Submitted by laura on Mon, 08/03/2009 - 01:54
Well, our computer died this past week. I don't know what happened; I don't know why it happened; but I do know when it happened--last Tuesday. Thankfully, my husband was able to format and re-install stuff (which we're still doing, but at least we have the minimum to have it function!) And a shout out has to go to John's brother who was so gracious to help him out by telling him what to do to fix it. Thank you! Thank you!
Submitted by laura on Fri, 07/24/2009 - 23:55
I have decided that I think it's time to try and put Henry on a schedule...albeit a loose schedule anyway. Something like this:
7:00am--Wake up
9:00am--Nap
1:00pm--Nap
4 or 5ish pm--Nap (only if he acts tired)
8:00pm--Bedtime
Submitted by laura on Mon, 07/20/2009 - 02:48
Today is our five year anniversary. In some ways, it doesn't feel like I could possibly have been married that long. And yet, in other ways, it seems like I've known my husband forever (in a good way, of course!) Alot has happened in the five years that we've been married. We've moved twice, bought a house, bought a car (my "mommy-mobile" as I call it), and had a baby; and that's just the big stuff that everybody thinks about going along with marriage! We're incredibly blessed.
Submitted by laura on Fri, 07/17/2009 - 02:53
Today was a good day. Henry took his naps like he needed to. He was happy. He played with his toys, throwing them around and banging them on the floor. He squealed like a dolphin, reaching new pitches and decibels. He smiled and laughed when I blew raspberries on his tummy. He ate apple at lunch, then nursed and fell asleep. He tried asparagus at supper and didn't spit it out (there is hope for the boy yet!)
Submitted by laura on Wed, 07/15/2009 - 02:52
There's a song by Casting Crowns that I have continually played over and over in my car for the last little bit. The name of it escapes me, but the chorus goes like this:
When I'm weak
You make me strong
When I'm blind
You shine Your light on me
Cuz I'll never get by
Submitted by laura on Sat, 07/11/2009 - 03:21
Henry has been especially crankly lately. Getting teeth is the hardest thing my little man has had to do. He's tired; I'm tired; and quite frankly, I've wondered many a time why anyone goes through this and decides to have more children! And then, in the midst of his not feeling good, he smiles and lights up my heart again. Yes, I'm still tired, but I do feel more refreshed...
Submitted by laura on Fri, 07/10/2009 - 19:27
John and I decided a few months ago that we wanted to begin solids with Henry by using something called Baby Led Weaning. Basically, it means that when your child turns 6 months old, you begin offering them food from your plate. Whatever you eat, you offer them. If they eat it, great, but more often than not, they just play with it at first. There's no feeding cereal or purees or mashing up food. Your baby eats what you eat.
Here are the pros and cons that I have already seen:
Submitted by laura on Wed, 07/08/2009 - 20:00
Staying at home with your child is definitely a calling. To make it work, you really have to want to do it, and even then, you still have your days where you wonder if you're crazy for doing it!
Submitted by laura on Tue, 07/07/2009 - 15:51
"Me singing is like playing Whac-a-mole." So says my darling husband about his singing ability. He says that sometimes he's on key (or as close as possible for him) and does pretty good singing the song. But sometimes he's way off and just never gets close, kinda like how when you play the Whac-a-mole game, sometimes you can hit all the moles as they pop up, and sometimes you miss every single one of them.
Submitted by laura on Wed, 07/01/2009 - 03:45
At John's work, they apparently have this system in place where you can "coach" someone that isn't doing something in a safe manner. Basically, it's their way of allowing their employees to police themselves and each other. And, if you're "coached" by someone, you're supposed to say "thank you" to basically avoid the issue going up the chain of command.