There are various havocs being wrought in my life right now.
Nursing wreaks havoc on my back and neck. So does holding a baby for much of the day. But this little bug is so sweet and precious and this time is so short that I'll savor the havoc wrought. I don't mind one bit.
Remodeling wreaks havoc on my house and my sanity, but there is such a big, bright, shining, radiant beam of light at the end of this tunnel, I don't mind this one bit either. I really can hardly believe I'll have a new basement soon. SOON!
Rain everyday wreaks some havoc on my mental state. But I don't have to water my grass and garden much.
Greek food (or Lebanese) wreaks havoc on my taste buds and I want to eat it every day.
Not having a dresser for Brynja wreaks havoc on my room. Sad thing is, I have one, but I want to paint it and so I keep not using it thinking I'll paint it. And here I sit typing about it while it sits downstairs remaining unpainted.
:-)
All good things. Equal measures of havoc and peace.
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Bounce
My thoughts are bouncy right now. I'm sitting at the computer at 12:27am and I'm reading various items while I listen to the washer and the dryer do their thing. I can't type fast enough. I'm having thoughts again. Thoughts that I want to share. Thoughts that I want to scribble out with my swirly handwriting. But I'll type instead.
Does anyone even read this anymore? I feel like I've forgotten how to blog.
When I die I want to be buried in a pine box. Like, a homemade one. I don't want thousands of dollars spent on my coffin. Just a simple pine box. Or cremation. That's ok with me.
I dislike cooking bacon. Do you know why? Because I can't stand my house to smell like bacon. And I can't stand my hair to smell like bacon. And let's not forget my clothes. I don't like my clothes to smell like bacon. Bacon tastes good. But the smell clings like the dickens.
I have a smell thing. I can't stand my hands to smell like food, unless it's cilantro. I love cilantro.
Today I put on my blue shirt. I love the color of this shirt.
When I put it on, I smelled the most wonderful smell! I was in heaven. I kept sniffing myself (well, my shirt, really) all day and wondered why I smelled so darned good.
Later I figured out that I wore this shirt last Friday. I had gone to the mall and tried a tester of perfume at The Gap. Guess what? I want that perfume. Bad.
I am not good at mailing things. Just so you know.
Sometimes I want to die when people come to my house. I get so self conscious about every imperfection. If ever anyone goes into my basement, I always ask them before they go down if they will still be my friend if they see how messy and crazy my basement is. Silly? Yes. And there's some sarcasm in the question... but mostly it's a valid fear.
My aim is to have a yard sale on Saturday. I'm excited and anxious about it.
I don't like planning birthday parties for my kids. The hardest part for me is getting out the invitations. I'm really not very good at this facet of parenthood. But that's ok with me. I'm good at the ones that are more important, I think.
I love doing laundry. Don't let me fool you if ever I'm complaining about it. It's very possible that it's my favorite household chore.
I'm trying some generic diapers tonight. Keep your fingers crossed for me and Miss B.
Speaking of Miss B, baby Brynja is precious. She laughed last Thursday and Friday nights. I told Mac about it when she did it the first time and he went on and on about how he just couldn't believe it. How she's growing up so fast. His face showed every emotion and he said, "That just makes me want to cry!" and I could see the tears just under the surface. What a sweet, tender boy. How many almost-ten-year-olds would be so thrilled and emotional about their baby sister laughing for the first time?
I love my life and my bouncy late-night thoughts.
Does anyone even read this anymore? I feel like I've forgotten how to blog.
When I die I want to be buried in a pine box. Like, a homemade one. I don't want thousands of dollars spent on my coffin. Just a simple pine box. Or cremation. That's ok with me.
I dislike cooking bacon. Do you know why? Because I can't stand my house to smell like bacon. And I can't stand my hair to smell like bacon. And let's not forget my clothes. I don't like my clothes to smell like bacon. Bacon tastes good. But the smell clings like the dickens.
I have a smell thing. I can't stand my hands to smell like food, unless it's cilantro. I love cilantro.
Today I put on my blue shirt. I love the color of this shirt.
Later I figured out that I wore this shirt last Friday. I had gone to the mall and tried a tester of perfume at The Gap. Guess what? I want that perfume. Bad.
I am not good at mailing things. Just so you know.
Sometimes I want to die when people come to my house. I get so self conscious about every imperfection. If ever anyone goes into my basement, I always ask them before they go down if they will still be my friend if they see how messy and crazy my basement is. Silly? Yes. And there's some sarcasm in the question... but mostly it's a valid fear.
My aim is to have a yard sale on Saturday. I'm excited and anxious about it.
I don't like planning birthday parties for my kids. The hardest part for me is getting out the invitations. I'm really not very good at this facet of parenthood. But that's ok with me. I'm good at the ones that are more important, I think.
I love doing laundry. Don't let me fool you if ever I'm complaining about it. It's very possible that it's my favorite household chore.
I'm trying some generic diapers tonight. Keep your fingers crossed for me and Miss B.
Speaking of Miss B, baby Brynja is precious. She laughed last Thursday and Friday nights. I told Mac about it when she did it the first time and he went on and on about how he just couldn't believe it. How she's growing up so fast. His face showed every emotion and he said, "That just makes me want to cry!" and I could see the tears just under the surface. What a sweet, tender boy. How many almost-ten-year-olds would be so thrilled and emotional about their baby sister laughing for the first time?
I love my life and my bouncy late-night thoughts.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Brynja Leigh and the Contest Winner
Hidee ho. I had a baby!
Most of you already know that thanks to the wonders of Facebook, but I did post a little contest on my blog a while ago and some of you might be wondering who the winner of that contest is!
This was a tough decision for me. I sat in my bed in the hospital making a chart of all the guesses, and figuring out who got what right. I was hoping that some soul would have guessed two of the three right, but sadly, no. Anyone who got any correct only got one. There were many guesses for girl, and INDEED, we got ourselves a girl! The most angelic little girl I've met. She's so sweet and mellow and I can't kiss her enough.
So, good job to all those who guessed girl, namely Polly, Maria, Jenn, Holly, Emily, Ginny, Jen, Kristin, and Marci!
Then we have the date... March 20th was it. She was born on the first day of Spring, which really fits somehow. Why didn't I think of that before?
We had one correct guess for the date and that was by my friend Beth. Good job, Beth! :)
And then the weight... my biggest baby yet! She weighed in at 8lbs 3oz. I could tell the moment they set her on me that she was bigger than my other kids. She just looked fuller in her skin. Ella came later... 11 days overdue, but she only weighed 7.13, Mac was 7.6 and Rohan was 7.3.
We also had just one correct guess on the weight and that was Miss Stevie Kay! Good job, Stevie!
But, alas, there was no one, not ONE person who guessed more than one correct "stat". I was in a quandry! I didn't know what to do. Dustin and I hashed over a few ideas and then I kind of forgot about the whole thing for a while.
And then the winner came to me. My exact words in the contest rules were: "The person whose answers come closest to the actual stats will win some homemade treats from me. " And guess what? Marci came the closest! She had one correct guess, GIRL. And then, her other picks were March 19, just one day off, and 8 lbs., 4 oz., just one ounce off! So, she was the closest to the actual stats!
Congratulations Marci! You are the winner of some homemade treats! I will get them to you some time in the next couple weeks. :)
Thanks to everyone for playing! It made that last little bit of overdue-ness more bearable to have more than just me guessing at when the baby would ever come.
And for your viewing enjoyment...
I want to write more about the labor, etc., but I will have to do that another day. My kids have been so sweet with their new little sister. They can't get enough of her! These pics are of her first day home from the hospital. She was not quite 48 hours old.
We are so blessed.
Most of you already know that thanks to the wonders of Facebook, but I did post a little contest on my blog a while ago and some of you might be wondering who the winner of that contest is!
This was a tough decision for me. I sat in my bed in the hospital making a chart of all the guesses, and figuring out who got what right. I was hoping that some soul would have guessed two of the three right, but sadly, no. Anyone who got any correct only got one. There were many guesses for girl, and INDEED, we got ourselves a girl! The most angelic little girl I've met. She's so sweet and mellow and I can't kiss her enough.
So, good job to all those who guessed girl, namely Polly, Maria, Jenn, Holly, Emily, Ginny, Jen, Kristin, and Marci!
Then we have the date... March 20th was it. She was born on the first day of Spring, which really fits somehow. Why didn't I think of that before?
We had one correct guess for the date and that was by my friend Beth. Good job, Beth! :)
And then the weight... my biggest baby yet! She weighed in at 8lbs 3oz. I could tell the moment they set her on me that she was bigger than my other kids. She just looked fuller in her skin. Ella came later... 11 days overdue, but she only weighed 7.13, Mac was 7.6 and Rohan was 7.3.
We also had just one correct guess on the weight and that was Miss Stevie Kay! Good job, Stevie!
But, alas, there was no one, not ONE person who guessed more than one correct "stat". I was in a quandry! I didn't know what to do. Dustin and I hashed over a few ideas and then I kind of forgot about the whole thing for a while.
And then the winner came to me. My exact words in the contest rules were: "The person whose answers come closest to the actual stats will win some homemade treats from me. " And guess what? Marci came the closest! She had one correct guess, GIRL. And then, her other picks were March 19, just one day off, and 8 lbs., 4 oz., just one ounce off! So, she was the closest to the actual stats!
Congratulations Marci! You are the winner of some homemade treats! I will get them to you some time in the next couple weeks. :)
Thanks to everyone for playing! It made that last little bit of overdue-ness more bearable to have more than just me guessing at when the baby would ever come.
And for your viewing enjoyment...
Miss Brynja Leigh
born March 20, 2010 at 7:14pm, weighing 8 lbs., 3 oz., 20 1/2" long.
(and her head and chest were both 14 1/4")
born March 20, 2010 at 7:14pm, weighing 8 lbs., 3 oz., 20 1/2" long.
(and her head and chest were both 14 1/4")
Mom and Brynja
(by the way, her name is pronounce BRIN-ya... Scandinavian J...)
Dad and Brynja
We are so blessed.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Friday's Fabulous Five
It's been a while, but I'm trying to make a comeback!
Here's a bit of fabulousness for my Friday...
1- We got the report from our tax man today. It was good. Very good. I ♥ refunds...
2- Something that's tickled my mind with worry for the last several years will not be a worry anymore after next Tuesday. Although I'll still worry until probably Wednesday, I'm happy to have an end in sight.
3- My parents adopted a dog. She's awesome... a year old Irish Wolfhound/Greyhound mix. She's beautiful and sweet and big and wonderful and she lives at my parents' house, not mine. Dustin and my kids all have been wanting a dog, but I flatly refused telling them we're having our own little "puppy" soon. Now, they all have their dog-wish satiated without actually having a dog. Thank you mom and dad...my family thanks you too.
4- Books. I've been reading lots and lots of books. Love them. The Hunger Games and it's sequel, Catching Fire were fast, fun reads. I read both of those twice and anxiously await the third book in August. The Traveler, which I've read before but it's been a while, and it's sequel, The Dark River, which I'm reading right now (also read before). These two are a set of a trilogy, you see, and the third one came out last fall and I wanted to refresh my memory before I read this last one. So, I have the third one, The Golden City, waiting for me to read (that series is written by John Twelve Hawks, if anyone is interested). I also read The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale. Loved it! Love her style. I ♥ books.
5- Baby. Baby is coming. Baby is coming SOON!! Part of me hesitates to put this on here because, while it is a completely fabulous thing, I'm a little bit anxious about it. My due date looms just 5 1/2 weeks away. That's freakin' crazy! But, I'm excited to meet this little person who will rock our family's world for a few months while we settle in to getting to know each other. And the birth of this baby will also mean the end of my being pregnant. And let's just say that I'm getting to that point where labor is starting to sound better than pregnancy. So, bring on the contractions, baby! (in a few weeks.... not just yet as you need to bake a little longer!)
Happy Friday!
Here's a bit of fabulousness for my Friday...
1- We got the report from our tax man today. It was good. Very good. I ♥ refunds...
2- Something that's tickled my mind with worry for the last several years will not be a worry anymore after next Tuesday. Although I'll still worry until probably Wednesday, I'm happy to have an end in sight.
3- My parents adopted a dog. She's awesome... a year old Irish Wolfhound/Greyhound mix. She's beautiful and sweet and big and wonderful and she lives at my parents' house, not mine. Dustin and my kids all have been wanting a dog, but I flatly refused telling them we're having our own little "puppy" soon. Now, they all have their dog-wish satiated without actually having a dog. Thank you mom and dad...my family thanks you too.
4- Books. I've been reading lots and lots of books. Love them. The Hunger Games and it's sequel, Catching Fire were fast, fun reads. I read both of those twice and anxiously await the third book in August. The Traveler, which I've read before but it's been a while, and it's sequel, The Dark River, which I'm reading right now (also read before). These two are a set of a trilogy, you see, and the third one came out last fall and I wanted to refresh my memory before I read this last one. So, I have the third one, The Golden City, waiting for me to read (that series is written by John Twelve Hawks, if anyone is interested). I also read The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale. Loved it! Love her style. I ♥ books.
5- Baby. Baby is coming. Baby is coming SOON!! Part of me hesitates to put this on here because, while it is a completely fabulous thing, I'm a little bit anxious about it. My due date looms just 5 1/2 weeks away. That's freakin' crazy! But, I'm excited to meet this little person who will rock our family's world for a few months while we settle in to getting to know each other. And the birth of this baby will also mean the end of my being pregnant. And let's just say that I'm getting to that point where labor is starting to sound better than pregnancy. So, bring on the contractions, baby! (in a few weeks.... not just yet as you need to bake a little longer!)
Happy Friday!
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