12.09.2009

Me @ 32

I turned 32 this past Sunday. The day was great. I rang in the day early with some pinot grigio. Slept off wine-induced headache while husband got up with Greta. Woke up and was greeted by "Happy Birthday" serenades from Eric, holding Greta -- and a plate of a delicious slice of carrot cake. We watched Greta unload her St. Nick's goodies from her stocking. St. Nick brought her the Little People nativity set. Greta chucked the angel and Baby Jesus three feet and dug for the Twinkies instead. I opened presents from Eric and Greta -- a new photo printer that I'd been eyeing for a couple months! I later napped. Then we went to Kimmswick's Christmas Festival, where Greta met Santa for the first time. She didn't like him. We later went to dinner. The day was good.

And here's a gross picture of me. Why do I dare post such a thing, you ask? Who would put such a photo on their blog and ADMIT to looking like that? Me. This is me, shortly after waking up on my 32nd birthday. I'd drank a bottle and a half of wine the evening before, stayed up until 3 a.m. and was a little, um, tired. I'm holding a little Hallmark washing machine Christmas ornament. Each year, I buy an ornament that represents our life that past year. And this washing machine -- SO MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. I do a load or two of laundry a day. Really. I don't know what people with big families do. Wear dirty underwear?


So. I am always writing about Greta and where she's at in the stage of her life, so I thought I'd write about me a bit. I think it will be interesting to look back on in a couple years. There are things I'm proud of; things I'd like to change; things that are what they are...

I:

  • recently declared pizza as my favorite food.


  • drink way too much diet Dr. Pepper and not enough water.


  • am contemplating having braces put on my teeth again because they're crooked.


  • have yet to officially side with one political party over the other.


  • voted Democrat in the last election but secretly kinda liked Sarah Palin after watching her go rogue on Oprah.


  • hate unloading the dishwasher and putting away laundry.


  • clean my own house but would love to have a cleaning person. Or a personal assistant.


  • used to take a bath every day but now shower instead.


  • "fight" with my husband over who showers last because the last person has to squee-gee the shower.


  • brush my teeth in the shower. (Is that weird?)


  • often think of high school friends that I haven't seen in forever.


  • drive a Honda CRV. It's black.


  • keep a clean car.


  • wish I knew how to play the violin.


  • am not grossed out by my child's poop or boogers.


  • like hot wings.


  • am not a fan of the taste of beer.


  • recently became certified in First Aid and CPR.


  • got two speeding tickets this past year.


  • still love a good handwritten, heartfelt note.


  • am obsessed with crossword puzzles.


  • use Dove bar soap.


  • hate sitting still to have my nails done but still have acrylic nails because I like manicured hands and think polish stays on acrylic longer than on my real nails.


  • would love to afford everything at Restoration Hardware. Silver Sage makes me happy.


  • wish my house were smaller.


  • love my black Lab, Payton.


  • pray to God but never go to church.


  • cuss too much.


  • really want to become a better photographer.


  • want to learn more about investments.


  • wish I had more money.


  • wish I liked to run/jog.


  • stay up too late at night.


  • am not a morning person.


  • wish my hair was thicker.


  • wish I had prettier skin and not so many adult blemishes.


  • hate shopping.


  • am not into jewelry.


  • love monogrammed and personalized things.


  • don't work out but need to.


  • am overweight.


  • don't smoke.


  • drink rarely.


  • like white wine even though I'm fully aware that reds are so much more... sophisticated. ;-)


  • would like to get blepharoplasty on my eyelids.


  • love naps.


  • think sleep fixes most everything.


  • would seriously consider a minivan for my next vehicle purchase.


  • enjoy going to the movies all by myself.


  • have breastfed for 15 months. (Pumped for two!)


  • enjoy people watching.


  • no longer tan in a tanning bed and have grown to like my pale skin.


  • sometimes worry about too many things and often worry about things that are beyond my control.


  • like to cook and am having fun experimenting and getting better at it.


  • am the type of friend I'd like to have.


  • am loyal.


  • am honest.


  • am trustworthy.


  • am real.


  • collect coupons and save abot $20-$30 on an average shopping trip to Target or the supermarket.


  • love my husband even though he is snoring loudly on the couch as I write this.
  • like country music.
  • watch Glee, The Office and Ellen. Not regularly though. I don't like watching TV. Weird, I know.


  • have a masters degree but still don't know what my ideal career is.


  • could scrapbook every day of my life and still not be done telling my story. I have so many to tell, I feel.


  • feel fortunate to have friends who love me for me although I hate that it took me 30 years to get them. I guess that's just life though.


  • feel like I was made to be a mother.


  • constantly strive to be a better person.


  • love to make lists.


  • am happy.



11.27.2009

Scrapped

Here are some recent layouts I did. The first few aren't my favorites. I used a "Six Minute" kit I'd purchased at Wal-mart. The paper is flimsy, and the overall quality is average, but whatever. It's nice to just get some stuff done and feel like I've accomplished something.


My apologies, too, for the awful quality of the images. I use a point & shoot and hate it hate it hate it. I'm hoping to purchase a super nice camera after the holidays. (Any suggestions, anyone, on make/model, etc.?)



Happy Thanksgiving


Greta Laine's 2nd Thanksgiving
Here she is, hanging out with her Uncle Jason & cousin Jaimee.
She didn't eat much of the Thanksgiving dinner,
except for the cookies I decorated to look like turkeys.
Oh well, more for us!

What Mamas Get Excited About

I had Greta's Bum Geniuses converted from velcro closures to snap closures. I found this fabulous girl on Diaper Swappers, and she did an amazing job. No more velcro-snagging. Yay!



11.26.2009

I Couldn't Ask For More

It's Thanksgiving, mid-day. I slept in this morning, watched the Macy's parade, took a nap, lazed with Eric & Greta in bed, took a long hot shower -- and even had time to shave my legs! What more could a girl want?!

It's been a great morning, but even more so, it's been a great life. My cup runneth over in so many ways. Today -- and always -- I am thankful for so many things:


for this handsome feller...
who tolerates my cranky times along with the good...
who provides for us in so many ways...


for an awesome husband who is:
forgiving
giving
compassionate
loving
understanding
my one and only.


for this sweet little pumpkin
who makes me realize I never had so much love in my heart
& helps me see that there can be beauty in every day,
in the simplest of things.


for this dog
who keeps the floor clean from baby-thrown food
& reminds me to remember that love is always unconditional.
Always.


for my two favorite people in the world,
who made me a mother.


for this little family:
the hard moments, the tired moments, the cranky moments,
the funny moments, the silly moments, the beautiful moments.
For all of life's journeys.

I am blessed.

11.23.2009

Fun Family Times

At the close of most weekends, I'm usually reluctant to start the next week. I've never been a fan of Mondays. This weekend, Eric and I spent some quality time together and with Greta, and it was so nice. Friday night we went to the Macy's Festival of Lights. We loved seeing Greta check out the sights and sounds of the fireworks colorfully exploding in the sky above our heads. She seemed to enjoy checking out all the people, and she was especially fond of the candy counter at Macy's. The girl is mine.

While I cropped all weekend, Greta and Daddy had some time to themselves. Eric took Greta to the park, and he said her favorite thing was swinging! She's got a big grin on her face in all the photos taken while she was swinging. She loves it!

Sunday, we walked through Tilles Park and checked out the Winter Wonderland lights display. Greta didn't seem quite sure what to think, but she seemed to enjoy it. I can only imagine how hard it is for a 16 month-old to "get" what all this Christmas hub-bub is about! All the pretty lights! And the fun songs mama sings to her in the car.

I had a great time enjoying my little family this past weekend, and I think it's just what I needed. I didn't feel stressed at the end of the weekend. I felt we took the much-needed time to recharge and reconnect. I'm thankful for many things, but right now, I'm especially thankful for the rare time I got to spend with Eric and Greta doing family stuff that families do.



11.15.2009

Weekend

It's Sunday night, and it's drizzly and yucky outside here. That's November weather in St. Louis -- 70 degrees and sunny one day and cold and wet the next. Bleh. While I'm not all too thrilled with the quickness of the weekend, or for November, for that matter, I must remember the things I AM thrilled about. This weekend in particular I feel blessed...

Helped a friend with her baby registry at Babies 'R Us. Feeling SO THANKFUL that I never have to enter that store as a first-time parent EVER. AGAIN. I hate that place.

Had coffee with a friend and discussed that maybe we're getting old because we now like getting up early like old people do? Reading the newspaper, watching the news on TV -- that's what we like. And so do old people. Thankful for open-minded friends, hot tasty oatmeal, and Companion bread.

Had cousins over for dinner. Thankful for a husband who rocks at making spaghetti and meatballs, but even moreso thankful for that same husband who let me get TWO TWO-HOUR naps this weekend. Priceless. Thankful for the cousins who are more like friends who brought over a tasty Federhofer's cake to share. YUM.

Thankful for a little me-time but thankful to get back in the swing of things and play with the little girl who currently refuses most foods and only nurses and eats American process cheese. And cake. Or brownies.

Thankful for the world's sweetest dog who doesn't like to listen to me when she's fleeing the front yard and I'm yelling, white trash-style PAYTON, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. But she loves to snuggle, and she sure is soft.

Thankful for Eric's family who have always treated me like their own. They know I'm quirky and sometimes obsessively crazy, but they love me just the same. Or at  least they do a really good job of acting like they do, and hey, I'll take what I can get.

All in all, the weekend was dandy. Unfortunately, weekends, like all good things, must come to an end. And while Mondays aren't my favorite of days, they're inevitable, and a Monday as tomorrow is better than no tomorrow at all, right? That's what I'm telling myself.

11.11.2009

Broken Glass


There's a three-inch chunk of glass sitting on the window sill above my kitchen sink. It's sharp and jagged and could really hurt someone badly. I put it there earlier today after Greta handed it to me. Yes, after my 16 month-old daughter handed it to me. That's what I said.

I went upstairs to grab Henry from his morning nap, and I left Greta downstairs. Momentarily. 



We babyproofed our house the best we knew how, so we thought. As I was getting Henry, I heard glass shattering. I left Henry in his playpen and shot downstairs so fast (but it seemed so slow motion at the time). There was Greta with the piece of glass in her little hand.


No blood. 
No cuts.


Holy shit, my heart stopped beating, I think.
She was okay.


I had left my glass of soda on the kitchen desk. Somehow, she reached it and knocked it over. There was glass all over the kitchen floor. Big pieces and small chards. EVERY where.


Prior to this "incident," I had high hopes to spend the afternoon outside to enjoy the sun. Instead, I spent the afternoon sweeping and vacuuming and sweeping again and vacuuming again. And wiping and mopping. The babies stayed in playpens while I frantically cleaned. They didn't complain (much!), and neither did I. Sure, I wanted to be outside breathing in fresh Autumn air, but at the moment, I was glad to be cleaning up a mess instead of having Greta's hand stitched at the local Urgent Care. I meticulously cleaned the floor. Meanwhile, I praised God and anyone else who could hear my thoughts. What a close call. I can't stop thinking about it.


I'm the type of person who thinks of all the what-ifs; I've crawled on the floor myself, just to get down on Greta's level to see the world from her perspective. I've locked cabinets and gated stairs and guarded windows. I'm not saying I'm perfect, because I'm not. It's just that -- well -- this is my first real scary incident where I've been forced to realize that as much as I can try, I can't always protect Greta. I don't like feeling helpless. And I keep playing in my mind, how bad it could have been. I'm trying to not lecture myself or beat myself up mentally, but it's hard not to. 
There's a three-inch chunk of glass sitting on the window sill above my kitchen sink. 


And I'm not sure when I'll throw it away. I might just keep it there for the month as a reminder. So blessed. So thankful. So grateful. So relieved. It could have been so worse. She didn't have a scratch or cut on her. I can't stop saying THANK YOU, GOD.

11.10.2009

Dominic

I used to be a two-page-layout-ONLY scrapper. I don't know if it's because I didn't know any different or if I was just afraid to break outside the box. Lately, I've been loving doing more mini-albums and smaller projects. Below is a name album that I made for my friend Brianna's little boy, Dominic.