me look like a puppet.
By the way, if you're grasping for straws like I am to fight the inevitable aging that's gonna happen (I think for me I'm about to add another ten years to my face based on the lack of sleep I'm already suffering from), Oil of Olay's Deep Cleansing Facial Mask is the bomb! I absolutely love it - so much I could care less if I look like a puppet.
12/1/10
This pretty much sums me up completely today.
In fact, this isn't even a photo I took with my own camera - I borrowed it from a free wallpaper website.
Otherwise, that would have made me ambitious, right?
Yep.
Today, I have been operational at the lightning speed of a snail's pace...and nothing more.
Otherwise, that would have made me ambitious, right?
Yep.
Today, I have been operational at the lightning speed of a snail's pace...and nothing more.
11/25/10
Today we are spending our day at our home away from home...eating ham, attempting to get the perfect Christmas card photo, giving thanks...making late evening trips to Old Navy for pajamas and cozy, cuddly socks, eating pecan pie, playing games of Uno, giving thanks...looking at dozens of sale papers, taking naps, watching Punkin Chunkin contests on TV, feeding leftovers to the dog, giving thanks...discussing vehicle options for a trade-in we're planning to make, deciding where we might be brave enough to shop tomorrow morning, making threats over bad behavior and following through when we need to, eating dressing, giving thanks...holding hands as we pray, eating second helpings of sweet potato casserole, feeling the wind blow as we sit outside to watch cousins play, exchanging hugs, loving and laughing, and most of all, giving thanks.
...O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good...Psalm 106:1
11/24/10
Today
I'm loving...
that it's actually on a Wednesday that I'm writing this post (instead of Thursday or Saturday like I have the last two times)...
that Jennifer Grey won this season of Dancing With The Stars...
that I can't see my feet beneath my belly (what a miracle)...
a tall cup of hot chocolate and a slice of homemade pumpkin bread for my nightly snack...
this photo that I took of Jake inside Bryant Denny Stadium this past weekend...
that Jennifer Grey won this season of Dancing With The Stars...
that I can't see my feet beneath my belly (what a miracle)...
a tall cup of hot chocolate and a slice of homemade pumpkin bread for my nightly snack...
this photo that I took of Jake inside Bryant Denny Stadium this past weekend...
our brand new hardwood floors (which definitely need a post of their own...and not just because they've completely transformed the look of our home or because I think they're absolutely gorgeous but so I can brag on that best husband and dad I could have ever wished for)...
that tomorrow I'll look through tons and tons of Black Friday sale papers (I even made myself stay off the of Internet and BlackFriday2010.com just so I can flip the pages of that actual sale papers...there's just something I really love about doing that.)...
the Christmas card template I found on-line to use for our cards this year (and that I've actually made a decision this early)...
this feeling I have of being blessed beyond measure!
11/23/10
Just exactly how much fun our empty foyer, dining and living room brought to Jake is beyond words...so I captured it in photos.
If I had just a quarter for each time he has asked me to ride his bike in and through our home, I would be one rich momma!
"No, Baby. We can't ride our bicycle inside."
"Awww! But why not, Mommy?"
"Well, Baby, we have a lot of furniture in here, and there's really no room for you to ride."
On Saturday morning, this was not the case.
With our floors prepped for hardwood, furniture in every other room except for these, it was an open highway...
and rooms full of echoes of laughter and the biggest smiles on this little face.
With our floors prepped for hardwood, furniture in every other room except for these, it was an open highway...
11/21/10
It's become routine over the last few months at our house for Jake to make his way from his bedroom to ours at random times of night. He marches over to the side of the bed I sleep on with his blanket in tow as he whispers, "Mommy!". Our short conversation is always the same. I ask, "What Baby?", then he says, "Can I sleep with you?"
When he first started doing this, I always encouraged him to go back to his bed - even if that meant me going with him and tucking him in all over again just as I or Jim had done hours earlier. But lately sleep for me is more valuable than being overrun in my own bed by size eight feet, tennis-ball size knees, and having less square footage on our queen mattress to turn over or stretch my legs.
Friday night was no exception. Only this time I was already awake. I could hear the pitter-patter of his feet, the swish of his pull-up (which he still needs at night and very well may until he's in first grade), and the rubbing of his blanket along the floor coming down the short hallway that leads to our bedroom.
But this time, when he got to the side of our bed that I sleep on, our conversation was different and so was our routine. When he got there, he said, "Mommy!". My reply, "What Baby?" "My nose is running", he answered. His reason for needing me wasn't just his usual "Because I want to sleep with my mommy!" (which is what he told his grandma when she asked him the day before why he likes to get in bed with his mommy and daddy in the middle of the night). This time his nose was running down to his chin, so instead of telling him "Yes, you can sleep with me", I took him to his room to do all I could for the cold he had come down with - a dose of Mucinex, a breathing treatment, a glob of Vick's Baby Rub on his chest, and several squeezes of his nasal aspirator.
I laid with him in his bed while he watched reruns of the 70's version of Batman and Robin (you know, the one where when they get into fights, you see words like Pow! and Splat! come up like a cartoon) on the Hub channel. When he finished his breathing treatment, I turned off his TV and turned on his Blessed Slumber CD. We laid quietly side by side while I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair. I hummed and sang and eventually snores replaced sniffles, questions, and coughs. And even though he was sound asleep, I just kept laying there running my fingers through his hair, humming, and singing.
My thoughts took me back to the days when I used to do the same thing when he was just an infant. He was fed, he was dry, and he was fast asleep. But I held him anyway, humming and singing and rocking - I had to make myself go back to my own bed.
I looked around his room and thought about how time had changed it so much. Walls that were once Iceland Blue are now a warm khaki. They hold a shelf made of basketball net, a bulletin board graced with his own artwork he made himself, and sports jerseys. The shelves on his nightstand hold books and baseballs. The rocker we spent countless hours in together is now in the room next to his that will soon become his little brother's, and the crib he once occupied has been replaced by a twin-sized bed. The floor was full of Thomas engines, plastic dinosaurs, and pieces to a puzzle he didn't finish putting together.
I laid there with my thoughts, and I began to cry. Where had the time gone? Oh, what I would give to rock my tiny baby all over again at 11, 2 and 5 o'clock in the morning. We were the only two awake in our home and what felt like, the whole world. Yes, watching him grow and become the almost four-year old that he is has been incredible, but I still can't help but miss the quietness of those hours.
But all I can do is remember these days gone by, love and embrace each stage that passes, fill the memory banks of my mind with everyday moments - the sound of his laughter, the night-time baths that I'm still able to give, hand-prints on the glass door, and be ever so thankful that we still sometimes share the quietness of these hours.
When he first started doing this, I always encouraged him to go back to his bed - even if that meant me going with him and tucking him in all over again just as I or Jim had done hours earlier. But lately sleep for me is more valuable than being overrun in my own bed by size eight feet, tennis-ball size knees, and having less square footage on our queen mattress to turn over or stretch my legs.
Friday night was no exception. Only this time I was already awake. I could hear the pitter-patter of his feet, the swish of his pull-up (which he still needs at night and very well may until he's in first grade), and the rubbing of his blanket along the floor coming down the short hallway that leads to our bedroom.
But this time, when he got to the side of our bed that I sleep on, our conversation was different and so was our routine. When he got there, he said, "Mommy!". My reply, "What Baby?" "My nose is running", he answered. His reason for needing me wasn't just his usual "Because I want to sleep with my mommy!" (which is what he told his grandma when she asked him the day before why he likes to get in bed with his mommy and daddy in the middle of the night). This time his nose was running down to his chin, so instead of telling him "Yes, you can sleep with me", I took him to his room to do all I could for the cold he had come down with - a dose of Mucinex, a breathing treatment, a glob of Vick's Baby Rub on his chest, and several squeezes of his nasal aspirator.
I laid with him in his bed while he watched reruns of the 70's version of Batman and Robin (you know, the one where when they get into fights, you see words like Pow! and Splat! come up like a cartoon) on the Hub channel. When he finished his breathing treatment, I turned off his TV and turned on his Blessed Slumber CD. We laid quietly side by side while I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair. I hummed and sang and eventually snores replaced sniffles, questions, and coughs. And even though he was sound asleep, I just kept laying there running my fingers through his hair, humming, and singing.
My thoughts took me back to the days when I used to do the same thing when he was just an infant. He was fed, he was dry, and he was fast asleep. But I held him anyway, humming and singing and rocking - I had to make myself go back to my own bed.
I looked around his room and thought about how time had changed it so much. Walls that were once Iceland Blue are now a warm khaki. They hold a shelf made of basketball net, a bulletin board graced with his own artwork he made himself, and sports jerseys. The shelves on his nightstand hold books and baseballs. The rocker we spent countless hours in together is now in the room next to his that will soon become his little brother's, and the crib he once occupied has been replaced by a twin-sized bed. The floor was full of Thomas engines, plastic dinosaurs, and pieces to a puzzle he didn't finish putting together.
I laid there with my thoughts, and I began to cry. Where had the time gone? Oh, what I would give to rock my tiny baby all over again at 11, 2 and 5 o'clock in the morning. We were the only two awake in our home and what felt like, the whole world. Yes, watching him grow and become the almost four-year old that he is has been incredible, but I still can't help but miss the quietness of those hours.
But all I can do is remember these days gone by, love and embrace each stage that passes, fill the memory banks of my mind with everyday moments - the sound of his laughter, the night-time baths that I'm still able to give, hand-prints on the glass door, and be ever so thankful that we still sometimes share the quietness of these hours.
11/20/10
Wednesday definitely passed me by again this week, but I really, really, really wanted to do this post, so I decided to get crafty with my title.
Any no matter what day this week it is, these are the things I'm definitely loving...
that I passed my Three-hour Glucose Tolerance Test with flying colors...
the custom canvas piece that Kelli painted for Parker's room (actually just how much I really am loving this is hard to put into just one sentence)...
the hardwood flooring that's going down in our foyer, dining room, and living room...
this tote bag from Pottery Barn Kids (I really, really, really must click Checkout on my shopping bag)...
Pandora Radio...because they have a huge variety of Christmas music to listen to (I think now I'll definitely get my Christmas music fix without hearing the same tunes over and over and over and over...and over again)...
what I bought today at the Gap thanks to their 40% Off Your Entire Purchase sale...
and...
that Thanksgiving Day is less than a week away....which means the dinner I look forward to all year long is also less than a week away.
the hardwood flooring that's going down in our foyer, dining room, and living room...
this tote bag from Pottery Barn Kids (I really, really, really must click Checkout on my shopping bag)...
Pandora Radio...because they have a huge variety of Christmas music to listen to (I think now I'll definitely get my Christmas music fix without hearing the same tunes over and over and over and over...and over again)...
what I bought today at the Gap thanks to their 40% Off Your Entire Purchase sale...
and...
that Thanksgiving Day is less than a week away....which means the dinner I look forward to all year long is also less than a week away.
11/16/10
Today, we got even more rain showers. Not quite as many as yesterday, but still I was wearing my rain boots in to work this morning, and I wondered if I should have put them on again when I left because once again, it was starting to sprinkle.
Speaking of showers, I was given one this past Friday to celebrate Parker.
It goes without saying that I get super sentimental when it comes to things like this.
It also goes without saying that a giant chocolate chip cookie from The Great American Cookie Company is one of the best desserts on the planet.
The amazing women that I work with day in and day out are also some of the best on the planet.
Meet, Michelle, Tammy, and Lisa...
Angie, Carol, Laynee, Michelle, and LaDonnah...
Erica and Tiffany...
Alaina and Misty...
and Kelly and Linda (And no your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. Kelly and Linda are due within three days of each other just a month after Parker).
This experience would not be the same without them...
and neither would my wish list from Target because of the massive gift card they gave me. I'm pretty sure I will own everything I need for Parker and have some to spare when Jim and I go on our big shopping spree on Thursday (since we have the day off and all thanks to the Athletic Department changing Saturday's football game to Thursday instead and for giving us all the day off so we can so graciously share our parking spaces with all of the fans who'll come to watch the Tide play that night).
And I've already had one tonight - a shower, that is - but I need to scrub the dried and crackling clay mask I put on my face way more than five minutes ago (which is how long you're supposed to leave it on for) that Jake says makes me look like a puppet.
By the way, if you're grasping for straws like I am to fight the inevitable aging that's gonna happen (I think for me I'm about to add another ten years to my face based on the lack of sleep I'm already suffering from), Oil of Olay's Deep Cleansing Facial Mask is the bomb! I absolutely love it - so much I could care less if I look like a puppet.
Speaking of showers, I was given one this past Friday to celebrate Parker.
It goes without saying that I get super sentimental when it comes to things like this.
It also goes without saying that a giant chocolate chip cookie from The Great American Cookie Company is one of the best desserts on the planet.
Meet, Michelle, Tammy, and Lisa...
And I've already had one tonight - a shower, that is - but I need to scrub the dried and crackling clay mask I put on my face way more than five minutes ago (which is how long you're supposed to leave it on for) that Jake says makes me look like a puppet.
By the way, if you're grasping for straws like I am to fight the inevitable aging that's gonna happen (I think for me I'm about to add another ten years to my face based on the lack of sleep I'm already suffering from), Oil of Olay's Deep Cleansing Facial Mask is the bomb! I absolutely love it - so much I could care less if I look like a puppet.
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