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Everyone loves a pregnant woman (but kids we could do without)
I've been noticing something funny lately. There have been more and more situations this month (thanks to having an amazingly hands-on husband) where I have been running errands or grabbing coffee by myself instead of with two kids in tow. And you know . . . it is truly incredible how nice people are to me when they see that I am pregnant. Chivalry is NOT dead. It is just reserved for the really, really big-bellied. I have people constantly opening doors for me, smiling and saying . . .
witnessing: Michael Scott style (or, how NOT to invite people to Easter)
Okay, whether you go to church or not, I think we can all agree this is funny stuff. This was put together by our church in preparation for last Easter . . . . . .
So Many Books, So Little Time
This is the table by my bed right now. This precarious tower of books are just the ones I am actively working on right now. There are many more piled on the shelves underneath. I think this is the worst it has ever been. I love to read, but I am finding it so difficult right now. I am clearly having a bit of literary ADD. I also suffer from an annoying loyalty that makes me finish every book I have ever started, even if I don't like it. Which really means I just get stuck in the middle of too . . .
and the baby’s name is:
Well, there you have it. And yes, this is the winner of the poll I put here on the blog. So you may take full credit, friends. (Especially you, Kipp, 'cause I know you voted more than once).By the way, although Jafta is now enthusiastic, please know that there were MANY tears shed when we had a family meeting to tell the kids the name of their baby sister. Jafta had his heart set on Coconut, and he was dead serious about it. He wailed, he cried, and I did my best not to laugh at a . . .
full-panel time
If you've been pregnant before, you know what I mean.Early on, you can get away with the rubber band trick, or the low-waist jean. The then tummy expands and it's time for the roll panel.But eventually, you have to surrender and accept the full panel. You've seen the full panel on other pregnant women, and always thought, surely there is another option. Surely there is no reason to wear pants that cover your entire stomach in fabric. But then you get sick of your stomach pushing your jeans down . . .
The Ten Commandments for Little League Moms
I did not grow up in an athletic household. We were what you might call an "artsy fartsy" family. I am much more familiar with ballet shoes and chord charts than I am with cleats and shin guards. The whole concept of being a "sports mom" is both intimidating and a little foreign to me. I am quickly learning what this all means for my life (and free time) for the next 18 years.Jafta has been in t-ball for about three weeks, which of course now makes me an expert on how to be a good baseball mom. . . .
Like an alcoholic in a bar
I have to drive by it several times a week. When I see the building, I have a physiological reaction. My pulse starts racing, my adrenaline pumps, and I get giddy with anticipation. Usually, I restrain myself. Nothing good will come from going in there, I repeat in my mind. I know me. I know I will lose control. I know I will give over to the temptations that await me inside Room and Board.And yet, that temptation pulls me in. I'm just looking, I rationalize. Just a peek at the new collection. . . .
memories of pop-pop
My Pop-pop passed away last week. Tonight is his memorial service in Orlando, where I grew up. I'm really sad to miss this celebration of his life. My Pop-pop was my mom's father. Pop-pop was a brilliant man, and had an amazing wit. Though he could often be grumpy, he would always surprise you with a sarcastic comment or clever comeback, even in the midst of an argument. Pop-pop had a sense of humor about himself and about life. I still remember bonding with him over Seinfeld, and how he would . . .
The Boys Are Back*
Mark and Jafta got into LAX late last night. They had such a good trip. Keanan got out of the hospital on the very day they arrived. His foot is doing much better. Mark got to go on a doctor's appointment with him. The surgeon seemed very competent, and it looks like the infection is going away. His wound still needs to close up and heal a little more, and he is still not able to walk on it. But hopefully in a few weeks he will be back to his active little self! Keanan was a little subdued on . . .
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