The boys are away and I am on strict orders to "rest." I'm still feeling a bit under the weather from all this sinus/ear crud. Lofton offered to take Reese with him to the lake yesterday and Reese had so much fun he went back this morning, too. I actually sent him in his pj's if that is any indication of how yucky I feel! Thank you, thank you, thank you--Mamie and Paw Paw. I do love having willing great-grandparents just down the road.
Lofton made me promise that I would not clean house or play on the computer all day. I committed to one of those requests.
Things I've accomplished while in bed:
Itemizing our online banking statements.
Finishing our taxes AND submitting them.
Paying bills.
Researching small businesses.
Starting to build Lofton a website for above mentioned business.
Super productive, but also now a little tired. Unfortunately I am a horrible napper. Looks like I'll be watching a little television this afternoon.
I do love HGTV. And Food Network. And Bravo....
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
one more round
The finish line is just a little too far out of reach for us. Reese is sick. So while we were hopeful we could make it until February 4th {next Thursday} without illness, our hopes have been dashed.
He was up on and off all last night, not to mention he hasn’t napped well at school all week. We have a yucky nose, watery eyes, and the tell-tale sign:: ear batting. I could not feel sorrier for him.
I actually am having some ear trouble of my own. I’ve been battling sinus issues since the beginning of 2010. I finally went and got some meds the week of Reese’s christening, but I went to urgent care and {no offense to urgent care} they didn’t quite fix me up.
Yesterday I visited a new doctor, one that we will probably be using from now on. He was very nice and we discussed my sinuses in depth. I told him for three weeks I have felt like I’m sitting on the bottom of the deep-end in a pool. The left side of my face is puffy; so puffy that my left eye has been twitching.
He fixed me right up. Four prescriptions later, I should be well on my way to recovery by this time next week. I could also be sprouting Incredible Hulk muscles because I’m on a 12 day steroid pack. If my skin develops a green tint, you’ll know why. Apparently I’m lucky my left ear drum has not ruptured. Oops. One day I’m going to heed my mother's advice and take better care of myself. One day.
A little ear anatomy lesson for you—
Evidently you inherit your sinus patterns from whichever parent your bone structure favors. Mine favors my dad, and Reese’s favors mine. Which is why we all have terrible allergies and horrible ears- - - thanks Daddy. I also learned that your Eustachian tubes start out parallel to the ground, and as you grow they slant more towards a 45* angle. Babies have very round heads and it takes a few years for their tubes to slant, hence why so many toddlers have ear infections and tubes. Unless you have a large, round Buckley head. Then your tubes stay parallel forever.
He was up on and off all last night, not to mention he hasn’t napped well at school all week. We have a yucky nose, watery eyes, and the tell-tale sign:: ear batting. I could not feel sorrier for him.
I actually am having some ear trouble of my own. I’ve been battling sinus issues since the beginning of 2010. I finally went and got some meds the week of Reese’s christening, but I went to urgent care and {no offense to urgent care} they didn’t quite fix me up.
Yesterday I visited a new doctor, one that we will probably be using from now on. He was very nice and we discussed my sinuses in depth. I told him for three weeks I have felt like I’m sitting on the bottom of the deep-end in a pool. The left side of my face is puffy; so puffy that my left eye has been twitching.
He fixed me right up. Four prescriptions later, I should be well on my way to recovery by this time next week. I could also be sprouting Incredible Hulk muscles because I’m on a 12 day steroid pack. If my skin develops a green tint, you’ll know why. Apparently I’m lucky my left ear drum has not ruptured. Oops. One day I’m going to heed my mother's advice and take better care of myself. One day.
A little ear anatomy lesson for you—
Evidently you inherit your sinus patterns from whichever parent your bone structure favors. Mine favors my dad, and Reese’s favors mine. Which is why we all have terrible allergies and horrible ears- - - thanks Daddy. I also learned that your Eustachian tubes start out parallel to the ground, and as you grow they slant more towards a 45* angle. Babies have very round heads and it takes a few years for their tubes to slant, hence why so many toddlers have ear infections and tubes. Unless you have a large, round Buckley head. Then your tubes stay parallel forever.
Do you feel smarter?
I hope you have a restful and ear pain free weekend. Reese and I will be hibernating in Casa Beasley while Lofton works at the lake.
Tootles!
I hope you have a restful and ear pain free weekend. Reese and I will be hibernating in Casa Beasley while Lofton works at the lake.
Tootles!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
for this i have prayed
I am not a patient woman. Not even close. It is one of my many flaws. I want what I want - - - like yesterday.
God is working on me, though, and becoming a mom has taught me many {MANY} lessons about patience, following His plan, and letting go.
What I have not been able to quell, no matter how hard I try, is my desire for Reese to say “Mama.” I need him to say it. Not I want it, but I honestly need to hear it. It isn’t enough that he lights up when I walk in a room, or smothers my face in wet sloppy kisses. I yearn to hear him say “Mama.”
Last night after dinner, we were playing in the living room. Reese was running back and forth from me to Lofton, soaking in some double parent time. I scooped him up in my lap and {as I do every night} started peppering him with questions. Always the teacher, I suppose.
“Who am I?”
“What’s my name?”
“Can you say Mama?”
Low and behold, that sweet child grabbed my face, looked me dead in the eyes and said “Mama.” Thank you, thank you , thank you! Lofton clapped like a mad man and I welled up with tears {of course}. Reese then said it again. Obviously he was reassuring me that the first time was not a fluke.
He may not say it again for a while, and if he doesn’t that’s okay. I think God knew I’d been worrying myself sick over this little mute man and so he was trying to throw me a bone. For now, I’m satisfied.
God is working on me, though, and becoming a mom has taught me many {MANY} lessons about patience, following His plan, and letting go.
What I have not been able to quell, no matter how hard I try, is my desire for Reese to say “Mama.” I need him to say it. Not I want it, but I honestly need to hear it. It isn’t enough that he lights up when I walk in a room, or smothers my face in wet sloppy kisses. I yearn to hear him say “Mama.”
Last night after dinner, we were playing in the living room. Reese was running back and forth from me to Lofton, soaking in some double parent time. I scooped him up in my lap and {as I do every night} started peppering him with questions. Always the teacher, I suppose.
“Who am I?”
“What’s my name?”
“Can you say Mama?”
Low and behold, that sweet child grabbed my face, looked me dead in the eyes and said “Mama.” Thank you, thank you , thank you! Lofton clapped like a mad man and I welled up with tears {of course}. Reese then said it again. Obviously he was reassuring me that the first time was not a fluke.
He may not say it again for a while, and if he doesn’t that’s okay. I think God knew I’d been worrying myself sick over this little mute man and so he was trying to throw me a bone. For now, I’m satisfied.
And- - - we have a new trick to share:
We can drink from a straw! He's got mad skills.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
almost sixteen months
So much of our time since Reese's birthday has been consumed with doctor's visits and antibiotics, I feel like I haven't been a very adept transcriber of "him." We went for our fifteen/sixteen month checkup today and we were actually given a clean bill of health!
Height: 33 inches exactly (90% )
Weight: 30 pounds, 15 ounces (90 %)
Weight: 30 pounds, 15 ounces (90 %)
Head: 19 and 3/4 inches (95%)
Here are a few things about our sweet boy I never want to forget--
Reese is funny. The kind of funny that warms your whole heart and makes you laugh til you cry. He loves to make people laugh, but if no ones around, he'll laugh at himself. This is clearly a trait he gets from his Daddy.
His favorite things in the world are music and books. When this child hears music, be it on the radio or on television, you better believe he is going to dance. And by dance, I mean he raises his arms in the air, sways from side to side, and {if the song so moves him} drops it like it's hot. If you aren't sure what "drop it like it's hot" means, well... let's just say it borders on scandalous.
Praise the Lord! I have birthed a reader. While pregnant I secretly wondered what I would do if my child was "non-reader". Luckily, my irrational fears were wasted. Reese loves to read. He has a few favorites that he carries around the house. Most of them involve animals. If I'm sitting on the floor he will back into my lap and open one up for us. The teacher in me puddles!
Reese loves to eat. Although in the last few weeks I've noticed he eats normal portions, not super-sized. His favorite foods are cheese, goldfish and mandarin oranges. He also loves him some apple juice. If we let him, he would drink three or four cupfuls. He also loves green beans, hamburgers, and cinnamon rolls. Generally he eats whatever we eat. Unless we eat pizza. For some reason pizza makes him scream. Oh and monkey he is not, bananas are also on the hate list.
We have seven teeth. Three are on bottom, four are on top. We have had these same teeth for a very long time. Sometimes I forget he doesn't have a full mouthful. Last week I made pork chops for dinner. Poor thing loved they way they tasted, but clearly could not chew them. Mom of the Year realized he couldn't chew them at the same time he started choking from cramming seven bites in his chubby cheeks.
Reese is a ladies man. He winks, bats his eyelashes, and waves at all the girls at school. Lock up your daughters, my friends. He could be dangerous. He can also give multiple types of kisses. Fish kiss, open mouth smooches, and blown kisses-- Reese is a buffet of love. If prompted to "snuggle" he will lay his head on your shoulder and pat you.
He expects to be rocked to sleep every night. I've asked Lofton if we should start letting him "fall asleep" in his crib, but Lofton clearly thought I was loony.
Me: I talked to Laura and the twins go down for the night without being rocked. I was thinking we might should let Reese start doing that.
Lofton: Why?
Me: Well, so we don't have to rock him every night. Are we still going to rock him when he outgrows the crib?
Lofton: No. Then we will lay in bed with him at night until he falls asleep.
And that was the end of that.
Reese loves to explore. We have a curious child. He likes nooks and crannies, plugs and trash. He finds a way to climb up on every chair and couch in our house. We are destined for a lifetime of boo-boo's.
And finally, we are the best of friends. Our admiration for each other is mutual. I know I won't always be his favorite, but right now I am. Yes, doing chores and cooking dinner takes a little longer with my helper underfoot, but I wouldn't have it any other way! I am soaking up every minute.
Friday, January 22, 2010
addendum
Funny story to add to yesterday's post:::
I'm a little bit skiddish when it comes to public outings. As in, I don't care for crowds and congested waiting rooms make me sweat. I generally prefer to sit as far away from strangers as possible.
When we entered the ENT yesterday, the left side of the waiting room was perfectly empty. Fabulous. We took a seat and I took to filling out a mountain of paperwork.
Enter strange family. Not to be judgemental {Cassie, you are laughing aren't you?} but I could tell from first glance they were odd. My first clue was that there was a little girl, maybe four, dressed in a brown t-shirt emblazoned with the phrase "Country Girl", purple shorts, and a pair of red boots. Cowboy boots.
Really? Shorts in January?
Of course, the weirdo's plop down on top of us and the kid is drawn to Reese like a moth to a flame. At first the mother apologizes profusely for her daughter's lack of "boundaries." "She just doesn't understand personal space." Yeah, thanks, I got that. Maybe you could MOVE her. The woman mentioned personal space at least ten more times. "We are working on her social skills." Got it. Maybe you could facilitate that lesson AT HOME!
"What's his name?" "Can I touch him?" "He's pretty." The girl would not shut up.
I'm still trying to fill out paperwork, but notice the little girl inching closer and closer to Reese. At this point I start to sweat. I politely, and pointedly, ask Lofton to read Reese his book.
The kid stands three inches from Lofton's shoulder and then TOUCHES Reese's face. At this point, I snap.
"He needs air!" I yell. Lofton finally gets the hint and takes Reese outside. I lie and tell the weird people that he has a cold and I'm concerned about the rug rat getting sick. The wacko's move on to another target-- an unsuspecting mom with two kids.
Dear weird people {i.e. anyone I don't know},
I know my kid's cute, but please don't touch him. He isn't a puppy and I'm liable to be very rude to you.
Thanks,
E
I'm a little bit skiddish when it comes to public outings. As in, I don't care for crowds and congested waiting rooms make me sweat. I generally prefer to sit as far away from strangers as possible.
When we entered the ENT yesterday, the left side of the waiting room was perfectly empty. Fabulous. We took a seat and I took to filling out a mountain of paperwork.
Enter strange family. Not to be judgemental {Cassie, you are laughing aren't you?} but I could tell from first glance they were odd. My first clue was that there was a little girl, maybe four, dressed in a brown t-shirt emblazoned with the phrase "Country Girl", purple shorts, and a pair of red boots. Cowboy boots.
Really? Shorts in January?
Of course, the weirdo's plop down on top of us and the kid is drawn to Reese like a moth to a flame. At first the mother apologizes profusely for her daughter's lack of "boundaries." "She just doesn't understand personal space." Yeah, thanks, I got that. Maybe you could MOVE her. The woman mentioned personal space at least ten more times. "We are working on her social skills." Got it. Maybe you could facilitate that lesson AT HOME!
"What's his name?" "Can I touch him?" "He's pretty." The girl would not shut up.
I'm still trying to fill out paperwork, but notice the little girl inching closer and closer to Reese. At this point I start to sweat. I politely, and pointedly, ask Lofton to read Reese his book.
The kid stands three inches from Lofton's shoulder and then TOUCHES Reese's face. At this point, I snap.
"He needs air!" I yell. Lofton finally gets the hint and takes Reese outside. I lie and tell the weird people that he has a cold and I'm concerned about the rug rat getting sick. The wacko's move on to another target-- an unsuspecting mom with two kids.
Dear weird people {i.e. anyone I don't know},
I know my kid's cute, but please don't touch him. He isn't a puppy and I'm liable to be very rude to you.
Thanks,
E
Thursday, January 21, 2010
mark your calendars
Two weeks from today we have Reese scheduled for tubes. Surgery—actual surgery. I can’t believe it. My C-section was the only surgery I’ve ever had. I know, kids get tubes all the time, but Reese is my kid. My only kid. The light of my life. My mini-me.
Lofton and I were 100% certain the ENT would recommend the tubes. I’ve done hours of research, lots of talking to friends and family, and am confident we are making the best choice for us, the best choice for Reese, and the best choice in doctors.
Still, I’m nervous. And scared. And anxious. And when we talked about putting my sweet boy to sleep—I freaked. Totally freaked out.
Our other options really were not viable options at all. First we could “wait and see” if the fluid dissipates on its own in three to six months. Or we could do a hearing analysis to see if/how severely his hearing has been impacted by having the fluid for three plus months. If the hearing analysis showed damage we could then decide on tubes.
Basically, we need tubes-- like yesterday.
And so, on February 4th I’m going to put on my big girl panties. {HA!!! Who are we kidding? I’ve already called my mama to come for reinforcement.}
Post surgery we are going to be sent to Auburn for a hearing study, simply to assess if there has been any damage to his hearing. If there has been, both Dr. Glaze and Dr. Whatley feel certain we have caught this early enough to quickly repair any problems.
All of this really is such an “if” situation. We know he needs tubes, we don’t know “if” he has hearing damage. In all likelihood he doesn’t talk because he doesn’t want to. He is stubborn as a mule. And ornery to boot.
Yesterday, said sweet child, screamed for twenty plus minutes while writhing on the floor. Did he want food? Me? Juice? Toys? I really couldn't tell you. The spell passed and he was back to his old self. Mule boy.
Oh the joys of toddler-hood :)
Lofton and I were 100% certain the ENT would recommend the tubes. I’ve done hours of research, lots of talking to friends and family, and am confident we are making the best choice for us, the best choice for Reese, and the best choice in doctors.
Still, I’m nervous. And scared. And anxious. And when we talked about putting my sweet boy to sleep—I freaked. Totally freaked out.
Our other options really were not viable options at all. First we could “wait and see” if the fluid dissipates on its own in three to six months. Or we could do a hearing analysis to see if/how severely his hearing has been impacted by having the fluid for three plus months. If the hearing analysis showed damage we could then decide on tubes.
Basically, we need tubes-- like yesterday.
And so, on February 4th I’m going to put on my big girl panties. {HA!!! Who are we kidding? I’ve already called my mama to come for reinforcement.}
Post surgery we are going to be sent to Auburn for a hearing study, simply to assess if there has been any damage to his hearing. If there has been, both Dr. Glaze and Dr. Whatley feel certain we have caught this early enough to quickly repair any problems.
All of this really is such an “if” situation. We know he needs tubes, we don’t know “if” he has hearing damage. In all likelihood he doesn’t talk because he doesn’t want to. He is stubborn as a mule. And ornery to boot.
Yesterday, said sweet child, screamed for twenty plus minutes while writhing on the floor. Did he want food? Me? Juice? Toys? I really couldn't tell you. The spell passed and he was back to his old self. Mule boy.
Oh the joys of toddler-hood :)
Monday, January 18, 2010
the christening
Reese was christened in LaGrange yesterday. It was a very special day for us, for Reese, and for our family. We were surrounded by people who are near and dear to our hearts, and we felt honored that Dr. Decelle, the pastor who married us, agreed to baptize our little man. As Dr. Decelle said at lunch yesterday, "He is honored we chose him to do our work."
Reese did unbelievably well considering he had no nap. He was such a little trooper. Lucky for us he LOVES him some organ music. It lulled him through most of the service.
Our part was at the beginning and Dr. Decelle had asked prior to starting if he could hold Reese. Lofton and I laughed and told him we could try. Surprising both Lofton and I, Reese allowed Dr. Decelle to hold him, sprinkle him, and even carry him down the aisle for all the church to see. It was priceless! Reese is quite the ham {and he totally gets that from Lofton}.
A few of my favorite pictures from the day--
Big Rice and little Reese, the best of buds.
Can we get this show on the road?
Best friends, wonderful Godparents.
Best shot of the three of us-- it didn't come easy.
Man of the hour.
Friday, January 15, 2010
so ready
TGIF, friends. T!G!I!F!
We are so ready for a weekend. And a long one at that.
I am fighting a sinus infection and an ear infection, but went to school anyway today. {Side note: I got a steroid shot at the doctor yesterday. I love those things. They make you feel super-human.}
Only to then fight off a student whose was welding textbooks and a chair. No I'm not kidding. Trust me when I say:: It has been a day.
Luckily, goofy lives right in this very house.
We are so ready for a weekend. And a long one at that.
I am fighting a sinus infection and an ear infection, but went to school anyway today. {Side note: I got a steroid shot at the doctor yesterday. I love those things. They make you feel super-human.}
Only to then fight off a student whose was welding textbooks and a chair. No I'm not kidding. Trust me when I say:: It has been a day.
Luckily, goofy lives right in this very house.
How can you not laugh? He is hysterical.
We are anticipating lots of family arriving tomorrow. Little man is being christened Sunday in Lagrange. It's a really special day to us, and we appreciate so much that most of our family is making the drive to be with us.
Reese is going to be a stud in his outfit. Pictures and post to come later ...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
pig out
We are "phase" eaters in our house. As in we latch on to one food for long periods of time before tiring of it and moving on.
For example, the hubs eats a bowl of raisin bran crunch every weekday morning for breakfast. Every weekday morning. I, on the other hand, eat a Luna bar every weekday morning. I have expanded my palate to include varieties other than Peanut Butter Cookie {delish}, but I do not stray from my routine.
It should not then surprise us that Reese is much the same. {Does anyone need to be reminded of his love for mandarin oranges?}
Tonight, my Martha-self cooked breakfast for dinner. Eggs, biscuits with honey butter, and bacon. Bacon is not one of my favorite things. I like it okay. The smell really makes me feel sick.
My lukewarm feeling towards bacon is in direct opposition to my long haired sibling. He considers this form of pig a separate food group all together. Whole meals to him are made of bacon. Six, eight, twelve pieces-- no joke. We kid he could be the skinniest person ever to die from high cholesterol.
After dinner tonight I am convinced we have another baconator on our hands.
This is the porkster. He shunned every other food on his place BUT the bacon. I tried explaining that I didn't feel bacon would sustain him til morning, but he didn't heed my advice. In fact, he took to destroying the remaining food on his plate. This led to quite the smack down from his father. Hence the unhappy expression. {Sorry about the picture quality-- it's from my camera.}
I found the whole situation very comical. It probably won't be so comical at two in the morning when Reese wakes up starving. But for now, I'm laughing.
Friday, January 8, 2010
action plan
We were up all night last night. Okay, not all night. But basically from the hours of 10:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m. we were awake. And Reese was screaming. Hysterically. And then from 2:00 a.m. until 5:30 a.m. he was whimpering while lying on Lofton.
You see, we are now on ear infection number four. Or maybe it is still infection number one that never really went away. Who knows? Regardless, my sweet child has had two ears full of fluid for going on seven weeks.
Miserable.
However, we now are armed with a plan. My type A self does love a plan.
Reese has been referred to a local ENT for tubes. I'm a little scared, as my only child will have to be sedated, but also optimistic that this might provide him with some relief. Seeing your child in pain is unbearable.
My mildly paranoid self is also mildly concerned about Reese's speech {or lack there of}. IF {big if}, the fluid is causing a hearing issue {which could then cause a speech issue} the tubes will help alleviate some of that.
Tubes it is then. And I think our plan is just tubular.
In other news:: It is a wee bit chilly round here. Last night I bathed the little stinker in our bathroom. We have a circa 1970's fan in our bathroom that also has a heater. I filled the tub full of vapor bubbles and Reese went to town. He loves bubbles. As do I. I was fanatical about Mr. Bubbles when I was younger.
Here is Mr. Bubbles in the flesh:
You see, we are now on ear infection number four. Or maybe it is still infection number one that never really went away. Who knows? Regardless, my sweet child has had two ears full of fluid for going on seven weeks.
Miserable.
However, we now are armed with a plan. My type A self does love a plan.
Reese has been referred to a local ENT for tubes. I'm a little scared, as my only child will have to be sedated, but also optimistic that this might provide him with some relief. Seeing your child in pain is unbearable.
My mildly paranoid self is also mildly concerned about Reese's speech {or lack there of}. IF {big if}, the fluid is causing a hearing issue {which could then cause a speech issue} the tubes will help alleviate some of that.
Tubes it is then. And I think our plan is just tubular.
In other news:: It is a wee bit chilly round here. Last night I bathed the little stinker in our bathroom. We have a circa 1970's fan in our bathroom that also has a heater. I filled the tub full of vapor bubbles and Reese went to town. He loves bubbles. As do I. I was fanatical about Mr. Bubbles when I was younger.
Here is Mr. Bubbles in the flesh:
He is going to hunker down in the house tomorrow with his Mimi so I can run some errands. I think the high tomorrow is twenty something. Clearly Jack Frost missed a turn somewhere and accidentally headed south. This weather is torture.
Bundle up, stay warm, and make some chili this weekend. I compiled a bunch of chili recipes and came up with the recipe below. It is delish.
Beef Chili Recipe
Ingredients
2 lbs ground beef
1 tsp minced garlic
½ large onion, chopped
1 tsp ground oregano
1 tbsp ground cumin
2 tbsp chili powder
1 tsp salt
½ tsp. pepper
One 8-ounce can tomato sauce
2 cans diced tomatoes {one can was Rotel the other was petite diced}
1 can pinto beans, drained {optional}
1 can kidney beans, drained {optional}
shredded cheese (for serving)
Directions
Brown the ground beef in a large pot with the onions and the garlic. Drain. Add back to pot. Stir in seasonings, tomato sauce, and diced tomatoes. Stir. If it looks too thick, add one can of water {or a little chicken broth}. I just filled one of the empty diced tomato cans. Bring to a boil and then cover. Turn heat to low. Simmer for thirty minutes. {If you would like to add beans, do so now}. Stir. Assess thickness. If too thick and a little more water.
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I didn’t use my crockpot, but I feel certain you could brown the meat and then add all the ingredients to the crock pot and turn it on low for 6-8 hours.
Monday, January 4, 2010
twilight
Darn my sister in law. She is 100% to blame for the lack of blog posts over Christmas vacay. You see, she convinced me to read the Twilight series.
I had avoided it like the plague.
Vampires?
Teenage romance?
Werewolves?
Yuck. Not for me.
But she swore I'd love 'em-- and she was right. I bought the first book the Monday before Christmas. I read it and the second book, New Moon, before Christmas Day. I took a break for the holidays, but plowed through books three and four finishing before the new year. {Patting myself on the back as I squint at the computer with my strained eyes!}
There were many hours of chore ignoring and many hours of neglecting my husband. Lofton compares my reading to smoking crack or shooting heroin. {No really. He does.} He said he would support my habit if I could do it casually, not obsessively. But, I'm just that kind of manic reader. I become consumed.
Last night he indulged me and we watched Twilight {the movie}. It was okay. I much prefer to come up with the scenes and images in my mind.
Truthfully, I am glad it's over. I was sad when I turned the last page, but happy to be a part of experiencing what has consumed pop culture since 2008.
Now if I could only figure out how to tweet from school.
{Just kidding! Twitter is dumb. }
I had avoided it like the plague.
Vampires?
Teenage romance?
Werewolves?
Yuck. Not for me.
But she swore I'd love 'em-- and she was right. I bought the first book the Monday before Christmas. I read it and the second book, New Moon, before Christmas Day. I took a break for the holidays, but plowed through books three and four finishing before the new year. {Patting myself on the back as I squint at the computer with my strained eyes!}
There were many hours of chore ignoring and many hours of neglecting my husband. Lofton compares my reading to smoking crack or shooting heroin. {No really. He does.} He said he would support my habit if I could do it casually, not obsessively. But, I'm just that kind of manic reader. I become consumed.
Last night he indulged me and we watched Twilight {the movie}. It was okay. I much prefer to come up with the scenes and images in my mind.
Truthfully, I am glad it's over. I was sad when I turned the last page, but happy to be a part of experiencing what has consumed pop culture since 2008.
Now if I could only figure out how to tweet from school.
{Just kidding! Twitter is dumb. }
Sunday, January 3, 2010
back to life
The real world is fast approaching-- it's back to work TOMORROW. Bummer.
Have I mentioned that when I ask Reese to snuggle he puts his head on my shoulder and pats my back? Too sweet.
This is a sad and bittersweet day for me. This time last year we were gearing up for Reese's first day of daycare. I can hardly believe it's been a year!
We are excited about the changes and plans we have for 2010. Lofton has lots of exciting projects in the works, and I am eager to support and encourage him.
I'm not so much one for resolutions, but if I had to make one, I'd resolve to be a nicer wife, a better mama, and a more dedicated and thoughtful daughter and friend.
Happy 2010! Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts and keep up with our boisterous baby boy.
In anticipation, we have been doing lots of laundry--
lots of playing with the pups--
and lots of snuggling and just hanging out together.
Have I mentioned that when I ask Reese to snuggle he puts his head on my shoulder and pats my back? Too sweet.
This is a sad and bittersweet day for me. This time last year we were gearing up for Reese's first day of daycare. I can hardly believe it's been a year!
We are excited about the changes and plans we have for 2010. Lofton has lots of exciting projects in the works, and I am eager to support and encourage him.
I'm not so much one for resolutions, but if I had to make one, I'd resolve to be a nicer wife, a better mama, and a more dedicated and thoughtful daughter and friend.
Happy 2010! Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts and keep up with our boisterous baby boy.
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