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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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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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Thanksgiving Day

I was relieved to have all the cooking done, and Madison slept so good. I really thought I was going to have to stop in the middle of it all to nurse her. I even got to eat first!

Everyone said the food was great, so I had to keep my mouth shut about how the broccoli casserole and macaroni turned out…sometimes I wish I weren’t such a perfectionist! But food is always good when you starve everyone first, right? 🙂

It was so nice to have Suzy and her family over for Thanksgiving. I can’t imagine it being just the 7 of us. That sounds weird. I think that’s the first time I’ve said (okay, typed) that. Just the 7 of us. JUST doesn’t quite fit in that phrase very well!

Anyway, Suzy and Marquis are such a trip. Throw Scott in there and we are laughing a little too much. Talking about banana pudding has never been so funny! Poor Marquis, he doesn’t have half a chance when we start ganging up on him, even when he’s wearing his “cutting gloves.” Oh wait, I’m still waiting to see what exactly cutting gloves are!

The kids were so good. That is always nice. I know they were thrilled to be able to sit at the table with their best friends and enjoy a turkey dinner!

And watching some episodes of The Office was just what I needed after stuffing myself like a turkey. I love that show. I can’t believe there was a time when Scott and I couldn’t stand it!

After our friends left, I tried calling my sister back (who called as Suzy was packing up her stuff to head home) and since she wasn’t answering, I called my mom. I was a little confused. My sister had Thanksgiving at her house. My mom and youngest sister drove there (several hours drive for both) and then after they ate, my sister left her house to go on a date…heading back to the same town my mom drove from! She left my mom and youngest sister there to stay the night without her. So weird.

Anyway, I got to talk to my youngest sister and we had some good conversation. I did learn one thing. I have no privacy on this site – ha ha. She did a google search a few days ago and wouldn’t you know it, she came across my site! That’s TWO people in the last week who have found my site. What are the odds? I do miss her though. I forgot how hilarious she is. I’d love to be able to see more of her.

Scott was konked out on the couch fairly early. I was tired too, so we ended up heading upstairs. It was so nice to be able to go to bed knowing that we had no obligation to get up early…and I slept in until 11:00 this morning!

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Wednesday night Scott talked me into going on a date. I didn’t want to, it was cold and rainy and I still had some cooking to do. I knew I’d be up late if we went, but I could see that he wanted to go see a movie. So I called the babysitter and to my surprise, she was free to watch the kids.

We watched the new James Bond movie. It was pretty good but I was disappointed that Scott remembered the Will Ferrell movie was out right as I was purchasing the tickets. Too bad. I really want to see that one!

The movie was 2 1/2 hours long and I was irritated because we hadn’t even eaten dinner yet. Scott tried to talk me into going somewhere to sit down and eat but I was already tired and knew I wouldn’t make it if we didn’t get home shortly, especially since I still had to drive the babysitter home!

So while I was taking the babysitter home, Scott made the pecan pies. We just HAD to have pecan pies, especially since I knew that Marquis is crazy about them! (Okay, I like them too…but REALLY, it was all for Marquis!)

I got home and started on some of the other stuff. To make a long story short, we were up until after 1 a.m. cooking. Then Madison and I were up for another 45 minutes because she decided she wasn’t ready to go to bed. She woke me up 3 or4 times to nurse, so when the alarm went off at 7 am I was hurtin’! I tried to get up, but Madison wanted to nurse once again, so I stayed in bed and nursed her for 45 minutes and then rushed downstairs to get the turkey stuffed and cooking.

Let me tell you, I was stressing. I told our friends we’d be ready to eat by 2:00 and the turkey had to cook 4-5 hours…then we had to put the ham in the oven, THEN all the sides had to cook. I swear I need TWO ovens. I could definitely use two ovens with my growing family!

I figured it out…we wouldn’t be eating until at least 5:00. Everyone was going to be starving! And of course Madison starts crying as I’m trying to stuff the turkey…and Scott was still in bed. You do NOT want to know what I was thinking as I imagined him tucked under the covers, snoring away.

Just as I was cleaning the turkey, I remembered I bought the turkey bags. OH YES! I totally forgot that when you cook the turkey in the bags, it cooks the turkey in half the time! Thank you! I needed that break!

At about 9 a.m., I got the turkey in the oven and instead of working on the sides, I told the kids to wake me up when the timer went off. DO NOT GET LOUD, I warned. 30 minutes later, just as I’d dozed off, Scott and I are both woken by what sounded like a stampede in the living room, followed be screams and yelling. THAT’s IT!

I hopped out of bed and ordered all of the kids to their room. Then I got back in bed and had a wonderful 1 1/2 hour nap. In fact, I was in such a deep sleep, I was dreaming that Scott and I were at this college planted right on the beach. How nice. He was holding Madison on the beach while I was at a salon talking to some gay guy about coloring my hair. He was going to get rid of all my gray hairs. heh heh. He was talking to me about going brown and getting way too excited about it. Couldn’t he see I already am brown? Just as he was about to pour on the dye, I heard a beeping sound.

Beeeeeep, beeeeeep, beeeeeep, beeeeeep!

I went outside of the salon and looked at Scott, he was trying to shew me back into the salon. “I got it!” he said as he stood up with Madison. I walked over to him.

“Forget it, I’ll get it…” I said.

“No, I’ll get it, you go get your hair dyed.”

“That’s okay, he hasn’t even started yet.” I said, frustrated. We both started to walk towards our dorm…

that’s when Joshua opened the door to my room, “Mom, the timer is going off!”

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