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Goodbye 2006!

Tonight is the last night of 2006. It’s been a good year. I am blessed.

This year

  • Madison joined our family.
  • Scott got a raise – a good raise.
  • I made a new friend.
  • I got to see my Grandma.
  • My mom was able to visit for an entire month.
  • I spent several days at the beach – the perfect vacation spot!

It was a good year.

2007 promises to bring change with

  • My husband’s upcoming promotion which may bring about another move.
  • My impending weight loss – it is going to happen!
  • The beginning of a new decade. I’ll be 30 years old this year!

My New Year’s Resolutions:

  • To lose the rest of my baby weight
  • To start drawing/painting again
  • To stop stressing over how clean my house is/isn’t and spend more time with my children.

I’m looking forward to the new year. I hope it’s full of as many blessings as 2006.

Happy New Year, Everyone!

More on our New Year Celebration Here!


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More on Christmas

The Butt/Face soap really is funny. Especially since we’d recently just gotten on to Patrick for going days without replacing the bar of soap in the shower. We discovered he’d only been using a sliver (and I mean a very very very small sliver) of soap to wash his body – I’m talking about not enough soap to actually lather up, okay? My sister-in-law was here and asked for some body wash so it was pretty obvious that there was nothing to clean up with in the shower! So I think getting that bar of soap reminded him of that day and how it was discovered that he was basically cleaning himself up with water.

The best part about these stocking stuffers is the fact that we didn’t have to pay for them. We got them at a White Elephant Party.

Anyway, here are some more pictures to share:

This was a gift from my nephew – he made it himself. Scott and I were so touched that he chose to give it to us!
This is the shirt Kelly’s aunt picked out for her. I LOVE it!

Madison is trying to figure out how to use this toy!

Here I am trying to empty my stocking and hold the baby at the same time.

The boys LOVE board games and we thought Dwight would like this one because it requires “strategy” – one of his favorite words when referring to his favorite board games!

The princess is pleased indeed!

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Hmmmmmm. What should I blog about?

Should it be about Patrick following a silly question with an even sillier answer? (Does Kelly need socks to go on a walk? No, he just figured she could wear her sandles to go for a walk – the ones that always fall off her feet). We’re only walking about 2 miles!

No, that’s not what I should blog about.

What about how I wonder if Dwights Pervasive Developmental Disorder is somehow causing him to take off every time we announce it’s time to eat? He seriously heads upstairs, in the bathroom taking his sweet time or messes around in his room while we are sitting around the table waiting on him to join us so we can eat as a family. We wonder if he’s just being manipulative – do we realize Dwight is missing? Should we seek precious Dwight out and let him know how important it is for him to grace us with his presence at every meal? We warned him and warned him about this behavior, so today when he went upstairs to finish cleaning up instead of joining us at the table, we told him that he couldn’t join us (we were almost done eating by the time he finally came down). So we will see if he really is trying to manipulate or not tomorrow! He was rather hungry by dinner time! I really do not like eating my food cold, especially at the expense of my 13 year old!

But that’s not what I should blog about!

I really need to tell you about how mean Santa Claus really is! What kind of wicked man leaves this in a 13 year old boy’s stocking?

And this in a 10 year old boy’s stocking?

(The packaging reads: Butt/Face Soap – Cheek to cheek cleansing!)

Patrick was a little sensitive about this gift and easily gave it away to his little brother, who was more than happy to model for me:

Oh, and if you think I’m kidding about how mean Santa is, let me take you back to the day I went to see Santa. I was probably around 6 years old. My mom and her friend took us (my sister, friend, her sister, and I) to the mall to see Santa. When it was my turn, I excitely sat upon Santa’s lap and he asked me if I’d been a good girl. I nodded my head enthusiastically as I thought about the cool toys I wanted to ask Santa for.

But instead of playing along, Santa got serious as he whispered in my ear, “Now I think we both know that you haven’t exactly been good all the time this year, now have you?” He followed this shocking statement with a small lecture about how he knows I wasn’t perfect and that I could behave better!

My world was shattered. I meekly nodded my head (because THAT’S HOW GOOD I WAS!) and to be honest, I don’t remember if I ever asked him for any of the cool toys on my list. Instead, I remember how I just couldn’t wait to get back to my mom, who didn’t believe me when I told her what Santa said. “He was probably just kidding!” she said when I insisted that Santa really told me he knew I wasn’t a good girl. I was forever scarred by Santa’s cruel little joke!

So being the warped kind of mom that I am, I in turn warp my little kiddos with mean pranks such as the ones I just shared with you. But don’t worry, it’s all in good fun. They know Santa would NEVER put those things in their stockings – even if they weren’t exactly good this year!


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Fact – Assuming Killed the Cat

Tonight when I asked him why he didn’t complete all his tasks on his check list, Dwight said he assumed that he didn’t have to do flashcards with Patrick because they were out of school for “Winter Break.”

“What does assuming do, Dwight?” Scott asked.

“Assuming killed the cat.”

Scott and I looked at him like, “huh?” Then we looked at each other.

“That’s what Mom told me.” He stammered.

“I did NOT tell him that.” I denied to Scott.

We both tried to hide the smiles as Dwight continued to try to convince me that I once told him that Assuming killed the cat.

“Ummmm, no. I believe I once told you that Curiosity killed the cat.” I stated.

Scott couldn’t help himself. “Well, I guess assuming could kill the cat – if you assume it’s not under the car or you assume it has food when it doesn’t…”

(Good job for proving his statement true, Honey).

Dwight blushed as he discovered his accusations against assuming was wrong.

No, Dwight, Curiosity killed the cat. But when you assume, you make an ASS out of U and Me!

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Am I Here?

I want to blog, I really really do! I am here in spirit even if I’m not physically posting! Every day I think about something that has happened that I would LOVE to blog about, but Madison has been a toot all week. No, I take that back. She has been a toot ever since her cousins and Aunt T left. She hasn’t let me out of her sight since. She has become very demanding! What happened to my baby who was so easy to take care of? Could she be suffering from separation anxiety already? She’s too darn smart for her own good, I’ve learned that. She wants to learn and explore to the point of exhaustion and then gets in a bad mood because she doesn’t know how to settle down.

Anyway, here are the highlights of the things I wanted to blog about:

My Sister In Law and her family came down for a visit right before Christmas. I ended up with some GREAT pics, including these:
We had a good time. Aunt T brought a cookie kit, so the kids got to decorate Christmas cookies:

She’s always so good about doing stuff like that with the kids.

And Scott spent some time playing games with the kids. He’s good about doing stuff like that!

Aunt T got Madison to take a bottle. I told her that we haven’t been able to get her to take one, but she got fussy enough and Aunt T asked if we could just try…

So Sunday when Scott was caring for her while I taught my Sunday school class, would she take a bottle from him? NO.

What about from me? Hell No. Am I crazy? What was I thinking trying to offer a bottle when I’ve got the good stuff right there?

I think Madison must be playing favorites or something…at least I know who Scott can call if anything were to happen to me!

Oh, and as far as Christmas trees are concerned, we have 2. One for the kids to decorate, one for me. This is why:

Compliments of Dwight, the 13 year old. Try untangling this mess! The garland ended up in the trash because it got stripped in the process of removing it. I ended up helping them decorate theirs (at least as far as the lights and garland was concerned), but never got around to decorating MY tree.

In fact, I’d already decided I wasn’t going to bother this year because it was just too much. I wanted to, but I know my limits and when the thought of trying to accomplish this task seems overwhelming, it’s time to lay it down. So, I let my husband know I wasn’t going to do it this year. Sure I said it with a bit of disappointment, but it was a relief to lay it down and I really meant it. “Why? You should do it. I’ll help you.” was his response. Wow, I didn’t know that it meant that much to him.

So I tried to get it done the same night my Sister-in-Law and her family were heading down and guess what? I broke down. It really was too much. I was in a bad mood, chewing the kids out about their tree (because they wanted my help) while I was trying to decorate mine. Scott was not helping me decorate with the mood I was in because he “didn’t want to fight.” Ha ha. Good luck with that…a fight was inevitable.

Turns out he was just trying to encourage me to do it because he thought I would beat myself up over the next 6 months for not decorating my tree. It’s funny (and frustrating) because sometimes he’s so good about recognizing growth in me and compliments me on it and sometimes he totally misreads me. (The burden of being human and not having super mind-reading powers, I suppose). This time this misinterpretation turned into a fight because I was so overwhelmed with something I really didn’t even want to do this year and he was trying to encourage me to do it because he thought it was something I did want to do but wasn’t making time for it. In the meantime, I wanted him to support me in my decision and reassure me that I was doing the right thing, but his response led me to think that this damn tree was a big deal to him when he really could care less! In a sense, we were both looking out for me, but in different ways.

I truly think as people get older, they are supposed to evolve (and mature). I’m slowly learning how to let some things go and not feel guilty about it. So I didn’t get the tree decorated this year. I just had a baby, I deserve the break, right?

Funny thing is, the tree is still sitting in the living room – naked. The kids put it up so I could get busy with the decorations. Every time I look at the tree, I look at it with contempt. It’s just a tree, but this year it was a source of frustration because it was the cause of an argument between me and my husband, and a learning experience of how a little miscommunication can lead two people to seeing things in the wrong light. I thought decorating the tree was important to HIM, while he thought it was important to ME.

The tree does not define Christmas to me. It’s fun to decorate and looks pretty when you have the time to sit back and enjoy it, but it shouldn’t be a burden. Our society has built Christmas up to be this superficial holiday. We feel guilty if we don’t have enough lights decorating our house or if we haven’t spent enough money on someone we love. We better buy something for this person or that or they may think we don’t care about them. Oh yes, and don’t say Merry Christmas, it might offend someone. But if saying Happy Holidays offends you, then that’s your problem, you are just too closed-minded and biased. So this year, the darn tree has meant all of that to me…it’s offensive to me, when the whole reason we are supposed to be celebrating this season is to worship the one who so willingly gave us the ultimate gift.

So, I suppose that if I’m going to grow in some areas, like supporting my husband with all the craziness his job has to offer,(that is a whole other post altogether!) then I should be growing in areas that will be good for me too. Like knowing when to lay things down and not feeling guilty about it, and celebrating Christmas for what it was originally intended to be, and not letting all the Scrooges in this world ruin it for me when they simply say, “Happy Holidays.”

Next year will be different. I’ll have my big tree up and I’ll clothe it in lights and ornaments, I’ll look upon it in admiration as we lay presents under the tree, and I’ll respond to “Happy Holidays” with “Merry Christmas.” But if for some reason any of this begins to be too much for me, I’ll communicate it to my husband more effectively because, afterall, he hasn’t mastered reading my mind (yet).

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More on Our Adoption Story will be posted soon. I’ve just been swamped with Christmas!

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She Knows!

I called my sister-in-law yesterday and when I mentioned my blog, she told me she hasn’t read it in a while because she about needed therapy from the last time she read it. She said she was quite traumatized by it all. I thought she was talking about the moving plans, so I told her she doesn’t have to worry about that now because we may not even be moving…

That’s when she corrected my misunderstand. “No, I was talking about your post when the flooring guy came to your house.” Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! That post! heh heh. She’s talking about “the ring.”

So last night, I’m laying in bed and just as I’m starting to fall asleep, my brain kicks in this sudden realization…Oh my gosh, she knows about the video! I guess it’s a good thing we were best friends before I married her brother or she’d probably never talk to me again out of disgust and mortification! But thankfully, there’s a bond between us that quickly overcomes home made videos. (Even if it did take me calling her to get her to talk to me!) 😉

I totally didn’t think about her reading that when I wrote it!

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