Thursday, January 24, 2008


Had a note the other day that we needed to speak with E's teacher.

Uh, oh. That is never a good thing.

It turns out that E dropped some blocks and proceeded to say, "Shit. Shit. Shit."

Um. Guess we're gonna have to start watching what we say more.

The worst part is he kept encouraging the other kids to say it too.

My son. The King of Curses.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

My New Toy

Here I am playing with my new toy. I am so glad to finally get a decent camera again. I still have my trusy old Pentax, but it is a film camera. And let's face it, film is just soooo last century.

I am hoping to get back into photography like I used to do. I think I used to be pretty good, but I just haven't been doing it much because I simply hate those point-and-shoot cameras. All of the ones I have take so long to take a picture that by the time the shutter clicks, the subjects have all left the scene and are back in the lodge drinking rum toddies.

This picture is straight out of the camera and since I didn't use a flash it is kind of dark, but I just wanted a quick-and-dirty shot.

Why did I buy myself a camera? Because it is my birthday. And no one else will.

Happy birthday to me.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Wordless Wednesday: Whaddya think...

...of the view from the front porch of the house we are buying...?

Friday, January 11, 2008

Of empty arms and bedrooms...

Julie has an interesting discussion on her Redbook site on what did you (or did you not) buy while you were contemplating having children. Some of the entries are terribly sad, women who long for children but still have empty nurseries that have since been turned into offices, guest bedrooms and junk rooms; pregnant women six months along who are afraid to buy a onesie because it might jinx the pregnancy; hand-knitted sweaters and crocheted booties that are hidden away in boxes and closets.

I did not buy much before my son was born. I will admit that in the years we were trying whenever Disney came out with limited-release movies (The Lion King, a re-release of Cinderella, etc.), I bought them for my future children and both of our homes were 4-bedroom homes. We had a nice guestroom, B had an office and I had a sewing room. Other than that I think I bought two onesies when I was about 3 months along and only because they were on sale. And the whole pregnancy, they hid back in a closet because I was afraid to hope that this time there was going to be a real, live baby at the end.

That is all the baby stuff we had before coming home from the hospital with E (except for the things I got at a baby shower given by my Sweet Adeline chorus). During my marathon induction, my in-laws set up a crib and a chest of drawers (hand-me-downs) and unpacked all the hand-me-down clothes that were used by E's cousins. They had bought a baby monitor, bedding, stuffed animals and toys. They were terrific.

Fortunately our story turned out happy. But I will never forget how fearful I was that those Disney movies would remain unwatched and I would be forever saddled with a guestroom that longed to be a kid's room.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Thursday, January 03, 2008

25 Things

Found this over at Karen's. Kind of a feel-good post for the first post of the new year.

The 25 things I never get tired of (in no real particular order):

  1. Watching my son sleep
  2. Great music
  3. Long hot bubble baths
  4. Good wine
  5. Good friends
  6. Laughing
  7. Spending time with my family
  8. Finishing a project
  9. Having a massage
  10. Room service
  11. Fresh sheets and a comfortable bed
  12. An unspoiled mountain lake
  13. Fresh air and sunshine (is that two??)
  14. Listening to a cat purring
  15. A clear night sky in the mountains
  16. My dog greeting me when I come home
  17. Hearing people laugh
  18. Finishing a good book
  19. Giving a gift to someone I love
  20. Playing in the ocean
  21. Watching a good movie
  22. Hugs
  23. Going to a craft or fabric shop (I feel close to my mother there)
  24. A truly good cup of coffee
  25. Holding my son in my arms