Today my friend Ann watched Morgan while Dan and I went to the fertility doc. We didn't tell Morgan where we were going except to say that we were going to see a doctor. She asked why and we just told her that it was a personal reason, but that we were okay.
Ann told me that while Morgan was there she prayed at lunch that "her mommy would get a baby in her tummy". Later, she explained to Ann that "My mommy doesn't have a baby in her tummy and that makes her sad. But I can be a baby and then I'm going back into my mommy's tummy to make her happy again."
This is so weird. I don't go around the house moping and talking about babies. She's a very sensitive little girl apparently. And this may explain why she's been acting like a baby lately. Thanks for the story, Ann!
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Craigslist.com
My friend Stephanie introduced to me this new terrible addiction: Craigslist.com. Think "yard sale" on the web. For the most part, it's local pickup. It's similar to ebay only in that you can buy things on the web that others don't want anymore. But it's better than ebay in some aspects:
1. It's generally cheaper.
2. It isn't an auction site (good and bad... you have to pick up your item quickly or else someone else may get it).
So today I had a friend help me pick up a bulletin board which I wanted for my office. It's huge. The dimensions are roughly 48" x 72". I'm going to hang it up on my wall and call it my "wall of happiness". I'm planning on putting photos and images on it that remind me to be happy, grateful or, by jeeves, to stop getting wrapped around the axles of life.
And here's the uber cool part: the board was $10. A new one in the store costs about $100. Isn't if fun getting a deal of something you need? (Dan would say "want", but that's just semantics.)
And today, for a small cost I also bought a 27" TV and DVD/VHS player. It's going in our bedroom. Apparently I have a tendency to fall asleep during movies so this way we can be in bed while Dan finishes his show. How's THAT for a date night! :)
So try it out. It's fun and easy.
1. It's generally cheaper.
2. It isn't an auction site (good and bad... you have to pick up your item quickly or else someone else may get it).
So today I had a friend help me pick up a bulletin board which I wanted for my office. It's huge. The dimensions are roughly 48" x 72". I'm going to hang it up on my wall and call it my "wall of happiness". I'm planning on putting photos and images on it that remind me to be happy, grateful or, by jeeves, to stop getting wrapped around the axles of life.
And here's the uber cool part: the board was $10. A new one in the store costs about $100. Isn't if fun getting a deal of something you need? (Dan would say "want", but that's just semantics.)
And today, for a small cost I also bought a 27" TV and DVD/VHS player. It's going in our bedroom. Apparently I have a tendency to fall asleep during movies so this way we can be in bed while Dan finishes his show. How's THAT for a date night! :)
So try it out. It's fun and easy.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Book Addiction?
I'd like to show a few "naughty" photos I took in Maryland. The first is my parents reading room. They call it the "Quiet Room". The books here are relatively tame.
The next image is of a collage sampling my mother's books. These are just the cookbooks. Mom, I love you... and there is therapy for your condition. :) Aw, shucks. I shouldn't complain. She's a great cook! (As always, click on the image to see it larger.)
The next image is of a collage sampling my mother's books. These are just the cookbooks. Mom, I love you... and there is therapy for your condition. :) Aw, shucks. I shouldn't complain. She's a great cook! (As always, click on the image to see it larger.)
Water Memories
Today I sat in traffic next to a noisy monster truck. I lack the car speak to describe its appearance except to say that its tires were nearly the height of my car. And unless the driver owned a small crane, he would have to pole vault to the drivers seat. Generally speaking, the sight of such trucks does not appeal to me. But today was different.
When the engine in this truck revved for the green light, it made a low guttural noise. The sound transported me to my Dad's boat on the Chesapeake Bay where we would occasionally spend the summer. When my father would turn the boat key in the ignition, the same low guttural noise would gurgle in the water. There would be a brief smell of gasoline and some smoke as the water lapped gently on the sides of the boat before we took off.
My father's boat was nothing fancy. His only qualifications for a boat, to my recollection, involved holding 8 people and being able to tow a tube. His first boat was really his father's, but for all intents and purposes my father babied that thing like it was his own; it was considered his.
He bought his own boat years later. It was never bought new, only used. He knew boats were for leisure and didn't need to be super fancy. Plus he had 5 mouths to feed.
I remember with fondness when he would send me to the bow of the boat as he put it in low gear. We'd troll around the Chesapeake and scoop up crabs in our nets. Some would be softshell, some hardshell. We'd throw them in a bucket and hear them click around frantically in an effort to scramble out. One time I ignorantly thought I should "help" a baby crab which was in the clutches of another crab. The tiny creature promptly cut through my thumb and skittered back into the bay.
And the end of a day if we had enough crabs Dad would steam them for dinner. I never liked hearing the crabs dance around the metal pot until they succumbed to the steam. But boy were they fun to eat. We'd throw some newspaper out on the picnic table and dig in. It was a time of family bonding and learning about nature.
I really miss the smell of salt water and the sound of gently lapping waves. But sometimes on quiet, gentle windy nights the prairie preserve behind my house blows gently and reminds me that home is not too far.
When the engine in this truck revved for the green light, it made a low guttural noise. The sound transported me to my Dad's boat on the Chesapeake Bay where we would occasionally spend the summer. When my father would turn the boat key in the ignition, the same low guttural noise would gurgle in the water. There would be a brief smell of gasoline and some smoke as the water lapped gently on the sides of the boat before we took off.
My father's boat was nothing fancy. His only qualifications for a boat, to my recollection, involved holding 8 people and being able to tow a tube. His first boat was really his father's, but for all intents and purposes my father babied that thing like it was his own; it was considered his.
He bought his own boat years later. It was never bought new, only used. He knew boats were for leisure and didn't need to be super fancy. Plus he had 5 mouths to feed.
I remember with fondness when he would send me to the bow of the boat as he put it in low gear. We'd troll around the Chesapeake and scoop up crabs in our nets. Some would be softshell, some hardshell. We'd throw them in a bucket and hear them click around frantically in an effort to scramble out. One time I ignorantly thought I should "help" a baby crab which was in the clutches of another crab. The tiny creature promptly cut through my thumb and skittered back into the bay.
And the end of a day if we had enough crabs Dad would steam them for dinner. I never liked hearing the crabs dance around the metal pot until they succumbed to the steam. But boy were they fun to eat. We'd throw some newspaper out on the picnic table and dig in. It was a time of family bonding and learning about nature.
I really miss the smell of salt water and the sound of gently lapping waves. But sometimes on quiet, gentle windy nights the prairie preserve behind my house blows gently and reminds me that home is not too far.
Marriage
I made the mistake of reading a book which encouraged families to make traditions of their own. Realizing that I usually take the reins in this realm, I asked Dan if he'd like to make any traditions for 4th of July. Surprisingly, he took to the idea quickly.
We are now the proud new owners of fireworks.
He assures me that he grew up with these. I am trying to remain open-minded while taking precautions. I do recall being allow to play with some sparklers when I visited my grandparents in Pennsylvania as a child. I was scared of them which made the boys laugh. I hope Morgan exhibits similar behavior.
Then, in an effort to "interact" more in our marriage, I asked him to come up with some way that we could spend time together that did not involve the television. So he taught me poker last night. It was fun. I donned a doe-eyed expression throughout the evening to show my utter inexperience of the game. I think I'll use that as my poker face from now on. I nearly wiped all his chips out and then began betting much more riskily and less intelligently. In the end he won. Maybe I let him. :)
We are now the proud new owners of fireworks.
He assures me that he grew up with these. I am trying to remain open-minded while taking precautions. I do recall being allow to play with some sparklers when I visited my grandparents in Pennsylvania as a child. I was scared of them which made the boys laugh. I hope Morgan exhibits similar behavior.
Then, in an effort to "interact" more in our marriage, I asked him to come up with some way that we could spend time together that did not involve the television. So he taught me poker last night. It was fun. I donned a doe-eyed expression throughout the evening to show my utter inexperience of the game. I think I'll use that as my poker face from now on. I nearly wiped all his chips out and then began betting much more riskily and less intelligently. In the end he won. Maybe I let him. :)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Home Sweet Home Survey
I have another survey question. I enjoyed reading people's responses so much to the last survey that I thought I'd throw another one out there. I know a lot of you are off on vacation this week, but maybe when you return you can post a thought.
My question is: What do you do to make your house feel like "home sweet home"? It could be about food, your pet, traditions, etc. Whatever you want.
My answer: Even though my house still is not very organized, I really enjoying lighting candles on a clean dinner table every night and playing music in the living room. It makes me feel like there is some peace in the house.
My question is: What do you do to make your house feel like "home sweet home"? It could be about food, your pet, traditions, etc. Whatever you want.
My answer: Even though my house still is not very organized, I really enjoying lighting candles on a clean dinner table every night and playing music in the living room. It makes me feel like there is some peace in the house.
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