Thursday, August 28, 2008
Just don't be suspicious if you receive an eerily similar one around the Holidays. I'm sure I pay a handsome sum for the gifts I give my loved ones :)...
Happy Labor Day Weekend!
*This amazing deal found at http://www.wantnot.net/**
Edited to add: *Seriously, I could buy myself about 12 of these purses! Does anyone else feel the same way??*
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Oh, there are no exaggerations about the "terrible twos". Whatever horror stories you've heard--they're all true.
So anyway, on the evening of the above described playdate, I had renewed vigor to step-up discipline standards at home. So when my gentle little flower started pitching a first-class fit about not being able to have a sucker before dinner, I got down low, looked her square in the eye and said: "We do NOT speak to Mommy like that. Your behavior is unacceptable. Because of the way you are acting, you are going to time out." And onto the chair in the living room she went. She of course climbed down, crying and expressing her sorrow to the fullest extent. I picked her up each time and plopped her right back down (got that technique from Super Nanny, oh yes I did. Thanks, Jo.)
After the timer went off, Dan went in to speak with our daughter. They were having a discussion about exactly why she was placed in timeout when I came in the room. I neared the chair, and Madalyn turned to me. Huge tears in her eyes, arms outstretched...
"What do you want to say, Maddy?"
"Mommy, I'm sorry." She climbs into my arms and I hold her close. In that moment I know the meaning of true, pure, immediate forgiveness. I'm a little choked up, to be honest.
"Oh baby, it's o-kay. Mommy loves you so much." I was suddenly overcome to tell her it's fine, don't worry about it, Mommy will buy you a pony.
I'm a new mom. I want to raise Madalyn to be polite, empathetic, and kind. I want her to be disciplined. So let me hear your thoughts: what discipline strategies have worked for you?
Today we walked into the library, reviewing proper library-protocol as we entered the foyer.
"Remember, Maddy, we speak softly in the library. And if there are other children by the toys, we need to share nicely. When Mommy says it's time to go, it's time to go, no fussing (here I am remembering carrying her out against her gracious will last time, all the while casting apologetic looks to tight-lipped librarians). Do you understand?"
"I understand, Mama," came the sweet reply. And she did great.
Maybe we're getting somewhere after all.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Go to this link, and tell me that these clothes for M. are not worth the somewhat hefty price tag, even though they are crazy on sale, and great quality, and mostly, just so incredibly cute.
C'mon. Talk me out if it. Particularly that rock 'n roll tee.
Thanks. I appreciate the help with my self-control.
So, yeah, I hope I'm pregnant. With five babies. Because I'm pretty sure that's the only way to justify my consumption of calories today! Ummm, does anyone else ever have three dinners in one night, each complete with its own dessert? Just, ahem, curious.
**DISCLAIMER: This sample diet is in no way indicative of a long-term pattern of health for this gal. O-kay, maybe it's a pattern at certain times of the month. I wonder if we have any chocolate chips...**
Monday, August 25, 2008
Everyone in my family heard me say, "I just can't believe how well she rode that horse. She looked like she'd been doing it all her life" 15 times.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Last night I babysat for the same three little girls mentioned in my previous post. Although I started watching them when they were just 1 yr., 5 yrs., and 7 yrs., they are now 7, 11, and 13.
The time has flown.
Ashley, the middle child, just got a trampoline for her birthday, complete with protective net and zippered entry. Let me tell you, those things are not for the faint of bladder. Childbirth clearly did a number on me (insert a few kegels here). It didn't help that Maddy refused to bounce on her own, but rather preferred me to hold her and bounce. Trampolines are a workout enough without carrying a squirmy, squealy 31.5 lb weight!
My recent "Drama, Drama, Drama" post was fresh in my mind and, of course, I found some fresh materials from these little ladies:
*Tiffany (the Oldest at 13, who had a dear little friend, Talina, over for a sleepover):
"Leonardo DiCaprio is SOOOO HOOOT! OMG! Don't you think he is SOOOO HOT, Laura?!"
Ummmm....keep in mind that the child has never even seen Titanic. I mean, when I was her age, girls were drooling over Leonardo. Why does he have such staying-power? I just don't see it.
*Emma (the smallest at 7, as said to me while she was supposed to be trying to sleep):
"I don't know why everyone likes dating. It's so weird."
"No one thinks I'm cute anymore. I wish I could go back to being smaller. Ashley (the middle) told me she wishes I could be a baby again, because I was cuter. But I don't think she really means it. When I was a baby, she dropped me on my head because she didn't want me to be part of the family. On purpose. Right on my head.
It still hurts."
Love the drama.
Also, as a side note, I drove home in a tizzy because I have no idea how to parent teenagers. I'm only 25 myself (although very close to 26 :), and I realize I have eleven years to worry about this matter, but I just don't know what to do with them. Do I tell them they have to go to bed at a certain time, even if they don't have school the next day? What television programs are o-kay to watch? (In my opinion, clearly not House, which the older ones watched almost all evening long. I happen to love that show, but watching it through the lens of an eleven year old...there's plenty of inappropriate stuff. They were starting in on Heroes when I left.)
I'm praying for Divine Intervention already.
Now back to watching Barney.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I'll tell you why. My reason is partly because I have mostly been around girls. I nannyed for three of the sweetest, most drama-filled girls you could ever meet during my college years. I always loved watching "Strawberry Shortcake", braiding hair, and dressing up dolls. I loved baking with them. I loved making crafts. Now that the oldest is thirteen, I love hearing about her friends, her crushes, and her new favorite pair of jeans. I'm used to the fights, the tears, the pouty lips.
When I found out Madalyn was a girl, my mind instantly went to all of these things. Helping her pick out a Homecoming dress. Coloring at the table for hours. The sweet pretty things, the living room dance parties, the joy.
And, oh, the drama!
My recent revelation is that I love the drama that comes with being surrounded by girls. Somewhat of an, ahem, drama queen myself (did I just admit that?), I am comfortable with this exuberant side of the female gender. I love knowing the scoop (I've often asked my best friend Andrea, a decidedly UN-dramatic gal, if she thinks there would be any merit in starting a Christian gossip column). I love watching the back stories of the Olympic athletes and finding out they overcame tremendous obstacles to be where they are and then panning back and watching them win gold. And when they loose by a fraction of a second...oh, the drama.
Let me clarify. I do not endorse creating unnecessary drama, unless in a controlled, imaginary play setting ("WHAT? Your dollie's best friend is moving to NEBRASKA?? Well, let her have a good cry about it, approach her friend's parents, and see if she can't beg and plead with them to change their minds" and the like). And I truly oppose gossip (despite my brainstorms about christiangossipgirl.com).
But if you have a scoop you'd like to share, your secret's safe with me, and I will lean in with delight, and relish every word! My same undramatic friend, Andrea, has often said "Just look at you!" when she's about to tell me something juicy!
I love drama. And Maddy seems to be following in her mommy's footsteps. We put a new, pretty dress on her yesterday and she gushed, with all the hushed reverence a two year old can muster, "Oh, Mommy, just like a princess!" We'll keep enjoying our fanciness around here, God Bless Daddy!
Until, you know, a little boy comes along. After this post, you know one's bound to :).
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today is my good, best, longest, most extravagent, most determined, most fashionable, most-beautiful-green-eyes, most-understanding-of-curly-hair friend Rebekah's birthday. The above pics are from a few years ago (awww, look at little Maddy!), and she is even more beautiful today. Just look at the below picture of Bekah holding her new little niece:
Ben and Rebekah are that good.
Rebekah has become this mature, wise, beautiful mom-in-waiting. All she has been through, all she is now navigating through, have changed her for sure. And all the bloggy world gets to see the sparkle. But I'm proud to know her a little bit closer:
- She was my first friend in Sunday school at Christ the King Church in 5th grade.
- She was my constant confidant, along with our other best friend, Andrea, during all my junior high and high school years. She whispered with me late in the night. We witnessed each other's heart breaks and all the growing-up-isms.
- She was my very favorite roommate during one incredible year at Northern Michigan University. The year in retrospect meant very little to either of us academically and every thing in life expereinces. We were nestled in the Upper Pennisula of Michigan the year the town of Marquette broke the record for snow fall! We had "wear your roommate's clothes day". Rebekah was dating Ben, her high school sweetheart, and we again whispered late into the night, this time about when he would pop The Question and which of our college guy friends had any potential for me (none :)!). We built a huge snowman. We loved every minute.
- I stood up in her wedding. She stood up in mine. She watched my first born come into the world.
- We've called each other with every bit of exciting news and been witness to the reality of Who God Is in each other's lives.
She is beautiful and the real deal that all her readers see.
Happy Birthday, Friend. Enjoy every minute! And, oh, we all cannot wait to celebrate again with all the rises and settles of what this year will hold.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
You know that feeling when you walk into your house after being gone for a length of time and it all looks so familiar, yet slightly new, slightly different? I love that feeling. My house looked so beautiful to me when Dan, Maddy, and I arrived home today after a vacation Up North.
It may be small. But it's ours. It's us. It's home.
I was also quite excited to get back to my laptop. A full inbox and lots of new blogs to read...what could be better? :)
I will blog more tomorrow...promise.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
I can already feel the laziness setting in. It's 3:22 pm and I'm still in my p.j.'s. Dan is starting to get concerned I will go to today's 5:00 family dinner at his brother's house dressed this way, unshowered, although he won't admit it.
It's just such a peaceful day. Don't get me wrong: I've done three loads of laundry, packed Maddy and I, and made sure Madalyn was bathed for tonight. I may get inspired and run the dishwasher any minute.
But that's about it.
I don't know if I'll be able to sign online at all this next week, so I apologize in advance about the lack of blogging. I'll make sure to have plenty of pictures and fresh materials when I return. In the mean time, I'm going to try my hand at knitting Maddy some cute legwarmers, read some books, and take naps. Oh, and maybe try to get a little sun. I'm finishing out this summer as white as when it started, and that simply won't do!
Alright, I suppose I'll change out of my attractive brown tank top and velour lounge pants. I can't promise the same for next week, though :)
Enjoy these last, lazy days of summer however you can.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Madalyn's comment on the dress: "Maddy wear that beautiful dress." Fashion tip: only wear what you truly believe to be beautiful. Your self-confidence will come shining through! Also, know what color palette is flattering for you personally. Maddy knows purple flatters her coloring!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Although unicorn food is pretty outrageous, it doesn't compare to what I saw on this blog a few days ago. I've copied Brandiandboys once before, so I promise this is the last time! It was just so OUTRAGEOUS, I couldn't resist. Here it is:
That's right, a fishy pedicure! According to CNN News, these tiny carp nibble off your dead skin. They don't have teeth, so they are unable to do any harm to live skin, and the creator says it works much better than a traditional pedicure. In fact, a Northern Virginia spa plans to offer a full-body version soon!
What do you think? Are you game? (I think it's absolutely disgusting, but don't let that sway you!)
Have a great weekend!