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Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
5/22/08
Wow, I haven't posted in a while. I need to catch up with my blog and with everyone else's. Ethan is doing great. He will be 11 months old next week. Wow!! We have had a busy couple of weeks. Ethan has been dancing a lot - every time music comes on. It is the cutest thing to watch. He will just bounce. His little bum and legs look so cute from behind.
Last week, on about 5/13/08, Ethan stood up on his own. He didn't use anything to pull up on. He did it once and then a few more times the next day.
Kim and Eli came over on Tuesday. We had the best time watching a bulldozer and dump truck work in the neighborhood. The boys were entranced with them. They both love trucks so much. We also went to the park and Kim and I took Eli down the slide. The last time I took Ethan down the big slide, he got scared, so I will wait awhile on that one again.
I have decided for Ethan's first birthday party that I am going to have a car or truck theme. Ethan loves wheels. He will scoot anything across the floor and make vroom sounds. I have no idea how he got this fascination with cars. He is his own person!
I have had to work a lot this week. I sure have missed Ethan. Wanda was here with him today and she tickled him so much that he was laughing with no sound coming out. I was cracking up watching it.
What Ethan loves today: Dancing, throwing his food on the floor, ignoring me when I say "no" and laughing at me, being held - A LOT, his pi-pi, giving me sugar (he just giggles when he does this), hanging out at Don & Gwen's and scooting their chairs all over the driveway, the box house Don made, scooting any furniture across the floor, playing outside, clapping his hands, handing me food that is on his tray and then taking it back. Um, that's about all for now.
Thanks everyone for your sweet comments on my Mother's Day. I was so sad. Love ya'll!
Last week, on about 5/13/08, Ethan stood up on his own. He didn't use anything to pull up on. He did it once and then a few more times the next day.
Kim and Eli came over on Tuesday. We had the best time watching a bulldozer and dump truck work in the neighborhood. The boys were entranced with them. They both love trucks so much. We also went to the park and Kim and I took Eli down the slide. The last time I took Ethan down the big slide, he got scared, so I will wait awhile on that one again.
I have decided for Ethan's first birthday party that I am going to have a car or truck theme. Ethan loves wheels. He will scoot anything across the floor and make vroom sounds. I have no idea how he got this fascination with cars. He is his own person!
I have had to work a lot this week. I sure have missed Ethan. Wanda was here with him today and she tickled him so much that he was laughing with no sound coming out. I was cracking up watching it.
What Ethan loves today: Dancing, throwing his food on the floor, ignoring me when I say "no" and laughing at me, being held - A LOT, his pi-pi, giving me sugar (he just giggles when he does this), hanging out at Don & Gwen's and scooting their chairs all over the driveway, the box house Don made, scooting any furniture across the floor, playing outside, clapping his hands, handing me food that is on his tray and then taking it back. Um, that's about all for now.
Thanks everyone for your sweet comments on my Mother's Day. I was so sad. Love ya'll!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
My First Mother's Day
Well, I am kind of disappointed with my first Mother's Day. I had been looking forward to this day for a long time. I know Ethan can't show me appreciation yet, but I thought it would be more special. Not that everyday isn't special with Ethan. I just thought I would be appreciated as the mother of Oz's son. I didn't get a gift and I didn't even get to sleep in. That was the one thing I asked for out loud - a chance to sleep in. Oswald slept in and then we went to church and my mom took us out to lunch. I did buy myself a pedicure and enjoyed spending time with my mom. I love her so much. I hope Ethan loves me that much. My mom made me my favorite cake and I am enjoying that while I am typing. Other than that I just want to cry. Oswald told me last week that he was going to play golf today and maybe he is upset with me for asking him not to play golf on Mother's Day. I am trying to hold back the tears. I think I will go to bed early because I am exhausted from holding my head high and keeping a cheerful face when I am hurting. I did enjoy myself with my mother and my son though! Thank goodness tomorrow is a new day.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
5/10/08
Ethan is cutting his 8th tooth today. I can see the edge of it peeping through his gums. It is tooth Q. I think that Ethan danced today for the first time. Not entirely sure. He was leaning up against his Fisher Price Learning Home and turned the clock hands. When the music came on, he was shakin' it. I tried to get him on video, but of course as soon as I picked up the camera, that is what caught his interest.
We went to Don & Gwen's today. Don and Gwen got Ethan a big box and Don cut out some windows (what Gwen calls "peep holes") and Ethan has had a ball in it. Don fed him his usual banana. Today it was with cherry yogurt. Yesterday he mixed it with a donut hole. He sure does spoil Ethan. They both do. I could sit on their porch and visit with them for hours.
Well, tomorrow is Mother's Day. My very first one. I assume Ethan will be telling me Happy Mother's Day in years to come and thanking me for being a great mom. I certainly hope so anyway, because I intend to be a great mom. But tomorrow and everyday I am thanking him and The One who gave him to me because his presence makes me happier than I have ever been.
Thank you God!!!
We went to Don & Gwen's today. Don and Gwen got Ethan a big box and Don cut out some windows (what Gwen calls "peep holes") and Ethan has had a ball in it. Don fed him his usual banana. Today it was with cherry yogurt. Yesterday he mixed it with a donut hole. He sure does spoil Ethan. They both do. I could sit on their porch and visit with them for hours.
Well, tomorrow is Mother's Day. My very first one. I assume Ethan will be telling me Happy Mother's Day in years to come and thanking me for being a great mom. I certainly hope so anyway, because I intend to be a great mom. But tomorrow and everyday I am thanking him and The One who gave him to me because his presence makes me happier than I have ever been.
Thank you God!!!
Mothers
I got this from a friend on BBC. It is a great read when you are felling overwhelmed. Happy Mother's Day to all of my Mommy friends!
To the best job in the world~
I'm invisible
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of- style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, " I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
To the best job in the world~
I'm invisible
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of- style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, " I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
My First Weekend Away From Ethan
I just spent my first night without Ethan. And I have to do it again tonight. Oz and I are in the Highlands for a wedding and he is staying at my Dad's house. I don't know how people do this. I don't think I want to be away from him again. I was looking forward to sleeping in today and I slept until 9:00. Woo Hoo! But, I still miss him like crazy and I want to see his little smiling face. The worst part is that Thursday night (night before last), he spent the majority of the night vomiting. I fed him baby food spaghetti and I think the tomato sauce aggravated his reflux. The poor little fellow just couldn't stop throwing up. It was awful. So, last night and this morning I kept dreaming of him throwing up. I even had a dream that he was about 6 years old throwing up. As soon as we wake up in the morning, we are heading back to my Dad's to get him. I can't wait. I don't know how Oswald travels so much and leaves him. My heart would break.
Monday, April 28, 2008
So Busy!! 4/28/08
Ethan turns 10 months-old tomorrow! Wow, time has gone by so fast. I am working on a special birthday present for him. I am so excited about it. I have been so busy and haven't had time to catch up on any of my bbc friend's blogs. So if you are reading this, I haven't forgotten you all. I have been working a lot lately. I have been helping out a pregnant co-worker at my office.
Yesterday, we took Ethan to Cameron's first birthday party. Ethan had a lot of fun playing with all of the cool toys that Cameron received. He was standing on his own for just a second and I reached out my arms to him and he took one step towards me and fell into my arms. I have witnesses!!! It wasn't walking, but it was a step!
Today must have been exciting for him because he played with Aiden while Wanda kept him and then Meredith watched him while I ran an errand and so he got to play with Logan. I thought he would be worn out, but I keep hearing him rustling around on his monitor.
Ethan is completely weaned. I believe I haven't breastfed him since Friday. And even then, it was only for a minute or so. I don't feel one way or another about it. I wish that he was more interested in cuddling and nursing, but I am also relieved to be able to hand him a bottle. It is so easy! And he loves it as well.
So, I removed the post about TTC, because I have changed my mind for now. That has to be something that I am 100% sure about.
What Ethan likes today: He still likes blowing raspberries while I am feeding him. He thinks it is hilarious to have food going everywhere and then I start cracking up, which only makes him want to do it more. Oswald gets mad when he does it and keeps telling him "no". But I just can't help laughing at him laughing. I try so hard not to, but he is just so darn cute.
Yesterday, we took Ethan to Cameron's first birthday party. Ethan had a lot of fun playing with all of the cool toys that Cameron received. He was standing on his own for just a second and I reached out my arms to him and he took one step towards me and fell into my arms. I have witnesses!!! It wasn't walking, but it was a step!
Today must have been exciting for him because he played with Aiden while Wanda kept him and then Meredith watched him while I ran an errand and so he got to play with Logan. I thought he would be worn out, but I keep hearing him rustling around on his monitor.
Ethan is completely weaned. I believe I haven't breastfed him since Friday. And even then, it was only for a minute or so. I don't feel one way or another about it. I wish that he was more interested in cuddling and nursing, but I am also relieved to be able to hand him a bottle. It is so easy! And he loves it as well.
So, I removed the post about TTC, because I have changed my mind for now. That has to be something that I am 100% sure about.
What Ethan likes today: He still likes blowing raspberries while I am feeding him. He thinks it is hilarious to have food going everywhere and then I start cracking up, which only makes him want to do it more. Oswald gets mad when he does it and keeps telling him "no". But I just can't help laughing at him laughing. I try so hard not to, but he is just so darn cute.
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