Bubble-licious!Happy Love Thursday. May all your days be gum-smackin', bubble-poppin', smiley fun.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Hello?
Is anybody out there?
So, I was thinking of actually writing here on a more regular basis. I mean every 3-4 months could be considered a "regular basis"... but maybe a more often regular basis.
So, I was thinking of actually writing here on a more regular basis. I mean every 3-4 months could be considered a "regular basis"... but maybe a more often regular basis.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
He's Here!
Well, it's only been, what, 4 months since I've written here?
And, because of these 4 months that have passed, you missed out on 3 months of my pregnancy.
You poor poor people (person?). But, here is my saving grace... I had a baby!!
So, as stated in the title: He's Here!
Jake Christopher was born on October 30th at 3:43 pm. (We do still call him Cubby as well)
He weighed in at 8 lbs 11 oz and was 21 3/4 inches long.
Today, that little man is two weeks old. Two whole weeks have passed right by me.
He is now 9 lbs and 22 1/4 inches long. He's already growing up too fast. *sob*
Without further ado, here is the sweet guy:
And, because of these 4 months that have passed, you missed out on 3 months of my pregnancy.
You poor poor people (person?). But, here is my saving grace... I had a baby!!
So, as stated in the title: He's Here!
Jake Christopher was born on October 30th at 3:43 pm. (We do still call him Cubby as well)
He weighed in at 8 lbs 11 oz and was 21 3/4 inches long.
Today, that little man is two weeks old. Two whole weeks have passed right by me.
He is now 9 lbs and 22 1/4 inches long. He's already growing up too fast. *sob*
Without further ado, here is the sweet guy:
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The Trampoline.
Here's a little something to brighten your day...
We're laying on the floor in my son's room waiting for Daddy to call (he's in Colorado this week). My wonderful son is playing with his new critters and decides they need to jump on the trampoline. Guess what he used as their trampoline? No, really. Guess. I dare you.
My tremendous tush. My bouncy broadening backside. My doube-wide derriere.
Yes, my friends, he used my ass as a trampoline for his critters.
We're laying on the floor in my son's room waiting for Daddy to call (he's in Colorado this week). My wonderful son is playing with his new critters and decides they need to jump on the trampoline. Guess what he used as their trampoline? No, really. Guess. I dare you.
My tremendous tush. My bouncy broadening backside. My doube-wide derriere.
Yes, my friends, he used my ass as a trampoline for his critters.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Connection
I've had a bit of an awakening this evening.
Connection.
The connections we make in life need to be nurtured, not put on hold and thought of later when we have more time. Because really? When do we have more time? What if there isn't more time?
My aunt, my only aunt, is dying. I was called tonight told that it would most likely be a matter of days. She is only in her 50s.
I was never good at keeping in touch with my Aunt. When we did talk, I loved it. When we were able to visit- it was wonderful. But for some reason, I always put writing or calling her on hold. I had more time, right? I would do it later. But later has arrived, and I have run out of time. I wrote a letter to her tonight. I asked my father to read it to her tomorrow, if it isn't too late.
My Aunt Patti,
I'm sitting here trying to come up with the words to write to tell you how much you mean to me. I am having trouble because I know I have not been the best at corresponding through the years. A few emails here, a note there, always a Christmas greeting- but I feel it was not enough. I am wracked with remorse and shame over my failure to let you know, the many times I should have, just how magnificent a person and how brilliant an Aunt I feel you are.
Now you are entering a new stage of life, and I am sad. I am so sad that I am not there to hold your hand one more time, to talk to you one more time, to listen to your great travel stories one more time. I know that you are embarking on life's greatest journey, but I am just wishing for a little more time. I am wishing for a little more time so you can at least hear my words read to you and know I love you. I truly do love you Aunt Patti. You are always in my heart.
Always,
Jeannie
Connection.
It's important to make those connections a priority. Nurture them. Don't wait until you have more time. That time may not come.
Update:
Aunt Patti passed this morning, 7/1/07, at 8:10 am. She didn't get my letter.
Connection.
The connections we make in life need to be nurtured, not put on hold and thought of later when we have more time. Because really? When do we have more time? What if there isn't more time?
My aunt, my only aunt, is dying. I was called tonight told that it would most likely be a matter of days. She is only in her 50s.
I was never good at keeping in touch with my Aunt. When we did talk, I loved it. When we were able to visit- it was wonderful. But for some reason, I always put writing or calling her on hold. I had more time, right? I would do it later. But later has arrived, and I have run out of time. I wrote a letter to her tonight. I asked my father to read it to her tomorrow, if it isn't too late.
My Aunt Patti,
I'm sitting here trying to come up with the words to write to tell you how much you mean to me. I am having trouble because I know I have not been the best at corresponding through the years. A few emails here, a note there, always a Christmas greeting- but I feel it was not enough. I am wracked with remorse and shame over my failure to let you know, the many times I should have, just how magnificent a person and how brilliant an Aunt I feel you are.
Now you are entering a new stage of life, and I am sad. I am so sad that I am not there to hold your hand one more time, to talk to you one more time, to listen to your great travel stories one more time. I know that you are embarking on life's greatest journey, but I am just wishing for a little more time. I am wishing for a little more time so you can at least hear my words read to you and know I love you. I truly do love you Aunt Patti. You are always in my heart.
Always,
Jeannie
Connection.
It's important to make those connections a priority. Nurture them. Don't wait until you have more time. That time may not come.
Update:
Aunt Patti passed this morning, 7/1/07, at 8:10 am. She didn't get my letter.
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