Archive | November, 2009

The Power of the Tiny

29 Nov

Well I totally fell off the NaBloPoMo wagon. Why? Because my life is now being dictated to me by something that is no bigger than a lentil. While I haven’t been experiencing the full-blown morning sickness that disordered my senses and sent me into a weight plunge in the early months of my first pregnancy, I’ve instead been debating if what this teeny offspringĀ is subjecting me to isn’t perhaps worse. A nausea that doesn’t as a rule quite reach that barrelling-to-the-bathroom peak, but teeters on the precipice all day long. I kid you not, there is no reprieve from it. My only two sessions spent in prayer to the porcelain god occurred at – no joke – 2-4am.

My stomach is so confused that sometimes I can’t tell if I’m sick or hungry. It’s that bad. Then of course there’s my wonderfully nutritious diet. *derisive snort*

I eat whatever doesn’t make me feel like my stomach just got thrown into a blender, so my foods of choice have been: chocolate ice cream, peanut butter toast, wheat stix, and tea. Don’t worry, I’ve managed to choke down a meal or two, but those four items have comprised the majority of my diet for the past week or so.

When I got the postitive on my pregnancy test I made a vow to myself that I would enjoy the entirety of this pregnancy and not wish any of it away. I loved being pregnant with Silas and up until the last couple of weeks (when, let’s face it, every woman gets tired of being pregnant and just wants that baby out) I dreaded for it to end. I hoped that would be the case this time too, but I’ve got to be honest. With this persistent nausea…I just want to skip to the second trimester so it will go away.


A Letter to the Man I Love

21 Nov

(Yes, yes, I know. I should have posted this yesterday, which was his birthday but I was too busy doing other things. Like loving on him, watching a movie with him, and let’s not forget trying not to throw up.)

(Edit: The blog is showing the date of this post as the 21st…when it’s 11pm on the 20th. Guess my settings are messed up. Okay, for clarification, his birthday is the 19th!)

Dear Johnny,

Happy 28th birthday! This is the sixth birthday you’ve spent as my husband. It probably wasn’t the most exciting one either, but you seemed to enjoy it. Especially your time spent with your new Wii. šŸ˜‰

Do you remember the day we met? I do. A million coincidences collided to bring us to the same place at the same time, leading me to believe that there are no coincidences, just fate. The weather was not favorable to me driving all the way to town that cold night. You were supposed to have been out of town. But there we both were, in your parents’ church, both cajoled there by our friends. God bless our friends for their incessent nagging.

So many things should have convinced us that we weren’t meant to be together. You were adamant that you were never having childrenĀ  – I was a single mother. I was looking for stability and promises for the future – you were a free spirit who liked to fly by the seat of your pants.

Oh yeah, and I was dating your friend.

But you were there when that relationship crashed and burned. You somehow in that short period of time became one of my very best friends…and somewhere along the line stole my heart. I didn’t mind. I never want it back.

I knew I was in love with you the day that six month old James threw up all over the kitchen floor and without even telling me that he’d done it, you cleaned it up and comforted him. To me, that solidified it.

Remember when you asked me to marry you on that little bridge in the park? I’ll never forget how my heart stopped when you went down on one knee. You still make my heart stop a million times a day. It’s amazing I’m still alive, really.

Oh how things have changed. Not only did you change your mind about being childless for life, you took James and became his Daddy – and are eagerly awaiting the arrival of little Soldier #4 with just as much excitement as you did the others. You’re now a sensible hard-working man with a shaved head and no piercings…unlike the long-haired punk who proposed to me.

But I still love you as much today as I did then. Even more, if that’s possible. You still turn my knees to mush and give me chills.

I guess some things never change.

I love you forever and always, til the stars fall from the sky.


OLD picture of Johnny and our little Hippies!

(NeverĀ  mind the red eye in this picture…I was still getting used to our new camera!)

Something New on the Horizon…

17 Nov


13 Nov

Oh yes...he does this ALL the time

We have a little tent/playhouse thing set up in our family room that Johnny’s parents gave the kids a couple years ago for Christmas. Lately when Silas feels frustrated with his brother, he goes downstairs (alone) and hides out in the tent.

And promptly falls asleep.

Why can’t every child be this angelic?

Okay I Lied

12 Nov

I know I promised a better blog post today, but it’s been one of those days. Hayden didn’t have school today. Instead he decided to spend his day picking fights with his little brother. His little brother spent the day retaliating with his fists. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone through the “we don’t hit people” lecture…

So by the time I put them to bed I was too wiped to sit and think of anything clever to write and entertain you good people with.

I’m sorry. šŸ˜¦

The Blog Post that Wasn’t

11 Nov

Today was Johnny’s day off, so blogging wasn’t high on the priority list. What was?

– sleeping late
– making dinner
– playing with the kids
– watching a movie

More to read tomorrow, I promise!

The Spaghetti Incident

9 Nov

I love to try other people’s recipes and change them to my taste, but I’ve never been much of a person to go and “invent” a recipe. I usually have a solid base to start on before I start getting creative.

Spaghetti? I’ve always bought jars of sauce and just added some meat to them. Easy, quick, and everyone likes it.

Today I got adventurous.Ā  I decided to make spaghetti sauce from scratch. I won’t share the recipe yet, as it still needs some tweaking…


Sauce from Scratch!!!

but I think it turned out pretty darn well, and so does my army.