Friday, December 2, 2011
It's nothing personal - I've just decided that I'm not sending them out this year for the following reasons:
1. Most of the people who would get one are already my friend on Facebook. You've seen a quasi-recent photo of my family so it doesn't make sense for me to get photo cards printed. Any decent photos of us have probably already been posted to good ol' FB, so I have no new material to offer you guys.
2. I am too lazy to do hand written cards. Sad, but true.
3. I've decided to take the money that I could have spent on sending out Christmas cards and to put it to better use. Which is where you come in.
Instead of spending $50 to buy cards and stamps, I'm going to offer you a generic Merry Christmas via my blog and donate the money to World Vision. Since you've been cheated out of a card from our family, you get to vote on where the money goes. Here are your choices:
1. Fast growing, drought resistant seeds for 2 families. This will enable a family to grow and harvest foods like cabbage, green beans, maize, peas, rice, etc.
2. Four Chickens - This provides eggs for the family to eat and extra eggs to sell.
3. Mosquito nets to protect children in Africa from malaria. Because mosquitoes suck.
4. Emergency food for children in Africa.
I'll also allow a write-in vote if you know of a ministry/organization that's in need.
Cast your ballot in the comments section. I'll let you know which received the most votes in a couple of weeks! And have a Happy New Year.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
An hour later, after stopping for a celebratory no c-section Baja Fresh burrito, I brought the ultrasound pics home to show my mother-in-law who was watching the kids. She took one look at them and said, "This one looks just like Lou!" Apparently there is some type of artifact (maybe the umbilical cord or something) right around the mouth which makes the kid look like (s)he has a goatee. It looks like my husband is growing in my uterus. Seriously. If this kid ends up being a girl, she might not appreciate this ultrasound picture when she's a teenager. So, without further ado, I present baby #3...
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Micah is always happy if you give him a soft pretzel.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
We know a little something about malfunctioning digestive systems in our house. Lou was diagnosed with Crohn's disease in his early 20s. After a successful resection of his small intestine and lots (and lots) of maintenance meds and vitamins, the disease doesn't really effect him on a daily basis. I haven't made much change to our diet, but I'm hoping to try to get our family to eat healthier at some point. (Seriously though, when I can't convince Lou that Totino's frozen pepperoni party pizza is a terrible choice for breakfast, I know that I won't have much luck eliminating most dairy, simple carbs, and processed foods. Baby steps...)
Hope this is helpful!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
I know I've been MIA for awhile, and I promise to try not to drop off the face of the earth for so long in between posts. Anyway, I have a whole bunch of stuff in store, and I thought I would start with my favorite Gabbi story from this past December.
First, I need to give props to my friend Julie Veith over at You Know You're A Mommy When... She recently posted about understanding her son's gibberish, which totally reminded me about this story. (By the way, her son and Micah are only a week apart, and for awhile they looked a lot alike. Which means her son is totally, completely adorable.)
It was early December and Christmas was coming up, so I asked Gabbi what she wanted.
"Really?!? A pencil? Do you want one like this?" I held up a number 2 pencil to show her.
"No." (As she looks at me with slanting eyes.)
I let it go for awhile. I figured that it was just one of those random things that she wanted spur of the moment. Surely she would give me a better gift idea next week.
I asked her again. I had both grandmothers ask her. The answer remained the same.
"I want a pencil for Christmas."
So, I had planned on getting her a pack of pencils. The kids are overwhelmed with gifts from their grandparents, so we keep Christmas morning pretty low key in our house. I thought I would throw in a few other art supplies for good measure, but I was pretty sure that she would be happy with the pencils. That is, until I got the Christmas wish list from Gabbi's preschool.
Her teachers asked each student what gift they would like to give baby Jesus, and what gift they would like themselves. Gabbi wanted to give Jesus some frankincense. (No surprise there, Lou had been going over the Christmas story with her since the mall had put up its Christmas display, so that had been drilled into her head for months.) And what would Gabbi like?
Barbie?!? How does she even know who Barbie is? We don't have any Barbie dolls in our house. We don't even have cable, so I know she didn't see it on a commercial. (BTW, one of the only benefits of a cable free home, other then not having to pay for cable, is that there are very, very few kids' commercials when you only have 9 channels. My kids have little to no idea what the latest toy/cereal/kid craze is.)
I was perplexed. I decided that we needed to have a little chat on the way home. It went something like this:
Me: "Gabbi, what do you want for Christmas?"
Gabbi: "A pencil."
Me: "Oh. I read on your paper from school that you wanted Barbie."
Gabbi: "Yeah, Barbie."
Me: "Do you even know who Barbie is?"
Gabbi: "Barbie is a pencil."
That's when it hit me. Not a pencil. Rapunzel. Holy smokers. She just couldn't say it correctly. Tangled had just come out and there were ads everywhere and I kept talking about how I would take her to see it. Rapunzel. I kept imagining her face on Christmas morning when she got to her "big present" and found a packet of pencils.
That would have been a shame.
Monday, April 4, 2011
"Dear Lord, I don't want to eat anything that I don't like, especially anything yucky like rice or vegetables. Amen"
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
With Miche Bags, you can literally change the entire look of your purse in seconds, and the shells are compact and easy to store. Best of all, there is no annoying process of having to switch all of the contents of your purse into another bag.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Not exactly around the corner.
This was a mixed blessing to me. Bad news for my taste buds, but good news for my hips, thighs, butt, and general abdominal area. (I'm pretty sure weekly cupcakes runs would have taken their toll.)
Monday, February 28, 2011
We've been enjoying you the past few days. We've gone outside to collect leaves and wood chips and dirt.
Finally we end the day sitting on our deck with some family fire pit time. (That's right people. Our playhouse has an awesome little deck while our real house does not. Mom thinks that this is pretty ironic, but she'll take whatever kind of deck she can get at this point.)
Please don't leave us again, Spring. Despite the mosquito that kept flying around daddy's head last night, we're ready for you to stay.
Gabbi and Micah.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Speaking of funny, this was the card I picked up for Lou for Valentine's Day.
...and it looks just like our family (minus the dog). I'm not sure if this means that we're the typical bald-dad-brunette-mom-two-child-white-bread family, or if some creeper saw a picture of us on the internet six months ago and decided to make a Hallmark card. Thoughts?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
8-ounces Colby cheese, shredded
½ cup onion, chopped
½ cup margarine, melted
½ teaspoon black pepper
½ teaspoon salt
42 ounces frozen country-style hashbrown potatoes
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Choices of the Heart
Most of you know that I have been involved with this ministry for a few years now. Check out their website here. Choices is our local non-profit crisis pregnancy center. It offers confidential guidance and support to those who face an unplanned pregnancy. This pregnancy resource center supports both women and men who are looking for assistance in any of the following areas:
- Abortion information
- Pregnancy counseling
- Pregnancy testing
- Sexuality information
- Post-abortion syndrome
- Financial assistance
- Medical referrals
- Ultrasound screenings
- STD information
Pray about what role you're going to take. And make sure you come back tomorrow because I'm going to share something that I'm super duper excited about. :-)
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Before you tell me that I really should change the name of this blog to Mediocre Mama, let me explain two things:
1. My husband is usually the one who takes them outside and plays in the snow with them. He loves pulling them on the sled and building snowmen and teaching them how to make the optimal snowball. The kids love that they get special time with Daddy. I love that I get ten minutes of alone time.
2. I have a four year old and a two year old. They have very different snow tolerances. One will play outside until frostbite sets in, while the other usually lasts about ten minutes. If I spend the 20 minutes it takes to get them bundled up and out the door, I can almost guarantee that after 15 minutes one will be crying to go in and the other will be crying to stay outside.
I had been hoping for a snow-free winter, but that hasn’t worked out so well. To make matters worse, my husband’s work hours have been extra long (he’s usually not home during the light of day), so there’s no playing outside with Daddy when he gets home from work.
During the last big snow, I had an epiphany. Instead of taking them out to the snow, I would bring the snow to them. Thus the “snow bowl” was born. I opened the back door, scooped snow into a bowl for each of them, and let them play contentedly on the kitchen floor. They played for much longer in the kitchen then they would have outside, and I got to sit with a cup of coffee and relax. I’m not sure whether this makes me a genius or just super lazy. As long as everyone is happy, does it matter?
That's right ladies. Not only do I not have to bundle them up, I don't even have to take them out of their pajamas.