I went to Carraba’s last night with two friends, Jen & Amy, that I’ve never been out with sans kiddo’s. It was soooo fun, we scarfed our food (unfortunate side effect of being a mom of little ones), after we finished we realized that we could just sit around an talk leisurly for an hour or so. So we swaped stories of how we met our hubbies, what our parents/in-laws are like, potty training, breast feeding and all the other little things that go with that. It was just a nice relaxing night to enjoy the company of two women who know where I’m at, cause they’re there too.
Our church talked about a christian’s standpoint on the environment not too long ago, it made me think about it in a fresh not so libral nazi kinda way…any way found this sight while snooping around and thought it was pretty cool. The premis is one guy trying to live one year without making an environmental impact. This means no trash, no emissions, no packaging on their food, no electricity so forth and so on. By the way he and his wife have a two year old and a dog, I don’t see how he does it. www.noimpactman.typepage.com
I went to turn in Grey’s application for pre-school today. It was so heartbreaking to think that he is old enough to go to school. I would still prefer he stay home with me and we had planned on him going to a more casual school, but the Montessori was too expensive, the mother’s day out program was full, so christian school it would have to be. He actually has “book fees”, a dress code, and is required to have a full size backpack for his books. It’s just too much to bear. On the bright side it will give me some much needed alone time with Gentry. And to be honest Grey is THRILLED, when I told him we were going to the school to drop off his papers he started rattling off how he was a big boy and was going to make new friends and ride a big yellow bus. So I guess if they grow up this quick I need to get started on having the next little one…I might have to talk to Micah about that
We convinced Brock and Laura to go eat Indian food with us last night, usually this is one of our favorites, but…this time it wasn’t. Neither of us has eaten there in over a year and they seemed to have changed their food quite a lot. Now most southern Indian food should only be ordered vegitarian because they just don’t know how to cook meat, so we got some veggie korma (veggies in cream sauce w/ nuts) and matar paneer (peas and farmers cheese in cream sauce). It wasn’t as spicy or tasty as it normally would have been. The chutney’s were different, the korma was different, the paneer was different, the only thing that was the same was the naan (bread). And for the first time we both had indegestion from it, good Indian food doesn’t give you indegestion. So we are feeling a bit guilty that we drug them along with us, suffered through the 45 min. traffic jam, made them eat food that they really didn’t want to eat, and then they very sweetly offered to pay…we owe you guys BIG!
These all have sentimental value, the first is a table Micah’s grandad made for us as a wedding gift and it has a antique silver vase that my grandma gave us on it. The second is one of the signed silver bookends that Micah’s dad gave him. The third are a set of birds that a little old lady at church made for my mom after all of us were born. The forth is a drawing of the obvious. The fifth is a shelf in our bathroom that hold two special antiques, one is a trojan horse and the other is a Jim Beam bottle c. 1960.
This is art from my living room.
These are all posters that I love.
These are all linked to our wedding, the first is the poster from the Oaks (the day we got married), the second is a framed copy of our wedding invitation, the third is the painting I did for Micah as a wedding gift, and the forth is a portrait Micah’s dad did of me on our wedding day.
Other random arts from the house.
Micah’s dad painted all of these and made the frames, they all hang in our living room.
I’ve started just looking at random blogs and using them to find other blogs that lead to other blogs, so forth and so on, and I’ve found some incredible stuff. Did you know that there are an entire community of blogs called sketchblogs, these artists are amazing. It’s like fine art meets comic book and gives birth to whimsical beauty. Some of my favorites have been added to my blogroll already, but there is one standout…A Fanciful Twist. I love art, and even more I love when I see something I’ve never seen before. He/she uses beautiful old paper as background, decopauges more paper or fabric on top and then paints on top of that. I guess if you could “quilt” art this is how you would do it. Here are some samples.
Her brother even wrote a song to go with my favorite painting.
So do you see it, the beautiful woman seemlessly floating up a dark hill holding her daughters hand, off to some imaginary party
I think we all know at least a couple of people who have had miscarriages for unknown reasons and others who can’t seem to concieve. I’ve never had a miscarriage, but try to prepare myself for the possibility. “They” say 1:5 pregnancies end in miscarriage, so if we have as many children as we are hoping odds are I too will expierence this. I just found this video on someones blog that so beautifully sums up the unexplainable.
Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.
Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.
Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred
Numb our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.
Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.
This is my new blog, I’m really liking that I can customize the main pic. and that I could import all my old blogs. It would have been a real pain to retype them all. I’ll try and stick with this one a bit longer…thanks, A
Grey went poopy in the toilet tonight for the first time, it was HUGE…I mean it was a big deal. We sang, we danced, there was a flurry of chocolate, ice cream, and cake, we blew bubbles, he rode his bike, we called Keaton, we watched Cars…let me repeat, it was a big deal.
We also spent the day in New Albany with Micah’s grandparents, we always have such a great time up there, and we always seem to find out some really cool family history in the process. Todays tidbit was that “the hill” where they live is called Mary’s Meadow, after Grampa Dick’s mom. It was originally owned by his parents and then split into 8 parcels and sold to six different people, this left one parcel in the middle that is considered the neighborhood park…how cool is that. I also found out that both a Schulz and a Moser live on the hill (both my maiden names).
Alright, so I’m over my pity party (which lasted until I had a good nap). Micah had thankfully planned ahead and had found a sitter for a couple of hours last night for our celebration/consolation dinner. After a good meal and two margaritas I was back to my normal sarcastic yet chipper self. We had a great brainstorm session and are trying to move forward. Thanks to all for your prayers, phone calls, and emails, normally it would have taken me days to get over this.
So on to more important things, Grey is almost potty trained!!!!! Thanks to finally convincing him that underwear has “super powers”, and with the bribery of chocolate. We’ve still yet to conquer the poo, but I think it’s coming soon. He’s only had one accident in the past two days and that was during his nap.
