Our little Meredith needs some prayer. She came out to me this evening just in tears about having to go to sleep.
She's mentioned that she's had dreams about monsters before, but she hasn't gone into any detail. Tonight, she told me that she didn't want to go to sleep because of all of the monsters in her dreams.
I asked her what the monsters were doing, and she said that they were chasing her and trying to kill her. My heart is just broken. I'm teary-eyed just typing this. (kind of makes my last post about my luggage seem not so important, huh?)
I mean, honestly, we don't watch scary things in our house or anything. I'm even afraid of scary movies, and I refuse to watch them. Always have. Even if the t.v. is on in our house for a sporting event or something and an intense commercial comes on, we either change the channel or make our kids not look at the t.v.
I prayed with her this evening right after she told me (and she was calmed down by then), and her little lip was quivering and she was starting to cry again as I was praying about it. So, guess who else was crying....yep, you guessed it...me. I just feel so helpless about the whole situation.
I remember having bad nightmares as a kid, and I'm pretty sure it's something that all kids go though, but I'm just asking for some prayers for her as you're reminded. Thank you.
5.17.2009
5.12.2009
seriously.may.12
Meredith was picking her nose and eating it the other day while we were sitting on the couch.
I said, "Meredith, please stop picking your nose and eating your boogers. That's gross."
She responds, "I'm not eating my boogers, I'm eating my snot!"
....well, then, on with it...that's not nearly as disgusting.
Seriously.
I can't make this stuff up.
I said, "Meredith, please stop picking your nose and eating your boogers. That's gross."
She responds, "I'm not eating my boogers, I'm eating my snot!"
....well, then, on with it...that's not nearly as disgusting.
Seriously.
I can't make this stuff up.
5.09.2009
can't.sit.still
Little Miss cannot sit still to save her life! This picture pretty much sums up TWO attempts to take her 1 year pictures (and we're a month behind already!).
AND, if I can get her to sit for two seconds, she doesn't smile. We'll try again soon! :)
5.08.2009
my.mom.totally.embarrasses.me
...that is what Claire is going to say when she's 14 and she reads this post.
This was our conversation from this afternoon...
Setup: Claire is in the playroom and I am in the kitchen.
Claire: Don't come in here, Mom!
Me: Ok.
Claire: Do you know why?
Me: No. (and she didn't look like she was up to anything too sneaky, so I wasn't concerned)
Claire: Well, don't come in here.
Me: Ok.
Claire: Do you know what I did?
Me: (Now I'm just going to amuse her so that she quits asking.) Ummm...did you bake me a cake?
Claire: Nooooo.
Me: Did you.....(I'm trying to think of something silly)...fart?
Claire: YEEESSSS! Did you smell it?
Me: No.
Claire: Well, don't come in here because it's really stinky!! It kind of smells like Daddy's toots! His are a little stinkier though. (rather matter-of-factly)
Me: (Totally laughing at this point) Daddy would be proud.
...now Josh might be embarrassed as well. Probably not though...I mean, really, who's toots don't stink?
4.29.2009
boston.wednesday
Let's just say that this day was one that needed patience.
Before you read this post...if you have 4 minutes...watch this clip. I was trying to keep it all in perspective as my day was unfolding.
1. We woke up at 5:40 a.m. to leave for the airport by 6:00 a.m. for Julie's 8:00 flight.
2. Right before we left, I had to hit that bathroom. Rachel graciously loaded my bag. She, thoughtfully left my purse out so that I could have it with me in the car.
3. I, absentmindedly, didn't ask for my purse when I got in the car. I guess I thought it was in the trunk.
4. We drove to the airport...1 hour away.
5. About 5 minutes before we arrived at the airport, Rachel said, "Where's your purse?" I said, "I thought you put it in the trunk." She said, "&*#%!!! I'm sure I set it on the garage floor thinking that you'd walk right by it."
6. Good news....my flight isn't until 10:15. Bad news....now we have to drive 1 hour back to Rae's house and another hour back to the airport. Stink.
7. Rachel feels really bad....I feel really bad. Double stink.
8. Drive back to Rae's...drive back to the airport.
9. Check in and learn that my flight is delayed until 11:30.
10. Hear my name called..."Ma'am, yes, we don't think you are going to make your connecting flight at 12:30, so we've bumped you back to the 1:50 flight." Stink.
11. Board the plane. Head to the runway. Stop. Announcement: "We've been delayed yet again. Please sit tight. We'll be on our way in about 35 minutes." Stink.
12. Make it on the next flight. Didn't have much time to eat...so I didn't. And should have.
13. Starving Jackie. I do get a teeny-tiny bag of pretzels and a sprite on the plane. I think there were 6 pretzels in the bag...maybe 7.
14. There was a lady sitting one row back with 2 small children (obviously travelling alone). I say, "If you need help with anything while we're on this flight, let me know. I have 3 small children, and I've travelled with them before. It can be crazy sometimes!"
15. She is so sweet, and we start talking. Her little girl (Jassie...not sure if that's how she spells it) is 6, and her little boy (Jason) is 5 months. So adorable.
16. She is on her way from Germany (where her husband plays professional basketball) to come back to the US for a few months while he's off. Wow.
17. So, I ask if her daughter is in kindergarten in Germany. She says, "We home school." Us too!!!
18. Then, I say to the little girl..."Your name is Jassie? My name is Jackie, and it kind of sounds like Jassie!" Mom says, "Your name is Jackie? My name is Jackie!" Now this is just getting crazy!!
19. I make a new best friend....and I get to hold baby Jason while Jackie and Jassie were in the bathroom. He was soooooo adorable. He even giggled once.
20. We finally land. I'm starving.
21. I go to the McDonald's in the airport to eat because I think that I'm about to pass out from lack of food.
22. I order a value meal and eat the whole thing...something I never do.
23. I go to get my luggage which I assumed came in on the earlier flight.
24. The man says, "I've been paging you." Uh-oh.
25. Local time 5:15....he says, "Your luggage got put on the wrong flight, and it won't be here until 6:30." I still have 2 hours to drive home from the airport.
26. I feel tears welling up in my eyes because I've been travelling for about 12 hours straight at this point. I am so tired. Deep breath....composure....no tears.
27. The man says that once the luggage arrives, they'll get it to my house by the following day.
28. Ok, I can live without my luggage for a night. I drive 2 1/2 hours home.
29. The following morning, a man comes to my house with my bag.
30. My coat is falling out of the bag....this doesn't look good.
31. My zipper is destroyed and the back of my bag is torn open.
32. I called the airline right away, and they're still working on it. I guess. That was last Thursday. I got a call yesterday afternoon, and they said they are still trying to figure out what to do.
33. Is it that difficult? I really just want a new bag.
So, on the bright side....Rachel and I got a little extra chat-time in, I made a new best friend on my second flight, and I think I might get a new piece of luggage. Not bad for one day.
Before you read this post...if you have 4 minutes...watch this clip. I was trying to keep it all in perspective as my day was unfolding.
1. We woke up at 5:40 a.m. to leave for the airport by 6:00 a.m. for Julie's 8:00 flight.
2. Right before we left, I had to hit that bathroom. Rachel graciously loaded my bag. She, thoughtfully left my purse out so that I could have it with me in the car.
3. I, absentmindedly, didn't ask for my purse when I got in the car. I guess I thought it was in the trunk.
4. We drove to the airport...1 hour away.
5. About 5 minutes before we arrived at the airport, Rachel said, "Where's your purse?" I said, "I thought you put it in the trunk." She said, "&*#%!!! I'm sure I set it on the garage floor thinking that you'd walk right by it."
6. Good news....my flight isn't until 10:15. Bad news....now we have to drive 1 hour back to Rae's house and another hour back to the airport. Stink.
7. Rachel feels really bad....I feel really bad. Double stink.
8. Drive back to Rae's...drive back to the airport.
9. Check in and learn that my flight is delayed until 11:30.
10. Hear my name called..."Ma'am, yes, we don't think you are going to make your connecting flight at 12:30, so we've bumped you back to the 1:50 flight." Stink.
11. Board the plane. Head to the runway. Stop. Announcement: "We've been delayed yet again. Please sit tight. We'll be on our way in about 35 minutes." Stink.
12. Make it on the next flight. Didn't have much time to eat...so I didn't. And should have.
13. Starving Jackie. I do get a teeny-tiny bag of pretzels and a sprite on the plane. I think there were 6 pretzels in the bag...maybe 7.
14. There was a lady sitting one row back with 2 small children (obviously travelling alone). I say, "If you need help with anything while we're on this flight, let me know. I have 3 small children, and I've travelled with them before. It can be crazy sometimes!"
15. She is so sweet, and we start talking. Her little girl (Jassie...not sure if that's how she spells it) is 6, and her little boy (Jason) is 5 months. So adorable.
16. She is on her way from Germany (where her husband plays professional basketball) to come back to the US for a few months while he's off. Wow.
17. So, I ask if her daughter is in kindergarten in Germany. She says, "We home school." Us too!!!
18. Then, I say to the little girl..."Your name is Jassie? My name is Jackie, and it kind of sounds like Jassie!" Mom says, "Your name is Jackie? My name is Jackie!" Now this is just getting crazy!!
19. I make a new best friend....and I get to hold baby Jason while Jackie and Jassie were in the bathroom. He was soooooo adorable. He even giggled once.
20. We finally land. I'm starving.
21. I go to the McDonald's in the airport to eat because I think that I'm about to pass out from lack of food.
22. I order a value meal and eat the whole thing...something I never do.
23. I go to get my luggage which I assumed came in on the earlier flight.
24. The man says, "I've been paging you." Uh-oh.
25. Local time 5:15....he says, "Your luggage got put on the wrong flight, and it won't be here until 6:30." I still have 2 hours to drive home from the airport.
26. I feel tears welling up in my eyes because I've been travelling for about 12 hours straight at this point. I am so tired. Deep breath....composure....no tears.
27. The man says that once the luggage arrives, they'll get it to my house by the following day.
28. Ok, I can live without my luggage for a night. I drive 2 1/2 hours home.
29. The following morning, a man comes to my house with my bag.
30. My coat is falling out of the bag....this doesn't look good.
31. My zipper is destroyed and the back of my bag is torn open.
32. I called the airline right away, and they're still working on it. I guess. That was last Thursday. I got a call yesterday afternoon, and they said they are still trying to figure out what to do.
33. Is it that difficult? I really just want a new bag.
So, on the bright side....Rachel and I got a little extra chat-time in, I made a new best friend on my second flight, and I think I might get a new piece of luggage. Not bad for one day.
4.28.2009
boston.tuesday
Rachel and Shawn have a ton of turkeys around their house...Josh would have been in hunter's heaven. They woke me up on Tuesday morning, so I had to go out and take some pictures. I even did my best turkey call at the big tom and he gobbled at me twice.
He was stalking the two hens below all morning, but they really didn't care. He tried to impress them as much as possible, though, by poofing out as big as he could.
Then, I saw this, and I almost didn't purchase the coffee....
Puke.
Then, we headed into Boston to go on a Duck Tour....so much fun. We got to see all kinds of great historical buildings and sites. There is so much stinkin' history in Boston. I told Josh that we HAVE to go back when the girls are older.
We saw the site where the Boston Tea Party took place as well as several other sites involving the Revolutionary War. While our Duck was in the water, we saw the island that was shown in the book Make Way for Ducklings which I've read to my kids several times. Picture below...I had to take it for the girls even though the weather was kind of dreary that day.
All of the kids on the Duck got to take a turn driving the Duck while it was in the water. Then, I got to drive the Duck as well!!! How cool is that?
Then, we took the subway to Regina's Pizza....
and had lunch with Leo....
It was great.
Then, we went to Mike's Pastries....if you ever go to Boston, you MUST go to Mike's Pastries. Seriously, this is what we bought: gelatto, strawberry cheesecake, an eclair, raspberry almond something or other, and cookies.
Thankfully, we didn't eat it all at once, but we did eat it all that day. I took one of the cookies home to the girls. It was about the size of my face.
I had to take a picture of the Black and White cookie for Josh. Seinfeld anyone?
"The key to eating a black and white cookie, Elaine, is you want to get some black and some white in each bite. Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate. And yet, still, somehow racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to the cookie. All our problems would be solved."- Jerry, in "The Dinner Party"
We ended the evening with a little Biggest Loser. Fun, fun day.
boston.monday
I found a way to copy and paste...it took a little work, but yay!
This is the Boston Marathon....do you see the floods and floods of people running (in the next picture)? Craziness. They just kept coming and kept coming and kept coming.Not being a runner (yet...I have huge aspirations...just ask Julie and Rachel), I didn't know that some runners write their names on their shirts so that you can cheer for them.
So, if you're watching a running race, and you see a big "SUSAN" on someone's shirt, that means that they want you to yell their name and cheer them on.Needless to say, I cheered for a lot of people that I didn't know.
We were watching for Rachel's cousin, Erica, but we didn't see her. We did, however, see one of Erica's friends that we had met the day before. That was kind of exciting, and we cheered loudly for her!
We were around mile number 4, so everyone still looked pretty peppy when we saw them. I'm guessing that by mile 22 they would have looked like a whole different group!
Later that day, Rachel had to take her hubby to the airport. Julie and I ordered a Netflix movie on demand off of Rachel's computer.
***On a side note, I guess that you can be a Nexflix customer for like $8 a month and get a ton of movies on demand AND still get them in the mail too. I'm not a huge movie fan, but if you were renting more than a couple of movies a month, it would totally be worth it. They just hook their computer up to the t.v. and voila...instant movie.***
Julie and I ordered Bella and talked through the entire movie. We didn't watch any of it. We both decided that it LOOKED like a good movie. We'll have to catch it another time.
So, after Rachel came back home, we went for some pedicures. Julie got a manicure because she had just gotten a pedicure a week earlier. So, she snapped a shot of Rae and me.
The evening ended with a little shopping where I purchased a couple of cheap gifts for the kiddos. I thought maybe if I brought them something home that they would want me to go away more often. :)
And we ate dinner at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant called Harry's where the waitresses wore shirts that said, "Fried is a Food Group". I had crab cakes. Yummo. And we had dessert.
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