Hormonal Hodge Podge

I wrote a post, but husband said it was sad. It wasn't sad. It was honest. But I don't want to give the wrong depressed impression. I'm not. I'm hormonal. There's a difference. And yes, even you can chart my cycles based on my blog. I do this so people never, ever, EVER make the mistake of asking me if I'm pregnant. I'm not. I'm bloated. There's a difference.

The alternative is to share a tidbit (only slightly more than a morsel) on what I could have written instead. Only a tidbit though so I have enough time to watch Charly, or Steel Magnolias, or some other tear jerking cinematic masterpiece that makes me cry each and every time I see it.

Breed Responsibly- My rant on how/why/WTH!!!! is a woman with six children thinking about doing fertility treatments.

LYS- That's yarny talk for Local Yarn Shop. I did my Christmas shopping today. LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of yarn. Yarn is yummy.

I'm Used to It- I hear all day every day how my life is over as soon as Scrunch can walk. Well, I'm used to it. See here. Ani and Scrunch in my purse. Ani loves gum. Ani loves chapstick. Scrunch has nothing on the things Ani has gotten into.


Bite ME!- I have no idea what I would have written here but I'm in one of those moods where I most definitely could have come up with something.

Where is my husband and my Dr. Pepper? My movie is about to start...

I Walk

Only my child would pick the ONLY time her mother would not have the camera to take her first series of steps. Sunday School. Just figures. I don't think I'll go again. kidding.

And while most of the time she still walks around on her knees, if you're holding a cookie she'll walk on two feet. Funny. Me too.

I am the most exiciting person you know. Admit it.

Today I Google-d "how to knit while reading." And I got results!

It's About Love

Don't believe me? Take it from someone who KNOWS.


Spread it.

Link it.

Love it.

It's just that kind of weepy week around here.

What we've all been waiting for.

Miss Alena Lauren

January 25, 2009
6 lbs. 5 oz.
19 in.

Welcome to the world little one!

Ask your Daddy for a pony. We need a friend who has a pony.

In almost exactly one year to the day, we've all become mommies. Congratulations Ang! We love you. You are one tough chick.

I'm One!

Celebrate Birth-days

In one of the 'Raising Adopted Children' books I've read along the way, I remember reading something about children and their birthdays. It talked about how it would not be unusual for a child to become moody or upset on their birthday because Birthday's bring up the subject of their birth. This might be upsetting or uncomfortable for some children.

I can see that.

But I hope that it's not like that for our daughter.

On her birthday we celebrate!

We don't just get to celebrate the passing of another year and reaching of milestones throughout her life, but we celebrate her birth. In doing so, we celebrate her Birth-mother. We think of her. We remember her. We are ever-grateful for her. And we celebrate her. Celebrate the choice that she made and celebrate our greatest Birth-day present ever.

The day she was born was the greatest thing that has ever happened to us. That is cause for celebration.

Happy Birthday Scrunch! You are a gift.