S.O.S.

Husband. Coming home. Tonight. From business trip this week.

Daughter. Way too energetic. For this momma. 

Fetus. Kicking. Groin. Yeah. 

Need to. Talk in complete. Sentences. Uninterrupted.

Now on to tea party. Just been invited. With my little friend. Morgan. *smile*

Will sleep well. Tonight. And the rest of. My life.

Face.book

I just joined Face.book about a week ago. 

Ever since then, I've been thinking about childhood friends, college buddies and family members. My whole world was opened to my past again. Amazing. Local and distant friends came out of the woodwork and boy was it fun to catch up.

But now I am having my first Face.book dilemma: To confirm or not to confirm someone? 

I know, I know... aren't I overly sensitive? 

My compassionate side says to accept everyone. But I'm not sure I want to start communicating regularly with every person (no matter how wonderful!) from my past or my present. I guess I feel overwhelmed by maintaining that many relationships at once. And I don't even have that many friends. :) 

Then last week a person found me who I would rather not have found me. It scared me a little because I didn't post my maiden name. Which is why I keep my blog private. 

So how do you use face.book? Do you confirm everyone? Any concerns with security?

Pregnancy Update

Due to the swarms of people wanting to know about my bodily functions *ha*, I thought I'd give a pregnancy update.

Firstly, le bebe is all manner of sciatic fun. When I lay on my sides, that magical tingling sensation creeps up my limbs. This really surprises me because I didn't have this with Morgan until later in the pregnancy, like when she got a lot heavier. And though the kiddo is only a few oz. in weight, when I lay on my back, it's amazing how weird that weight feels. I marvel at its growth. 

Secondly, in light of "sciatic fun", it appears that we are now in the market for le La-Z-Boy recliner. *score* I slept in one of these recliners the last part of my pregnancy with Morgan and it really helped me to sleep more soundly. We have since departed with that recliner. Plus, I'm probably in the minority saying this, but I'd rather have a recliner than a glider for the baby's room. 

Thirdly, nausea and the effects thereof have made an encore performance. They're not nearly as bad as earlier in the pregnancy and I think they're due to the summer heat. Nevertheless, I totally deserve a rebate. First trimester sickness my foot. *wink*

Lastly, this probably goes without saying, but this pregnancy is a real kicker. (Pun recognized.) I think all my inner organs have received the benefit of its little blows. I'm starting to warm up to the idea of Sir Kickalot showing its cute face in December. Maybe this isn't just a terrible flu after all. :)

Kung F.u Panda

I took Morgan to see this movie last night and it was a hit. If you like Jack Bla.ck, you'll totally dig the way they made his facial expressions in panda form. 

My 4 year old daughter loved this movie, but if you have a young son, he will *TOTALLY* dig it. 

And, bonus... the movie now runs at our second run $3 theater!! See it!

Crab

Morgan: "Mom, sometimes when you tell me to do something I don't want to do, I'm a crabcake."

Awkward pause...

Morgan: "I'm a little crabby, Mom. I'm a crabcake."

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Hilarity. Get it here.

Morgan Grace

As much as I bark about Morgan's idiosyncrasies, she is very much my grace right now. Strange and wonderful child that she is.

She sings songs about random and beautiful things in her life.

She forces me to embrace each day with as much energy as possible.

She talks to my tummy, to the baby that is.

And the other day, she told me she wanted to buy a pink rattle for the baby. A present for her little sib.

I felt a little awkward about that one.

I've intentionally quieted my heart about this pregnancy for reasons that I'm sure everyone has heard entirely too much. 

I have gotten to the point where I will thank God for my "daily bread" pregnancy... "for this day's kicking fetus, I thank You." But for tomorrow, well, I don't like to go there. The thoughts for today are enough.

I think God is telling me to celebrate a little more. He's using Morgan to do so. He's allowing her to be the emotions that I haven't dared to embrace. 

Buy the baby a present?

Think about the baby on this side of Wombville? 

I'm reminded of the Christmas Carol lyrics "Let every heart prepare Him room..." 

It's entirely appropriate for Morgan to request this gift. 

What a gift this little girl is to me.

P*tty Talk

If you don't like p*tty talk, you won't like to read this post. You're warned. :)

This morning the toilet kept flushing in Morgan's bathroom. Then I heard her making exasperated sounds. Ugh. I got up and asked her why she was flushing so much.

"Because," she said very candidly, "I want to leave the bathroom when the toilet sound is still on. And it keeps going off." 

*sigh* My daughter thinks odd thoughts. 

At early morning hours. 

On Saturday mornings when I should be able to turn my brain to "low".

It was 6:30 in the morning and I had no intention of being diplomatic momma. I told her to stop it. 

Dan was wondering why our water bill was so high this month. 

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I gave Morgan the "V" talk. I didn't want to give this talk to her until she was older, but I did. Last week. 

Some kids were telling her that babies come out of other places and I wanted her to know the truth.

So this morning, after our "toilet flushing" talk, she asked me to tell her the story again. I don't even like the "V" word, but I told her again about her body. And then I read her a book about babies and how they grow in the womb. 

Morgan has been very excited to learn about her body. As Dan was going to work the other day, she screamed at him from another room, "Dad! Did you know that girls have THREE holes and one of them is a BABY HOLE?" 

There was a moment of awkward silence and then:  "Gotta go!" Dan said as he bolted for the door. 

Photos

Queen Anne's Lace Flowers which we dyed with colored water. Fun! Cheap!

Strawberry Milk: The Breakfast of Pregnant Champions.

My Annual Plant Homicide. Apparently they need water and sun.

God Question

Dear God,

Why am I so stupid as to think children should come shopping? 

Love, Emily

Funny and Unhelpful Statements

Random statements I have said and others have said. 

We gotta laugh at ourselves, don't we?

1. You haven't had your baby yet?

(Said to a mother past her due date.)

2. Your daughter is going to have a tough time adjusting to a new baby.

(Oooo...news flash.)

3. You work all the way downtown?

(Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes.)

4. I'm trying to figure out if you're having a girl or boy. Were your hips this wide before your pregnancy?

(No. Was your mouth that big before you opened it?)

5. I think I'm going to plan to have my next baby in spring. It's so pretty that time of year.

(You want fries with that?)

6. How do you drive such a small car with your child?

(I start by putting the key in the ignition...)

7. You look better than last time I saw you. You look... healthy. 

(I totally said this to someone recently. Foot in mouth disease took over. I asked for a do-over. Ugh. I meant to say she looked fabulous. Sorry, J!)

8. Was that a bargain? If so, it's obvious. 

(Said by teenager.)

9. You'll find a husband when you stop looking for him.

or

You'll have a baby when you stop trying for one.

(Have you noticed how these statements are only said by people who have spouses or children? Hmmmm.)

10. How did you pay for this?

(American dollars seem to do the job.)

Iowa Pics

We had a lovely time in Iowa. I was lazy with the camera and forgot to bring it most of the time, but here are a few special memories. Pretty weather. Lots of laughter. Good times.

*Sorry, Aunt Jill... I thought I got some pics with you in it, too. We loved being with you!*

A special evening walk in Iowa.

I love this old tree at the end of their driveway. It's so beautiful.

Happy Fortieth Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Weekend Fun

We just got back from Iowa this evening.
The suitcases are piled in the kitchen eating area.
My husband is already asleep on the couch.
And Morgan is playing after being cooped up in the car for 7 hours.

It was a good trip. We went to celebrate Dan's folks' 40th anniversary. Wow. What a beautiful thing to celebrate. They're totally still in love with each other and flirt shamelessly. I love it.

There were a few Morganisms over the weekend that I thought I'd share as well:

Morgan: "Grandma, do you want to come to my 5th birthday party?" (It's in October.)
Grandma: "I sure do, Morgan!"
Morgan: "Great! I'll make two inbitations. One for you and one for Grandpa. You want to come too, Aunt Jill? I can make you an inbitation, too."

Is it bad that I didn't correct her? :)
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Morgan was watching Shrek 3 in the back seat. Suddenly she burst out with this question: "Um, Dad... why are the girls in this movie burning their bras?"
(I had forgotten about that scene. Lovely.)
I was laughing too hysterically to remember how Dan answered her. Delicately, as I recall.
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Morgan caught on to how Grandpa sneaks kisses:
Grandpa: "Morgan, come here! I have a secret for you!"
Morgan: (Hesitantly)..."It's not that 'I love you' one again, is it?"

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On the road:
Morgan: "Are we still in Grandpa and Grandma-ville?"
Dan (laughing): "Yes, we're still in Iowa."

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Morgan was frustrated that I didn't understand her idea about something:
"What I meanted, Mom, was that you need water. That's what I meanted."

She had a very grown up look on her face. I stifled my laugh.

Skirt Skirmish

Remember this cute skirt my mother in law made for Morgan last summer? I love it.

She loves it, too.
She wore it last year.
She wears it this year.
Almost. Every. Day.

Sometimes I put it in the wash just so she can't find it.

Summary:

Pros: Skirts can be worn longer than other clothing.

Cons: Skirts can be worn longer than other clothing.

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Addendum: Morgan has just walked downstairs. She is not wearing the skirt. She is wearing all pink. That is the other thing she wears every day and another post altogether. :)

Playdate Rebate *wink*

Dear Kris,
Thanks for the playdate. It was fun to hang out with you and your 3 kiddos today.

Surprisingly, the water fun and your troops did not wear Morgan out enough. (See pic.)

So much for "quiet time" today. In retrospect, it was a little too quiet.

Love, Em

Pregnancy Observations

Observations I have collected from friends about the difference between and first pregnancy and second ones. If you're expecting your first child and feel totally offended by this post, then I will buy your friendship back with an item from your registry. How's that? *wink*

On Diet and Nutrition:
First: "Oh my! It's says here in my baby journal that I should be eating mangos and broccoli this week because the baby is growing fingernails!"
Second: "Could I have a side of sour cream with those french fries?"

On Registering for Baby Supplies:
First: "Oh, dear... I only put 100 things on my registry... is that enough?"
Second: "Do you think the stroller really needs the fourth wheel? Can't we just reuse the one we have?"

On How Many Weeks Pregnant One Is:
First: "I am 15 weeks and 5 days and 2 hours pregnant."
Second: "My second trimester. I think."

On Due Dates:
First: "I'm due November 15th, but I'll probably delivery early because November 1st is my favorite day."
Second: "I'm due in the fall. Sometime. My first one was late, my second one probably will be, too. Who knows?"

On Weight Gain:
First: "Oh no! I've gained 2 pounds more than I'm supposed to for my second trimester!"
Second: "I can still see my toes. Who cares?"

On Nursery Design:
First: "I had a Winnie theme at first, but now I think I'll go more 'vintage Jack and Jill'. What do you think?"
Second: "Yippee! There's no holes in the crib sheets. Who cares what color they are?"

On Delivering the Baby:
First: "My bag has been packed for 2 months at the front door!"
Second: "Oh wait, Jill... I can't go to the beach with you next week. My calendar says I'm having a baby."

On Baby Cuteness:
First: "I think the baby will have my eyes, but his nose."
Second: "As long as it's healthy..."

On Travelling Post-Baby:
First: "We'll be so busy that first year, everyone will have to come visit us."
Second: "Cool! The kid is portable. Let's travel, dear."

On Maternity Clothes:
First: "I'm 6 weeks and already starting to show, doncha think? I bought 20 maternity outfits just in case."
Second: "Ugh. Fat clothes. Here goes."

If you have any observations you'd like to share, I'd love to hear those, too!

So This is Love

*sigh*

I am so proud of my daughter. Yesterday she allowed me to plunge her under water 4 times at the pool. Just a week ago she was on the National Debate Team for why four year olds shouldn't put their heads in the pool. But today, she is conquering her fears.

There was some strategy to this effort. We found that by throwing a floaty toy about 10 feet away from her in the deep end that she wanted to try to swim after it. I use the term "swim" loosely... I hold her and she kicks. 

Yesterday she threatened to throw it over the deep end rope boundary. I counter-threatened to plunge her under the rope to retrieve it. She thought it would be okay and so we did. Four times.

I thought my heart would burst out of my chest; I was so proud. I had felt Morgan's fear a week ago when she couldn't put her face in the water even a little. And I felt a momma bear's fierce anger when another mother complained about her lagging progress. So when my little girl baptized her fears with bravery yesterday, I wanted to cue the Lion King "Circle of Life" music and hold her high for everyone to see. 

So this is motherhood. This is love.

Miss Said

Spoken loudly at Panera for dinner tonight. 

Morgan: "Mom, I'm cold. Look at my arms! I have nipples all over them! Do you see my nipples? My small nipples?"

Could she possibly say that word any more?

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Morgan: "Can we read that book about wasps-ps-ps?"

She can't seem to stop saying the "ps" at the end.

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Morgan: "I think they're on bacation."

Awww... still has trouble saying her v's. 

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Some friends at a picnic told me that Morgan told them this right as they were chowing down. I pretended I didn't know her.

Morgan: "My mommy is having a baby. It's going to come out from between her legs."

Lovely.

Funny Dan and Emily Story

It's time to blog about something much more exciting than pregnancy talk. These stories can probably be filed under "too much information", but sometimes the midwest needs a little TMI to rattle its cornfed modesty. *wink*

To Kiss or Not to Kiss (No kissing is described in this post. Silly reader.)

When Dan and I were newly dating, there was that awkward "when to kiss goodnight" stage. I can't even remember if we had had "the talk" about our relationship yet, but I remember the night when we were talking on my front porch for, like, an hour. Or two. A long time.

The weather was getting cool in Maryland: Dan was wearing a plaid flannel shirt. It must have been around December because for some reason there were small pine tree clippings sitting beside the front porch... probably from a wreath or Christmas tree.

In any event, the awkward moment came when we had to say goodnight. 

I was crazy about Dan but not ready for the kissing and not sure if he was either. In a moment of sheer genius, I decided to pick up some of the pine clippings and tuck them in Dan's shirt pocket. (I know: huh?) The idea, gentle reader, was that I was trying to gently push him away whilst filling his pocket with, um, evergreen. In retrospect, it was just plain strange.

I didn't know if he got the idea that I was pushing him away or not, so I continued this process of adding a spring of fragrance to his shirt pocket while thinking that I was pushing him away.

I was so suave.

After several minutes of  decorating poor Dan, his shirt pocket was bursting forth with a mini Christmas tree all its own. It was enormously evergreen.

Dan's only parting gift that evening was a pocket full of Christmas. For some reason I thought my plan, well, worked.

Years later, Dan confessed to me that he thought I was flirting with him and wanted to be kissed as a RESULT of the evergreen pocket filling. 

Daily Bread

They say that it takes 21 days for a behavior to become a  habit. 

If that's the case, there are several behaviors I have had to learn in this pregnancy that I wouldn't mind keeping:

1. Being flexible.

Each day, I never know what the day holds as far as health and energy. Plans change a lot. I'm learning to simplify, keep life flexible and not get wrapped around the axle when I have to cancel plans. 

2. Possibly disappointing people. 

I'm learning to let people be disappointed by my lessened involvement in their life. I've had the "luxury" of having one child and being pretty flexible with my schedule. But life is changing a lot. I'm learning to let people have faith in our friendship, have faith that I still love them and, more importantly, have faith in God's perfect love for them. This is especially difficult when I have to disappoint Morgan, who I love so very much. But sometimes I have to be sick all day while she is unhappy with my lack of involvement. 

3. Listening to my emotional and bodily signals.

Um, no, I'm not talking about bodily functions. When my body is tired, I try to listen to it, even if it's the ridiculous hour of 9am and I'm exhausted. Raising a child is energy-expending work and so is growing one. 

And when my mind says, "You should be planning a nursery and preparing for the days ahead" but my emotions say, "No, thanks... I'm not ready," I'm learning to not feel guilty about my emotional timing. There's probably a good reason and no use forcing the issue.

It's a funny time of life--learning to downscale on so many levels-- but the lessons are really good.

"F" is for "Flutters"

Today I felt honest-to-goodness baby flutters. So amazing.

Here's how it happened: I ate a sandwich and went right to bed for a rest. I like to hug my Snoogle pillow tightly against my stomach when I rest. So between the eaten sandwich and the Snoogle pillow hug, the baby was squished and let me know it. I lay still in amazement, feeling it flutter around my abdomen.

I never felt flutters with Morgan, so this was particularly exciting. I think the baby was trying to say "I'm sorry" for making yesterday so barf-tastic. Thankfully, today was less so.

Morganisms

Morgan mutters to herself: "Oh, I keep mixing up letters and numbers."

Morgan: "Mom, is there an 'M' on the clock?"

Emily: "Um, no. Why do you ask?"

Morgan: "Well I have a '7' and a '0'... what else is on a clock?"

Emily: "How about the number '5'?"

Morgan: "Great." She hands me a piece of paper. "Here is when you can get up tomorrow morning."

The paper said "507".

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Morgan: "Mom, I think you should have LOTS of babies. Not just this one."

*groan*

Emily: "Why is that?"

Morgan: "Well, simply put..." and then she proceeded to talk about how wonderful babies were and tangented off into another story.

It was all but "simply put". :)

Psalm 23 for Me

I'm almost 17 weeks, so it really surprised me yesterday to spend the day very, very sick. To tell you the truth, I was a little ticked that I felt that ill at this stage. So there was crying and anger and tiredness and frustration. I miss my health and my family.

The day felt totally overwhelming before it really began, but I received some great care:

I'm so thankful for Debbie's help. She took great care of Morgan all morning.

And when Debbie had to leave at 2, Morgan played with one of her Little P*nies (yes, she won one for her swimming efforts!) She must have played quietly by herself for 2 or 3 hours. This is unusual for her and I was so thankful.

Thank you, God, for Debbie's help. Thank you for Morgan's ability to play quietly by herself yesterday. Thank you for my kind and gracious husband.

And God, if you see fit, it sure would be nice to have a more gentle rhythm of health so I can be with them more.

Psalm 23 parts from the Message

God, my shepherd!

I don't need a thing.

You have bedded me down in lush meadown,

You find me quiet pools to drink from.

True to Your word,

You let me catch my breath...

Strange Days

This is such a funny time of life. As if I was ever really in control in the first place, I have to make plans that go something like this:

"Sounds like fun! I'll try to make it."

Each morning I consult my gastrointestinal intruder to see if this will be a bed day or an "on my feet" day. 

I don't like to be inconsistent or not reliable. It's funny to be in church or at a friend's function one week and then be totally bedridden the next time. I feel like I'm dissing my friends with some lame excuse about being sick, esp. when I can make one function early in the day but not another later in the day. This is one strange pregnancy. 

I'm off to bed now. This precious little one is taking its time growing. 

A Mother's Thoughts

And so it begins.

Today one mother in Morgan's new swim class was letting the teacher know that my daughter was holding her son back from learning. Ugh. I wasn't there but apparently it wasn't done with tact.

My daughter was enrolled in the lowest level swim class available. 

Her son had two more levels of advanced placement swim classes available. But she didn't want those.

In God's providence, I was sick this morning and Debbie, my angelic helper, had to take Morgan to class. Debbie even got in the pool with Morgan and helped the teacher by freeing up his time with other students.

But the other mother still complained.

If this mother complained about me, I'd be able to take it. But when she talked about my daughter as a burden, the momma bear in me wanted to do terrible, terrible things to this woman. I even practiced a mean speech in front of my bathroom mirror. I did. How dare she speak disparagingly about my daughter that way. I'm still seething.

But then this: God gave his own son to be insulted and ultimately killed by the world. He loved his enemies.

God, give me grace to love those who hurt me, but much more to those who hurt my child. I'm going to need it. At the same time, give me wisdom with how to protect and grow my child in this competitive world. Protect, but not coddle. 

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Addendum: I did end up signing Morgan up for a more private swim class where she'll receive much more gentle attention.

Besides, my daughter, who was afraid to stick her head in the water yesterday, blew nose bubbles in the water today! Good job, Morgan. You're brave. 

Seriously? Seriously? This is What Polltakers do?

Headline Today: Poll: Obama leads McCain among people who don't have pets.

Goggles

Morgan started swim lessons yesterday. By the look of the photo above, you'd think they went well.

Au contraire.

I could try to find SOME silver lining in the half hour of wet education that she had, but the truth is that she did. Not. Like. It.

My daughter doesn't like getting shampoos so it shouldn't surprise me that when the instructor started the class with, "Okay, everybody put your whole head underwater" there was bound to be some rebellion.

To her credit, she did manage to take up about 20 of the 30 minute class negotiating with the instructor telling him that she was "too little" to be doing this and "didn't want to". I was immensely proud when I witnessed my child slinking--and that's no exaggeration-- slinking quietly out of the pool hoping that he wouldn't notice that his class of 4 had diminished to 3 students.

Fortunately for Morgan, Dan used to teach swim in high school so he spent 45 minutes with her last night at the pool getting her to laugh less nervously around the water. He has the patience of Job, I swear. (Have I mentioned that I LOVE this man?)

I forgot to mention something I did that borders on cruel. After swim lessons, I took Morgan to Toys *R Us to pick out a My Little P*ny toy. The cruel part is that I didn't buy it. I let her CHOOSE it and told her that when she can blow bubbles with her nose under water then we'll rush right over and purchase them.

To my credit, *ahem*, she knocked on my bedroom door this morning and pronounced, "I want those ponies, Mom!" My evil plan was beginning to take effect.

Now I rarely do this, but I'm asking for advice: How do I get Morgan to take the plunge?

Fourth Fun

We spent the morning of the 4th with our super friends, Steph and Piet, at the parade. That cutie on the left is Annelise. We love these people!

Annelise is exactly 2 years younger than Morgan. She spent most of the morning exalting, "We're Muricans!" and "toasting" flags with me. I laughed at her way of saying "Americans".

Um, okay, I'm not proud of this photo of me with pregnancy face but who cares... This is Morgan and her Momma with our LIGHTSTICKS!!! We love lightsticks.

And Morgan and Daddy with lightsticks, too. Right before fireworks. Ah, summer.

What's That Smell?

Earlier this week my husband and I noticed a strange smell coming from Morgan's room. At first it was just irritating and we thought it might be a smelly sock. 

Or 20 smelly socks. 

But then it got downright toxic and we had her sleep in another room. We considered calling Nicor Gas to see if there was a leak. But the smell was isolated to her room; we banished the idea that gas smell chose to stay to a 4 year old's domicile. 

I was about to send Dan up to the attic to see if a bird decided to take it's life in the rafters above Morgan's ceiling. It was kind of far fetched but desperate times call for crazy-headed madness. Besides, we just closed up the 13 entrances in the roof that the birds had been using as revolving doors to our attic. (Recall my earlier post on contractors.) Revenge was in the air.

Fast forward to last night. After a whole day of airing out said child's room, the smell was intolerable. Morgan fessed up: "It's in my closet." 

Before her bedtime, Dan found a baby doll bathtub in her closet filled with some stagnant water and toilet tissue. Mommy Morgan had apparently been up to her maternal duties. The water was in the pre-mildew stage, but man was it awful. 

We quickly cleaned up what we could of the situation at that late hour and attempted to watch a movie in our bedroom. 

Morgan fussed to Dan that she needed the little sink to her kitchen set before she went to bed and for some reason he complied and got it from downstairs. When you're that tired, you just assume that little kids have strange security issues about their possessions.

We should've known better.

Within the next 10 minutes, Morgan must have made 10 trips to the bathroom. And no toilet was flushing. My Mommy radar was up, "Dan, I bet that child of ours is filling up that play sink with water."

I am so smart. 

I walked into her room to find our happy little domesticator washing dishes. Instead of sleeping.

I was less sympathetic to her domestic cause and put on my "Mommy ain't happy" face. 

We put a strict "no water in the bedroom" rule in effect immediately and all but tied our 4 year old to her mattress.

Sleep came strongly that night.

To the AP

Dear Associated Pr*ess,

When I read the headlines of the day, I feel compelled to go back to bed. 

I know that precious lives have been lost and terrible things are happening in the world. I'm not one of those "rose colored glasses" sort of people.

But do 90% of the headlines have to be negative? Hurtful? Hopeless?

I know that there are some good things happening, too. Redemptive-type things. 

So I'm going to happynews.com where I can read about the Chinese unborn baby and mother who survived the earthquake. *sigh* Isn't she amazingly beautiful? 

I know you have a civic-ish duty to give us the scoop on the world, but if you give a more balanced view of the redemption, the beauty and the joy as well as the sorrow, it would be appreciated.

Sincerely, The World

Resident Artist

A drawing of a Mommy, a baby and a big sister. 

A drawing of some really groovy birds. I love how the red and green ones look like they're dancing.

This is a picture of me. Apparently I'm bell shaped. 

And this one (insert laughter here) is Dumbo. 

I mean Dan. 

His shirt says "Google" on it according to Morgan.

Sounds of Music

I took a page out of my friend Sarah's book to write this one:

Screaming: "Debbie's here! Debbie's here!" Morgan is relieved that Debbie came on Tuesday to take her to see friends. Sick mommies are no fun, but Debbies are lots of fun.

Delirious Laughter: Upon hearing that our dryer is on the fritz and the washer has a full load of wet clothes. Can you believe it?

*sigh* of Relief: Upon waking up this morning without the headache and severe nausea I've had for two days. Thank you, God.

Giggling: Having Dan come into our room at 5am to have an early morning date: We watched Arrested Development. He still smells like onions to me, so he watches the show on the floor while I'm in bed. Still, a really fun date. I miss this guy. (He sleeps downstairs for now until my nausea subsides.)

Dumbfounded Silence: Upon ordering a bagel in the Dunkin Donuts drive thru and hearing a strange story from the employee. I told him I had a pregnancy craving for Sesame bagels. In an effort to relate to my pregnancy story, he told me that his girlfriend just had a baby. After he left her. But he's still on good terms with his ex (and child?) What would you say? I said, "Thank you for the bagel."

That low "hmmm" smile/sound mothers make when their child does something right: Every time Morgan prays. Or shares. Or draws a funny picture.

Gasp: Watching this video of my friends' son Alex. You've got a baseball scholarship coming your way, Marc and Sar!