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More tomorrow...

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Upon my mom's request, I changed up the font on the blog, since she found it hard on the eyes (and perhaps others did, too.)  I will write and put up pictures about today's events some time tomorrow, since I'm pretty tired out.  But I have to say that today marked one momentous occasion: I wore some of Sarah's clothes!  It only took 15 years, but I can finally raid her closet!  Yes!  She's also taller than me now.  I knew that would happen, though.  I always predicted she'd be 5'9".  She's probably 5'8" right now, I'm guessing, and at 15 she has time to grow still.  It's great to see her!

In St. Louis!

It's 11:17 PM local time, but my body is two hours behind, so I'm still feeling awake.  That's pretty remarkable, though, given the short and choppy nature of my sleep last night.  I don't sleep easily before big events. Poor Allen is at home in Oregon: being a working man, he doesn't have the chance to take a lot of time off, so it is just Ruby and me vacationing out east.
I promised him that I'd write about it every day, so here it goes.
Ruby woke up wayyyy too early this morning (5:30) and was getting tired by the time that Andy and Alishia dropped us off at the airport...not auspicious.  I had decided against bringing a stroller, but if I ever travel with this age/size baby again I will go ahead and bring one!  She's too big to wear in a Baby Bjorn, but she can't be trusted to stick by my side and walk the whole way either.  Carrying her and trying to manage purse, tickets, and rolling carryon was a bit of a handful, to say the least.  Still, we m…

A great song

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I know my 30 days of songs are over, but here's one that I love: "Do Everything" by Steven Curtis Chapman.
Love the part about picking up the toys from the living floor 15 times today...

Good gracious, time flies!

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Wow, I haven't updated in almost a week!  Camp has kept me pretty busy.  Week 1 of Young Authors Society was good.  I had a great student helper, and I'm looking forward to another great helper and another good week.  And then--I can hardly believe it!--on Saturday morning Ruby and I are off to St. Louis for two weeks!  Well, technically we won't be in St. Louis the whole time.  We'll also see Chatauqua.  I'm not sure if I'm ready for the infamous summer weather, though. It was in the high 80s here today and that felt very warm in our little un-air conditioned apartment.
Ruby was born 14 months ago today!  She is growing up so fast.  Here's what she looked like this time last summer:

But here she is now!


As you can see, she LOVES to look at books.  I think she spends the majority of her waking hours looking at books and asking us to read them by holding them up and saying, "Da?"  She will forcibly put them into your hand.  She's also learned how…

Harry Potter

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (or Philosopher's Stone in the U.K. version) was published in 1997 (although J.K. Rowling had been working on it since 1990!)  I was 14 years old.  I didn't read it right away.  In fact, it came to my attention through my younger brother reading it.  He got really into them, and because he was my 10 year old brother and I was SOOOO too cool to take his advice on good books, I resisted them.  It was probably about a year later that we were on a car trip and we listened to the first one unabridged on CD, (narrated by the fabulous Jim Dale).  I was hooked.  So much for my pretentions and looking down my nose at the book.  It was a riveting story.  I started to keep pace with the stories, always listening to them on audio books though.  In fact, the only one I have ever literally read with my eyes is the last one, because I was too impatient to wait for the CDs to come out.  Okay, I read parts of the 4th one in book form, too, now that I t…

BABIES ARE EVERYWHERE!

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Today was our second zoo trip of the week with the summer camp I'm teaching, and that place is crawling with babies (ha ha.)  I also saw quite a few very, very new babies: teensy weensy little lumps of cuteness.  I texted Allen that I was having an acute attack of cute baby fever.  He replied something to the effect of "you already have one."
I know. But I want a NEW one!  So small and cute!  So precious!  So BABY!
This happens every few weeks (thanks, hormones) and it is a bit exhausting.  I notice
every baby and every preggy.  It's like baby-dar or something.  I keep telling myself that I can't have another baby every time I see a cute baby, or I will end up like Michelle Duggar with 19 kids (or is it 20 now?  I don't know.)  I don't have anything against big families; for a long time I wanted to have four kids as a minimum.  But my heavens, they are expensive little things!  19?  They will each have to get their own reality show to help pay for colle…

A hard thing

I think one of the most difficult things about my job is that I am dealing with the most precious of all raw material: children.  I am thankful for parents who take an interest in their child's education, but sometimes the interest taken can be overwhelming.  As a teacher, little makes me feel worse than unknowingly offending a parent  with a decision that I've made.  It's even worse when they are upset over something that I think is in the best interest of their child and the class as a whole.  After all, who am I to say that I know best for their own flesh and blood?
Then again, I am a professional with experience, and at the end of the day, I have to go with my gut and my training.  But I always feel pretty terrible about it if the family stays upset. Sometimes their instinct is right, and sometimes mine is.  It has happened at some point (or points) every year during my teaching and will no doubt continue, because there will always be differences of opinion.  The educ…

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Haircut!!!!

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A proper blog to follow (heck, a little video blog entry soon to follow), but for now, I'll let the pictures do the talking.







Blog, then bedtime

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It's 10:30ish on Friday night, and the DH (which stands for Dear Hubby, in case you're not familiar with the lingo) and I just returned from an impromptu date.  [I must pause here to say that such dates would not be possible without the generous support of good old bro Lowe.  Toby living here makes such dreams a reality...thank you, Toby!!!!!]  We went to KC's Midway Public House, a short and pleasant walk from our apartment. We mostly just noshed on nachos and talked about whatever random things came to mind.  It was mellow and really nice.  We even had a coupon; score!
On the walk home, I got to reminiscing about the "good old days" at college.  They were good days (and, since it's been five years since I graduated, I guess they are getting "old" too).  I learned so much there, met wonderful people, had good times, etc.  I'm thankful, though, that I don't have to look back at that time as being "the best time in my life."  My li…

Swiffer, you lie!

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Today, in the space of about 5 minutes, I was a butterfingers and spilled fruit juice two times from two different containers.  Of course, that stuff leaves sticky residue after being wiped up with a paper towel, so I decided to bust out my frenemy Swiffer.
I have always prided myself on being a savvy consumer and someone who can see right through the lies of advertisers.  My mom taught us well; she showed us how to deconstruct the Saturday morning ads for toys, cereals, apparel, etc.  All ads work the same way: they have to make you think that your life is deficient in some way and that their product will fill the gap.
I get their game.  I know how it works.  I've tried to teach my students how to see past the lies the materialistic media sells them 24/7.  But I fell--and fell hard--for one of the cleverest ad lies of them all: Swiffer.
To those of you who don't have to clean, this will all be meaningless, but maybe some of you out there who have to clean non-carpeted area…

Dancing with a best friend and the last one...

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Today's song challenge (the penultimate one) is name a song you have danced to with your best friend.
I already did "I'm Yours", which is a song I danced to with my best friend/husband.  Let us go back in time to my waltz party days at St. John's.  I had several favorite dance partners, so it is hard to pick a song that went with any specific one person.  I guess I'll go with "Hell" by the Squirrel Nut Zippers.  I know, the name suggests it wouldn't be a very cheery song, but it is very uptempo and has awesome trumpet solos.  My roommate and one best friend Kat liked it; she didn't come to waltz parties often, but when she did, she would dance this one with me.  Jonathan, another best friend, also danced this song with me.  It's a good song for dancing vigorously!
I almost forgot another very special moment and song from St. John's.  In the fall of my senior year--when I was one of the co-archons (co-presidents) of the Waltz Society--…

"A song you cannot stand to listen to"

A song I refuse to listen (because I can't stand to) is "Judas" by Lady Gaga.  I've read the lyrics, and it's quite irreverent.  There you go.  Obviously, I won't link to it, since I can't stand it!

A fun present!

My mom sent us a care package the other day, and one of the things it contained was a new outfit for Ruby's dolly and some little feeding accessories.  Ruby had a lot of fun with those; here's a montage of Ruby feeding Dolly (and herself!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-gCwYZX2g

Cultivate an attitude of gratitude...

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Readers, feel free to accept this challenge (and if you have a blog, you should let me know that you did).  It's always a good day to be grateful, especially if you believe--as I do--that "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows" (James 1:17).  Why shouldn't I be thankful?  There are so many good things that I take for granted that I have no control over.  I'm breathing in a healthy body right now; I have relative control over doing things to keep it healthy, but diseases and disasters strike without our say.  That's not my reality today, so why not be grateful and acknowledge that for the blessing it is?
I have gone through times in my life where I kept a prayer journal very devotedly.  I just made it a habit to write in it at least once a day, usually after reading the Bible.  It was my way of meditating on the truths I was reading.  I also, for a time, wrote 5 g…