State of Obvious

Carly has topped the scales at NINE WHOLE POUNDS! Can you believe it? She still seems so tiny, and she is only 20 inches long which is fairly short. We discovered this at a Dr's appointment, along with the news that she has reflux. That would explain why she has spituponmom alot-osis . Poor kid can't keep her dinner in. She is doing alright despite that, and doesn't complain unless you aren't holding her 24/7....I know, I can see it coming too. She really doesn't cry much though, so it's ok if she squeaks at us now and again. Today I was talking to her and for a moment she gave me an "almost" smile. Don't be fooled, it is not the pictured "sleeping" smile that you see here. This was the kind of smile where she has the gleam in her eye, the lift in her cheeks, but you're still not sure if it's "gas". I was so thrilled, but then after the fleeting glimpse of heaven I questioned whether or not she meant to give me this smi...

We have a new passion in our house. Our "friend" Chuck recently bought us the game "World of Warcraft" and a two month membership. I say "friend" because this game has taken over our lives! Eric loves it, I love it, Joshua loves it, and I am sure in time Carly will love it too! It is really sad when you fight over playing a dumb game with your husband and your seven year old. "I get to play first", "No I called it in the car", "Yeah, well I called it in my sleep last night, so there". SAD. Eric says that "at least we're not out spending money". I guess that is true, and I try to think of that while I am playing at two in the morning and my eyeballs are about to pop out of my head. In the meantime, if any of you smiling happy people also happen to belong to the World of Warcraft Victims Society, make sure you drop us a "whisper" next time you're playing!

Poor Joshua! The Dr. called us back today to let us know the X Ray technician found a small fracture in his left pinky. So, to update his status - not "major injury" or "minor sprain", but "tiny fracture". He has to wear a splint for 14 days and then be re-xrayed. The splint infatuation has already worn off, but I think he'll make it through somehow....I see new toys in his future.

Joshua sustained his first " major injury " today. " Major injury " is a term his father came up with, it was more of a minor sprain. Joshua was running outside while playing with his friends. Not running around, just running. Apparently, his friend Max is Superman and can run way too fast (Josh's words). Joshua, however, is more like the 8th dwarf - Pokey. Not that he doesn't try hard. He really tries hard to be fast. In fact, this summer he bested his cousin Marion in a race and you would have thought he won an olympic medal - but I digress (I have always wanted to say that!). Today he was trying to be fast. I guess a stick in the yard felt that it wasn't right to allow him to set the new land speed record because it tripped him. What we heard from inside the house was something along the lines of " AHHHHHHH , OWWWWWWWWW , AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH , OOOOOOOOO " and so forth, but much more high pitched than I can type. Eric and I ran to the door and ...

She's here! Our new baby girl, Carly. And she came just when we thought she might never make it. We began the adoption process about a year and a half ago, hoping to adopt a child between the ages of two an five so that Joshua would have a playmate. We filled out paperwork, and more paperwork, and more paperwork. We forked over some money to get the whole ball rolling and then we waited.....................and we worried...................and we searched for just the right child to complete our family. We had a couple of false alarms, a couple of almost but not really's, a couple of at our rope's ends, and I almost gave up. Lucky for me, Eric wasn't ready too give up too. He said to hang in there, wait a while longer, keep hoping, and so I did - albeit with a heavy heart. Then suddenly, a phone call. A little girl had been born and she needed a family. She had a rough start, not all the best care and advantages that most babies have. Did we want her, they aske...

It's amazing how technology is smarter than we are. While creating my new web site, I found that I am deficient in the knowledge required to make said page appear on the net. Here I was, thinking I was "all that" and computer savvy too - I mean, c'mon! I even have a blog! It was sad when I figured out that my knowledge base is about the size of a sunflower seed out of its shell! I hate to think that I am becoming one of "those". You know, the guys with the cell phone the size of Texas. He thinks he's got the best model available and that he is on the cutting edge. In fact, the lady that lost her eye when he flipped it open is secretly laughing at him! Somehow, with a little help from my older brother, I managed to make a presentable if basic page. It is somewhat a mystery to me still - how it got there, who is looking at it, and why it actually worked when I was typing lots of random things like a href=my dog's behind. For now, I'll just have to ...

The older I get, the less time I have to stop and sniff the proverbial flowers. Every day, every week, every month seems a little busier and rushes by more quickly than the last. It must an aging phenomenom because I remember my parents complaining about the very same problem. A couple of years ago, while taking my son to preschool, I became so frustrated with how slowly he was walking. He had to stop and splash in the puddles, test out the ice, scrunch the grass, and partake in every obstacle that crossed our path. I kept saying "hurry up, walk faster" until another parent, noting my apparent lack of patience, said with a smile "I wish I still wanted to test the ice." This light hearted, yet very pointed comment brought me up short and it was a little easier to wait for my son after that. Even now, I wish I still had the fascination with the world that my son has. I wish I could see things with new eyes and appreciate them for their instrinsic worth and uniqueness...