6.03.2008
Todays activities, and the boys room
6.02.2008
Bad days happen
So today was awful. An Alexander and the very bad day awful.
I couldnt get my car registered because Lucas is out of town and apparently we BOTH have to be there to sign something. Whatever. PLUS the form they told me I could get signed so I could avoid the road usage fees here (10 percent of the value of the car!) can NOT be used to avoid the road usage fees.(thanks for the notary and extra work dad, maybe I can frame it or something). Found all this out after waking the kids up early, making breakfast, getting everyone out the door and dressed BEFORE 8:45 am. THEN driving 30 minutes, having to stop and go into the bank (carrying Balin who had a fever)because the ATM was broken. Sheesh. Then I thought I would go visit with some friends, but no one came until I had to leave to get to my eye appointment. (I could really have used some girl time). AT my eye appointment the Doctor spent all of three minutes with me constantly asking if I remembered my prescription (because it would really help to know)and telling me how much money his oil wells make. Good for him. I personally am in contacts now that I'm fairly sure are a bit too strong. THEN! In line leaving wal mart some thick accented (swedish or something)red faced jerk decides to poke jokes at my children and comment to me "I see you have One big boy and one little one, but I can tell you arent done. Youve been busy!" (insert silent gasp)then continuing "Are you waiting on a boy or a girl?" I was waiting for the stupid line to end so I could run screaming! Now I know i'm curvy but sheesh... I've lost 30 pounds and no I dont care that you have twin boys and your youngest daughter is six, or that toys get more expensive the older they get. (Yes this is all conversation he tried to hold with me). So to make my life easier and to feel better we went for a comfort burger where I accidentally ordered the wrong number and ended up with this gigantic double burger. AAHHH. So tonight i'm going to go say my prayers and go to sleep and hope tomorrow starts out a little better!
It better because in the morning I start work, or get another child... however you want to look at it. Isabella will be here at 7:00 and my life as a mom of two and caregiver of three begins!
I couldnt get my car registered because Lucas is out of town and apparently we BOTH have to be there to sign something. Whatever. PLUS the form they told me I could get signed so I could avoid the road usage fees here (10 percent of the value of the car!) can NOT be used to avoid the road usage fees.(thanks for the notary and extra work dad, maybe I can frame it or something). Found all this out after waking the kids up early, making breakfast, getting everyone out the door and dressed BEFORE 8:45 am. THEN driving 30 minutes, having to stop and go into the bank (carrying Balin who had a fever)because the ATM was broken. Sheesh. Then I thought I would go visit with some friends, but no one came until I had to leave to get to my eye appointment. (I could really have used some girl time). AT my eye appointment the Doctor spent all of three minutes with me constantly asking if I remembered my prescription (because it would really help to know)and telling me how much money his oil wells make. Good for him. I personally am in contacts now that I'm fairly sure are a bit too strong. THEN! In line leaving wal mart some thick accented (swedish or something)red faced jerk decides to poke jokes at my children and comment to me "I see you have One big boy and one little one, but I can tell you arent done. Youve been busy!" (insert silent gasp)then continuing "Are you waiting on a boy or a girl?" I was waiting for the stupid line to end so I could run screaming! Now I know i'm curvy but sheesh... I've lost 30 pounds and no I dont care that you have twin boys and your youngest daughter is six, or that toys get more expensive the older they get. (Yes this is all conversation he tried to hold with me). So to make my life easier and to feel better we went for a comfort burger where I accidentally ordered the wrong number and ended up with this gigantic double burger. AAHHH. So tonight i'm going to go say my prayers and go to sleep and hope tomorrow starts out a little better!
It better because in the morning I start work, or get another child... however you want to look at it. Isabella will be here at 7:00 and my life as a mom of two and caregiver of three begins!
5.30.2008
To Mr. or Mrs. Gillette Wyoming
I added a site meter the other day out of curiosity to see if anyone actually checked this webpage. Sure enough they do:-). I've seen hits from all over the world, and all over the USA. Some I know or can at least assume are certain people. I am wondering though Mr. or Mrs. Gillette Wyoming... who are you? Seeing as how I spent four years of my early childhood there I keep wondering who checks my page from Wyoming? You keep coming back, thanks! Would you mind leaving me a message?
5.26.2008
Playing in the water
This weekend we visited my parents in Houston and found this fountain to play in! Balin LOVES the water, and was perfectly happy letting the jets get him right in the face! Enjoy!
5.22.2008
Memoirs of my dog.
Thought I would share my written!
Yiddish :Shayna Ponem English: Beautiful Face.
1989, Eleven year old boy with no friends. Living in a house new to him with rooms the size of his own personal gym. Brother wasn’t around to play with him, and his sisters too self absorbed to do anything other then play with dolls, or dress up. Mother always on the move and new boyfriend made him uneasy. It was May, the first weekend of May exactly. Unforgettable day, because every first weekend of May is Mayday. An all day event in Minneapolis that is suppose to celebrate the labor of earth. Every year the family would gather across the park where the event was held at an uncles house. The boys moms boyfriend walking up to the boy with this small cute dark puppy. It was no bigger then the boys two palms. It was very round with lots of extra skin on the legs and neck. Looking down at the boy, he said it was the family dog. It was a female; Shayna Pondem. Said it was a Rottweiler. Nieve in youth, that meant nothing to the boy. Nor was he prepared to how big she was going to get. Sure, he knew his other uncle in the family had an old Rott. But all she did was sit around and sleep. This puppy was black all over with socks of brown on all four feet, with a brown strip over the face. The grownups were telling stories that females are easier to train, and are sweeter than males.
Going back to the house, the family let the dog explore her new home. The floor was wood, and the puppy kept running to play, which caused her to slide across the room as if she was on ice. She would lick every ones face, and would not stop to say hello until she got her kiss. She wasn’t nervous, nor scared, she acting like she knew she was home.
Training went well, teaching her to ask to go outside. At first the family put her on a leash, but as years went by she grew bigger and stronger, and would break her leash in the yard. The family tried bigger wires and stronger bases to tie to, but nothing that would keep the young pup from staying in the yard. It wasn’t that she was running away. In fact, the family knew when she broke the rope by her full body jump on the glass window on the patio to ask to come in. She was then trained to go outside without a leash in the backyard. She would walk with the person whom took her out, do her job, and walk back inside with the family member.
But those years had many hardships with the pup becoming a monster size dog. She would love to cuddle up on laps like a little dog. And many couches went through a depression where the dog slept on the couch at night when everyone was asleep. As if the dogs weight broke the suspension on the couch. She would chew on anything she could get; shoes, hats, coats. The family learned to keep things up and away. Always given her balls and chew bones occupied her from getting into trouble. In fact, her favorite toy was a soccer ball, she would speak and kick the ball around with herself between her legs all day long.
Her love to play never calmed down. She loved tug-a-war with anything she could find. She loved tag. She would run up and down the stairs chasing all the children running in the house, even when her clumsy feet caused her to slip and slide into walls. When she caught up to the children running, she would just bunt her nose into their legs or even up their rear. She would walk around the house like looking for someone to play with, and would always be handing out hugs. The children did everything to her, dress her up, make her count as another person in a game by making her sit still or speak.
She did speak. She didn’t bark, it was like a gurgle with a pity whine. She would respond after a question, like she understood or like she would take the attention even if one just talked. She did bark, but only those moments where everything seemed to be alright, and she would bark like something spooked her. She would stand up and bark out the door or at a window. She would go to any person in the house if you told her to go get someone. She knew to go up the stairs and to their rooms. She would go upstairs/downstairs on demand. And she would sit and stay for as long as the words, “okay, or go” wasn’t said.
Time went on and the children grew up, took her to the lakes where she loved to swim. They would go to the parks, and she would run all over. Play all day, and when they got home, she would sleep for days. The dog got older, her knees got weaker. But it never stopped her from trying to play. The younger boys loved to wrestle with the dog, and she would just let them take her down. On the ground, she would just like their faces. Time went on and the family moved out and moved around. Every time a family member came to visit, she would jump up on her back legs and try to hug them. But no one got hurt, because they were ready for her to jump up. It became less frequent when her knees starting given out. She greeted everyone, and she would do anything to say hello. Once she got her head pet, she could lay down and go about her own business.
Her love for outdoors grew over years. She would go outside and run around. In the winter she would jump over the snow. In the Spring she would catch the rain with her mouth. In the summer, she would run and roll in the grass. In the Fall she would burry her face into leafs. Yet, she knew when it was time to go back in doors, and never tried to run away or explore outside the yard.
Years later, she got too old to run and play, but she was so sweet, the grand children could use her as a body pillow and she didn’t mind. She moved slow, but still loved to fight the pain and sneak on the couch. In her last days, she wanted to go outside more and more as her bladder got weaker and smaller. The young boy grew up and went home to help around the house after college. One day he went through the collections of dog chains that got thicker and bigger to stronger metals just to hold the big giant teddy bear dog. She would inch her way to his lap and allow him to pet her. Even when the boy now man was down stairs, she would find strength through her pain and crawl down the stairs. Even if that meant she got herself stuck on the lower level with the grown boy. One morning, The man woke up and the dog asked in her talking voice to go outside, the “please I need to go look” So the man opened the door, yet, this time with her weak body and deep breathing old soul, wasn’t able to get up and walk outside.
The man figured its better to let her go outside, then on herself and the floor. So he lifted her up and carried her to the yard on a nice patch of grass. It was a clear, warm day. Fresh smell of air, and clean spring feel. The dog looked up with a grin with a happy pant. Then she took a deep sigh and laid her head on the grass. There in front of the boy she died in peace, happy of her surroundings, satisfied with her life. The young man want shocked 13 years is a full life for a dog. She was ready and he sad. He cried over her petting her one last time. Then he had to go inside and tell the family.
Yiddish :Shayna Ponem English: Beautiful Face.
1989, Eleven year old boy with no friends. Living in a house new to him with rooms the size of his own personal gym. Brother wasn’t around to play with him, and his sisters too self absorbed to do anything other then play with dolls, or dress up. Mother always on the move and new boyfriend made him uneasy. It was May, the first weekend of May exactly. Unforgettable day, because every first weekend of May is Mayday. An all day event in Minneapolis that is suppose to celebrate the labor of earth. Every year the family would gather across the park where the event was held at an uncles house. The boys moms boyfriend walking up to the boy with this small cute dark puppy. It was no bigger then the boys two palms. It was very round with lots of extra skin on the legs and neck. Looking down at the boy, he said it was the family dog. It was a female; Shayna Pondem. Said it was a Rottweiler. Nieve in youth, that meant nothing to the boy. Nor was he prepared to how big she was going to get. Sure, he knew his other uncle in the family had an old Rott. But all she did was sit around and sleep. This puppy was black all over with socks of brown on all four feet, with a brown strip over the face. The grownups were telling stories that females are easier to train, and are sweeter than males.
Going back to the house, the family let the dog explore her new home. The floor was wood, and the puppy kept running to play, which caused her to slide across the room as if she was on ice. She would lick every ones face, and would not stop to say hello until she got her kiss. She wasn’t nervous, nor scared, she acting like she knew she was home.
Training went well, teaching her to ask to go outside. At first the family put her on a leash, but as years went by she grew bigger and stronger, and would break her leash in the yard. The family tried bigger wires and stronger bases to tie to, but nothing that would keep the young pup from staying in the yard. It wasn’t that she was running away. In fact, the family knew when she broke the rope by her full body jump on the glass window on the patio to ask to come in. She was then trained to go outside without a leash in the backyard. She would walk with the person whom took her out, do her job, and walk back inside with the family member.
But those years had many hardships with the pup becoming a monster size dog. She would love to cuddle up on laps like a little dog. And many couches went through a depression where the dog slept on the couch at night when everyone was asleep. As if the dogs weight broke the suspension on the couch. She would chew on anything she could get; shoes, hats, coats. The family learned to keep things up and away. Always given her balls and chew bones occupied her from getting into trouble. In fact, her favorite toy was a soccer ball, she would speak and kick the ball around with herself between her legs all day long.
Her love to play never calmed down. She loved tug-a-war with anything she could find. She loved tag. She would run up and down the stairs chasing all the children running in the house, even when her clumsy feet caused her to slip and slide into walls. When she caught up to the children running, she would just bunt her nose into their legs or even up their rear. She would walk around the house like looking for someone to play with, and would always be handing out hugs. The children did everything to her, dress her up, make her count as another person in a game by making her sit still or speak.
She did speak. She didn’t bark, it was like a gurgle with a pity whine. She would respond after a question, like she understood or like she would take the attention even if one just talked. She did bark, but only those moments where everything seemed to be alright, and she would bark like something spooked her. She would stand up and bark out the door or at a window. She would go to any person in the house if you told her to go get someone. She knew to go up the stairs and to their rooms. She would go upstairs/downstairs on demand. And she would sit and stay for as long as the words, “okay, or go” wasn’t said.
Time went on and the children grew up, took her to the lakes where she loved to swim. They would go to the parks, and she would run all over. Play all day, and when they got home, she would sleep for days. The dog got older, her knees got weaker. But it never stopped her from trying to play. The younger boys loved to wrestle with the dog, and she would just let them take her down. On the ground, she would just like their faces. Time went on and the family moved out and moved around. Every time a family member came to visit, she would jump up on her back legs and try to hug them. But no one got hurt, because they were ready for her to jump up. It became less frequent when her knees starting given out. She greeted everyone, and she would do anything to say hello. Once she got her head pet, she could lay down and go about her own business.
Her love for outdoors grew over years. She would go outside and run around. In the winter she would jump over the snow. In the Spring she would catch the rain with her mouth. In the summer, she would run and roll in the grass. In the Fall she would burry her face into leafs. Yet, she knew when it was time to go back in doors, and never tried to run away or explore outside the yard.
Years later, she got too old to run and play, but she was so sweet, the grand children could use her as a body pillow and she didn’t mind. She moved slow, but still loved to fight the pain and sneak on the couch. In her last days, she wanted to go outside more and more as her bladder got weaker and smaller. The young boy grew up and went home to help around the house after college. One day he went through the collections of dog chains that got thicker and bigger to stronger metals just to hold the big giant teddy bear dog. She would inch her way to his lap and allow him to pet her. Even when the boy now man was down stairs, she would find strength through her pain and crawl down the stairs. Even if that meant she got herself stuck on the lower level with the grown boy. One morning, The man woke up and the dog asked in her talking voice to go outside, the “please I need to go look” So the man opened the door, yet, this time with her weak body and deep breathing old soul, wasn’t able to get up and walk outside.
The man figured its better to let her go outside, then on herself and the floor. So he lifted her up and carried her to the yard on a nice patch of grass. It was a clear, warm day. Fresh smell of air, and clean spring feel. The dog looked up with a grin with a happy pant. Then she took a deep sigh and laid her head on the grass. There in front of the boy she died in peace, happy of her surroundings, satisfied with her life. The young man want shocked 13 years is a full life for a dog. She was ready and he sad. He cried over her petting her one last time. Then he had to go inside and tell the family.
Steven Curtis Chapman
I just read the news about the Chapmans daughter. Growing up in the church, Chapman was probably the first major Christian music example I had. His music ministered to me in many different events of my life. To hear that their family is going through such a trauma is heartbreaking. Especially that its the loss of his little girl, his five year old. I find myself praying for the son. With the publicity of this tragedy he will not be left alone. We need to pray for his protection. It was an accident. His heart is broken for his sister and we need to pray protection for him. He will need to heal and grieve without media attention. Without accusation.
5.21.2008
Balins first ten months
I found this remix function on photobucket and decided to try it out. The options are fairly limited, but easy to use. the music is provided by an independednt music source, so again limited. I thought this song was sweet though and captured the joy of my summer baby! Enjoy!
5.20.2008
Adoption blogging

Today I recieved this awesome surprise in the mail. My dear friend Becky had warned me something great was coming and my mind immediately jumped to baby anouncements. No shes not preggo. Lucas then suggested maybe she was sending an adoption fundraiser letter. That would be great too, but no. Instead it was this awesome bag! I pulled it it out and thought, really cute bag. Look it has Africa on it! Then I read her card. A family in Iowa that she had run across while reading adoption blogs was selling these as a fundraiser. Usually they have a heart on the Africa where Sierra Leone is, the home of their beautiful twins who are awaiting their homecoming. She had them put the heart on mine over Tanzania. So special, so sweet. I went online to look at their blog and have spent as much of my free time tonight reading it as possible! They call it The Intersection. The blog itself is beautifully done and the mothers writing about her children is poignant and humerous. They are in a very difficult moment awaiting word on their travel visas, the final step to go claim their children and bring them home. Please join with me and pray for Gods swift hand!
****The LANDERS ARE IN AFRICA! PRAY FOR SAFETY AND A QUICK RETURN!*******
5.19.2008
At the park/The day the camera died
Thes pics are from a park we found here that has a huge sand pit with "rocks" to climb. Its really well done. Ayden can learn to boulder! tee hee, Balin like to eat the sand. We have been going as much as possible so we get that "been to the beach" feeling with sand in diapers and ground into our hair. Lots of fun!
5.18.2008
teething, mno and spiderman
So the tooth turned into a not so much fun experience. Ayden was always cranky when teething, but Balin has a way of yelling at you that can be quite unnerving. Fortunately the tooth is gettting a good way out and not bothering him so much. Hopefully the next one will not be bad so bad! We had a really great weekend. Lucas will be home for eight days over the next month, and will have to be working in the field as much as he can over those days. So we took this weekend for some family time. Friday night I got to go out with the moms group I joined. We went to a paint your opwn pottery place and had yummy food and conversation. Saturday we slept in (yay) and then went to the boardwalk. We kept grummpy tooth baby awake all morning and took Ayden to an early showing of Prince Caspian. Balin fell asleep as planned and we all enjoyed the movie! Ayden has been listening to the Narnia series on cd for his rest times, so he was looking forward to the movie. Then we had dinner at IHOP and walked around enjoying the cool weather while it lasts! Most of our other freetime was spent playing on the Wii which we normally don't do much of. Ayden is aparently quite good at it and he and his Daddy mkust have beat some important level because the first thing Ayden said to me when we woke up on Saturday was "WE BEAT RHINO!" Great! :-). It's a victory. Oh and on Friday afternoon I got plants! I've been frustrated not having a backyard or nice home decor so we bought houseplants! Now the living room smells like potting soil instead of poopy diaper! (I promise its a step up). Anyway, now I have something green to try to keep alive. We'll see how that goes.
5.12.2008
I see a tooth!!!
We've been waiting for Balin to get a tooth for what seems like forever! He's been drooling for weeks and finally this afternoon his first tooth broke through! Yay! Its one on the bottom in the front. I think the one next to it will come through at any time as well. Now I know why he wont bite on anything today!
5.11.2008
Dedication Sunday

Today was Baby Dedication Sunday at our church. For those of you unfamiliar with it its similar to infant Baptism in that it is a profession of our faith and commitment to raise Balin in a Christian home, teaching him in the Lord. The commitment is two handed, we as a family commit to provide him the opportunity to learn about the Lord by praying with him, teaching him and taking him to church. The other hand is the church commiting to provide a safe and loving home to bring him to. There were 23 families who participated! I've never been a member of a church this large, so that surprised me. They did a really sweet slideshow with pictures of the babies and introduced all the families. Afterwards they gave the babies little "gifts." One was a chocolate bar personalized with his name and the vers "Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6 The other gift was a small white bible engraved with his name. What a special mothers day this has been. I am blessed with two healthy children. What more could I ask for?
5.10.2008
My new job title
JUST A MOM?
> > A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's
office,
> > was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
> >
> > She hesitated, uncertain how t o classify herself.
> >
> > 'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
> > 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
> >
> > 'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.
> >
> > 'I'm a Mom.'
> >
> > 'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
> > 'housewife' covers it,'
> > Said the recorder emphatically.
> >
> >
> > I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
> > in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
> > The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
> > efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
> > 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'
> >
> > 'What is your occupation?' she probed.
> >
> > What made me say it? I do not know.
> > The words simply popped out.
> > 'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
> > Child Development and Human Relations.'
> >
> > The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
> > looked up as though she had not heard right.
> >
> > I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
> > Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
> > in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
> >
> > 'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
> > 'just what you do in your field?'
> >
> > Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
> > I heard myself reply,
> > 'I have a continuing program of research,
> > (what mother doesn't)
> > In the laboratory and in the field,
> > (normally I would have said indoors and out).
> > I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole
family)
> > and already have four credits (all daughters).
> > Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
> > (any mother care to disagree?)
> > and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
> > But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
> > and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'
> >
> > There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
> > completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
> >
> > As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
> > I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
> > Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
> > (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
> > testing out a new vocal pattern.
> > I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
> > And I had gone on the official records as someone more
> > distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'
> > Motherhood!
> >
> > What a glorious career!
> > Especially when there's a title on the door.
> >
> > Does this make grandmothers
> > ' Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and
> > Human Relations'
> > And great grandmothers
> > 'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
> > I think so!!!
> > I also think it makes Aunts '
> > Associate Research Assistants.'
> > A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's
office,
> > was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
> >
> > She hesitated, uncertain how t o classify herself.
> >
> > 'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
> > 'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
> >
> > 'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.
> >
> > 'I'm a Mom.'
> >
> > 'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
> > 'housewife' covers it,'
> > Said the recorder emphatically.
> >
> >
> > I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
> > in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
> > The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
> > efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
> > 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'
> >
> > 'What is your occupation?' she probed.
> >
> > What made me say it? I do not know.
> > The words simply popped out.
> > 'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
> > Child Development and Human Relations.'
> >
> > The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
> > looked up as though she had not heard right.
> >
> > I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
> > Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
> > in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
> >
> > 'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
> > 'just what you do in your field?'
> >
> > Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
> > I heard myself reply,
> > 'I have a continuing program of research,
> > (what mother doesn't)
> > In the laboratory and in the field,
> > (normally I would have said indoors and out).
> > I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole
family)
> > and already have four credits (all daughters).
> > Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
> > (any mother care to disagree?)
> > and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
> > But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
> > and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'
> >
> > There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
> > completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
> >
> > As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
> > I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
> > Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
> > (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
> > testing out a new vocal pattern.
> > I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
> > And I had gone on the official records as someone more
> > distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'
> > Motherhood!
> >
> > What a glorious career!
> > Especially when there's a title on the door.
> >
> > Does this make grandmothers
> > ' Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and
> > Human Relations'
> > And great grandmothers
> > 'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
> > I think so!!!
> > I also think it makes Aunts '
> > Associate Research Assistants.'
5.09.2008
57 states
so I have no comment on the election or who should be in the white house. Heaven knows we all make "misstatements" but this is great. hysterical actually.
5.07.2008
Language
I majored in English and although my spelling is horrible and my typing worse, I have a big appreciation for vocabulary. I love finding new words, or reading stories that make use of creative vocabulary. I have come to realize though in raising children it is indeed the simple words that mean the most. We have started really listening to Balin and these are the words we believe he is saying. Words that are more "million dollar" than any I have heard before.
Dad / Daddy/ Dada
Dog (any fuzzy animal)(he loves Lucy)
Duck
Ball
bye-bye
bottle
AAAAYYYNNNN (Ayden)
Mummmm mumum (mom)
We are trying to teach him sign, but he prefers to try to speak instead and looks at me like I'm crazy when I show him signs. Ayden on the other hand loves to yell "mom I'm this" from the other room so that I have to go look, when he can talk like a third grader when he wants to. Communication. A precious gift.
Dad / Daddy/ Dada
Dog (any fuzzy animal)(he loves Lucy)
Duck
Ball
bye-bye
bottle
AAAAYYYNNNN (Ayden)
Mummmm mumum (mom)
We are trying to teach him sign, but he prefers to try to speak instead and looks at me like I'm crazy when I show him signs. Ayden on the other hand loves to yell "mom I'm this" from the other room so that I have to go look, when he can talk like a third grader when he wants to. Communication. A precious gift.
5.03.2008
First steps
Last night Lucas got home around 8;00pm. Within ten mintues Balin took his first steps!! I got all teary, of course and we all celebrated. How is my nine and a half month old wlaking? He's so short! It is so exciting to see him growing so fast. He started clapping today as well!
5.01.2008
Happy May day!
Today marks three years from Lucas's proposal.. the weekend of it at least. It is amazing how fast time goes by. Balin tried feeding himself for the first time with a spoon this morning. It is so cute to watch him take on things like that. When I first handed him the spoon he stuck it in his mouth (empty) and looked at me like I was crazy! The I heped him try dipping his spoon in his yogurt a few times, and he actually fed himself a few bites.
4.27.2008
My Grandfather


I found these pictures this past week at my parents house going through all the old photo albums. I do not remember having seen these before. I teared up actually when I found them and showed them to my mother. Something about these two photos captures everything I remember and love about my grandfather, Gilbert Eugene Miers. I remember the way he smelled, like chewing tobacco and tabasco sauce. I remember plaing with the hair on his forarms while we watched baseball, the news or soap operas in the afternoon. I vividly remember Friday trips to the grocery store. Once I walked away with a different grandpa, only to realize my mistake and turn around. I remember that he took great pride in his flowers and the yard around their home. He was always outside as much as possible. There was always the inevitable stop at the fruit stand for among other important items, cantelope. He would eat this cantelope at what seemed every meal, covered in salt, often accompanied by a huge pile of eggs with salt and pepper and tabasco. Another favorite was cake with butter. He wasn't a perfect parent, as none of us are, but with age came wisdom and knowledge. The most important lesson: to show his love. I can not remember a single visit where he did not take me to a picture of myself and tell me "that is the prettiest girl in the world." That was the last thing he told me. That and that the girl in the picture could do anything with her life that she wanted. He has been gone about ten years now and how I wish he could see where that girl has gone...He would love these boys.
4.22.2008
4.19.2008
Colorado baby
My Ayden is in Colorado this week visiting his dad. I am in Houston and missing him! I am trying to enjoy the time with Balin though. I know I don't get all that much one on one time with him. I'll be here at my parents all week, so say hi! I'm gonna be lonely! (Everyone else will be working and Lucas went home today)
4.14.2008
Ayden's birthday party: My Favorite Things
Turning five
This is a picture taken of Ayden a few years ago. He has grown so much. This weekend we celebrated his fifth birthday with my parents at the Houston Zoo. the next morning we had a little party for him with Destiny and a little girl, Ryann who lives across the street from my parents. We called the theme "Aydens favorite things. As soon as I figure out how to use my parents Mac I will post photos of his Do-nut cake and Transformers!
4.09.2008
Ayden quotes
"I don't want to be a human anymore. I didnt know it would be like this"
Mom: Ayden- Hanna Montanna is on American Idol Ayden: "Thats because their giving back kids mom"
Mom: Ayden- Hanna Montanna is on American Idol Ayden: "Thats because their giving back kids mom"
4.07.2008
4.03.2008
Balin is sick, AGAIN
So we just can not seem to get healthy around here. Balin was great yesterday, happy and friendly. Then he went to sleep. hard. Usually B wakes up by about 2 for a bottle. (I know shame on me). Last night he stayed asleep and at 9 this morning was still completely knocked out. When I woke him up I noticed he felt warm and sure enough 102. Yay for Lucas's job and YAY for no more medicaid. I called his doctor.. as in the same one he saw last time we went in and he ould see us, right then. Amazing. On medicaid it would have gone like this. Sick baby, go to doctor office, wait three hours, see either new doctor (most likely intern) or the nurse practitioner. Get immediate prescription for antibiotics and told to go home. IF not like last time I walked in and was told "we have no more doctors." So anyway, itwas really nice to have a sick baby and to be able to get medical treatment for him. He has a cold, and possibly an ear infection.
4.01.2008
Bienvenue Avril!!
Today is the first day of April, one of my favorite months. This month my first child will turn 5! FIVE. Five years ago I was just me, alone and by myself and now five years later my precious little mystery will be five. This month my little baby will be nine months old, hardly an infant he is starting to try to take steps literally and figuratively into early childhood. This same month my husband will complate the first half of his training program and be one month closer to that all important "promotion" or guarantee of career stability that comes at the end of this. Today I met with some ladies from a local moms group I have joined for the first time. I have stepped out of my comfort zone and decided to meet them where they go.. the library, the playground. Today was at the indoor play structure at our church (the moms group is not associated with my church, but the church has a gigantic indoor play structure that is open to the public during certain times) and the local science museum. I had a ton of fun and really enjoyed getting to know some other mamas. I've never done this before. I've been a mom for five years, but this is the first time I'm really plugging in with other moms socially and not just because I take care of their children at school. I welcome the rain that is falling outside, and the thunderstorms of this month because at the end of April all these things will have come to pass.
3.28.2008
3.26.2008
Balin got the bug
My sweet little tiny baby is sick. He just threw up more than I've ever seen a baby get sick :-( Pray for healing!
3.25.2008
Easter
This easter was Balins first, and lets just say it was imperfect. We arrived home from our trip just before midnight the night before and got the kids and ourselves to bed. Balin had had several blow out diapers the day before, one very special one at the aiport resulting in his stroller getting wrapped up in a trash bag. We woke up and started to get ready for church. I had outfits picked out, but we wore them to the wedding so I put the boys in Hawaiian button down shirts and called it good. Within an hour Balin had allready had two VERY runny stinky diapers and was acting very cranky and sleepy so the decision was made to send Lucas and Ayden to church and I would stay home with Stinky Pants. That afternoon I was extra sleepy, which I figured was due to our trip, but by bedtime I was sick and stayed sick until yesterday afternoon. Balin started throwing up bottles and by dinner Ayden had joined our party. Today we are all feeling better. Today should have been Easter. We certainly feel resurected.
3.23.2008
Day of the Wedding, groomsmen getting ready
Day one, crashing at the hotel in Austin
Mukwa got Married!
This week we went to Mukwa's wedding and had a great trip! There was a bit of a rocky trip with the Dallas Airport closing, but after a day of unexpected travel we got to Minnesota and had a wonderful time! Here is a bit of a photo journal describing the trip..
Day one, Tuesday. We drove to Tyler Texas, about 1 1/2 hours from here and took a commuter flight to Dallas. It was awful. Ayden got sick within ten minutes, I was certain I would......

Now the flight was delayed about 45 minutes due to a "computer crash" as the gate agent worded the situation. not the right phrase for an airport, but whos being picky?

Seven hours later and we are waiting for my Dad ****THANKS DAD***** to come pick us up. He happened to be in Dallas for a meeting and volunteered to drive us to Austin where we slept for four hours and got up to go on another flight.. flew to Chicago and then FINALLY made it to Minnesota. We were so happy to finally see everyone though we did not care. I would like to comment here that I have AMAZING children. There was hardly any complaining the entire time. They both slept on the planes and put up with everyting beautifully. I am a very blessed mama.
Day one, Tuesday. We drove to Tyler Texas, about 1 1/2 hours from here and took a commuter flight to Dallas. It was awful. Ayden got sick within ten minutes, I was certain I would......
Now the flight was delayed about 45 minutes due to a "computer crash" as the gate agent worded the situation. not the right phrase for an airport, but whos being picky?
Seven hours later and we are waiting for my Dad ****THANKS DAD***** to come pick us up. He happened to be in Dallas for a meeting and volunteered to drive us to Austin where we slept for four hours and got up to go on another flight.. flew to Chicago and then FINALLY made it to Minnesota. We were so happy to finally see everyone though we did not care. I would like to comment here that I have AMAZING children. There was hardly any complaining the entire time. They both slept on the planes and put up with everyting beautifully. I am a very blessed mama.
3.16.2008
Parental visit
Today my parents drove up from Houston, spent a few hours with us and drove back. Crazy people. It was really great to see them though. We havent had time to just relax together in over two months. Since then Balin has started crawling, pulling up, trying to stand on his own and cruising around the room. We had lunch on the Louisiana Boardwalk which is an awesome place to go hang out. Its an outdoor outlet mall with restraunts and entertainment. Theres a dancing fountain and a carousel. Great food too, a Buffalo wild wings, Joes Crab shack, salt grass steakhouse. Lucas and I actually went for the first time yesterday, but I have a feeling I'll be spending LOTS of time there now. The weather was perfect, sunny and cool with a gentle breeze. Great day.
3.12.2008
Lousiana, first impressions
We have now been living in this new territory for over a month. So far I have noticed a strange but distinct contradiction. The people here are the nicest and kindest I have ever met, except when they are not. Huh? Take driving for instance. One car will be carefully driving five miles BELOW the speed limit in the right hand lane while car number two zips and zooms around them. I have been invited to church while standing in the grocery store line and (this really happened)watched an elderly gentleman call another elderly gentleman a red neck (in a very non humerous way) while waiting in line at the deli counter. For the most part people are very friendly. My current theory is that people become their weather's personality. Think about it... People in California are laid back, calm, with the occasional violent earthquake like moment. (As seen with political "causes".) People in New York are Cold and hurried, but stable and predictable, productive. Texas goes big and windy, with a frequent disregard for the outcome of actions. Northern Lousianians are as unpredictable as their weather. Today is beautiful and sunny, around eighty degrees. Friendly, hospitable, lets go meet the neighbors weather. Last Friday was below forty and it snowed all day.... Now I know my husband is the scientist, but I think I may be on to something here.
Balin is eight months old
Balin turned eight months old yesterday and he's growing so fast it scares me! This afternoon I was playing with his standing and let go.... he didnt sit down for over seven seconds. (Thats a long time if youve never had a baby...) I bet this little guy will be taking steps before the end of the month! WHOA.. slow down kiddo. I love having a baby... I'm not ready for a toddler!
3.04.2008
Return to blogging, return to me
I stopped blogging a while ago because I decided no one really read this and no one was benefiting or interested in what I was saying. I'm not a politicians wife, or a mother of a special needs child. I'm not an avid photographer or artist. I don't know whos "hip" with music these days. I don't pay much attention to politics or pop culture. And then I realized. I did not blog for others just as I never journaled for others, nor wrote poetry or music for others. This is for me. My place to tell you that my children are beautiful, my life is blessed and my belly fat. I can discuss the way Hawthorne affected society or the poor result of beating madelein dough for too long. I know where Texas big hair went... maybe I'll tell you about that too if you stick around long enough. So if you want, leave me a note. Let me know you read this and I'll start finding my way back to the girl who's writing was once called "quirky." Maybe I'll just find my way back to writing. Maybe I'll just find.
2.12.2008
1.19.2008
Liz is in China picking up Mei!! check out her website at http://www.bringingmeihome.blogspot.com/ Lucas started his new job this week. We are still in Houston while he trains, but will be heading up to Bossier City in just a couple of weeks! Ayden is so excited he askes me every day if today is the day. I feel so blessed right now with everything falling into place. Thank You Lord for your provision.
12.19.2007
EMPLOYED!
Lucas officially has a job with BJ Services. We will be moving to Bossier City Louisiana by the end of January! I guess that makes us the Ark-La-Tex Tilsens!
11.28.2007
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