Friday, April 29, 2011

Bugaboo's dedication

Info for family and friends:
We will be dedicating Bugaboo to the Lord Sunday, May 29 at the 9 AM service at E.T.  What is a baby dedication? It is where The Hubs and I are making a formal promise to raise him in a godly way - to be committed to Jesus and to each other and to set a sincere example for him.
 When I lived in Arizona, the church I attended had a neat dedication service in which the pastor gave the babies letters he had written for them that were to be given to them when they made a decision to follow Jesus. I always thought that was very special. Just like I requested with Bubby, I am asking anyone who wants to write one to write Bugaboo a letter that he will read when he decides for himself to make Jesus his Lord and Savior. You can send it via email or snail mail. 
If you didn't get a chance to write a letter to Bubby when he was dedicated (or you procrastinated - you know who you are, haha!) and wish to do so, go ahead and send one for him too.


sidenote: We will be celebrating Bubby's second birthday that weekend as well - not sure which day we'll do that... more details to come

help support adoption

I know many people who read my blog have a heart for children and for adoption.  I know God has been tugging on my heart about adoption for awhile now, and though I am not sure how that will play out in my life with specifics, I know I want to do my part.  Here is what my part looks like today:
My friend from college, Derek, and his wife, Alissa, are in the process of adopting a little girl named Kayle from Russia.  Read their story here. Derek is a great guy with a heart for God, a generous spirit for people, and a wicked sense of humor.  If you want to donate to help them bring little Kaylee home as soon as possible go here for more details.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

on princesses

 I am not a fru-fru girl, nor was I growing up.  I wasn't a tomboy either. Just your average girl-next-door, similarish to Bella Swan, but a tad more coordinated, and without Volvo-driving vampires (or shirtless werewolves) falling in love with me.
But all the talk of Will and Kate's wedding makes me become a fru-fru sort of girl.
I want to be a princess.
With a big, fancy, televised wedding with music and cake and pomp and circumstance.
And a fabulous castle to live in (Do they live in a castle?  I don't even know.)
And a fairy god-mother.  (Okay, I KNOW she doesn't have that.)

I may be thirty and a mom of two little boys, but I still (not-so-)secretly wouldn't mind some "puffed-sleeves, sparkly-tiaras, glass-slippers, SoThisIsLove" moments.

But I would settle for a white-picket-fence-house-in-the-country-with-a-fabulous-set-of-china-and-a-garden-in-the-backyard life.  How much bippidity-boppity-boo will it take to get me some of that? :)



But I wouldn't trade my life with these three guys for all the castles and glass slippers or even all of the white picket fences in the world.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

asking and waiting

The Hubs woke me up at 5:30 this morning with a potential household problem.  I did not cry or cuss or have any other overly emotional reaction, although I did feel like I could throw up.  I googled how to fix our potential problem, made some phone calls once the business day started, prayed A LOT that God would make the problem be nothing or help us through it somehow.  And then I went about my day of household productivity, and every time I had a negative thought about our potential problem I prayed and focused on the positive.  This does not come naturally to me.  Well, the praying sort of does - but usually my prayers are more questions/complaints/whines - optimism, unfortunately, is a battle for me.

Yesterday I was reading in Alicia Chole's book, Intimate Conversations on how Abraham, David, and Jeremiah questioned God.  Alicia writes, "They asked...and then remembered God's Word. They asked...and then listened for God's voice. They asked...and then they waited. ...We ask...and then remember our troubles. We ask...and then listen to other voices. We ask...and then we leave. Do I want to cultivate resentment and arrogance or do I want to cultivate dependence and humility?"
But by the grace of God I battled away today... asking. waiting. trusting. waiting.
Then at 2:00 we found out our problem did not exist.  Praise. The. Lord.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Bugaboo's first Easter

 A few pictures from Easter:
Looking to see what the bunny brought Mommy and Daddy...er... I mean Bubby and Bugaboo
At Uncle Fman's and Auntie Missa's - 
Bubby had a great time and Bugaboo slept through most of the festivities.

Egg hunt with fur-cousin, Sasha.

my sweet boys


MM 531-549

The perfectionist in me wants to write paragraphs about this rainy weekend and post pictures of our Easter festivities, but since this is my sixth attempt at posting this morning, a plain old list will have to suffice for now as the dryer hums, the rain pitter-pats, and Bubby's blocks clatter on this cozy gray morning of sweatpants and footie pajamas.
531. The Hubs home ahead of nasty storms due to client cancellations
532. decisions made about the next two years...unless we get some Divine intervention
533. phone calls during naptime from my best friend on her Spring Break
534. surprise Easter baskets that The Hubs put together for the boys because he knows I'm all about the significant and sentimental and celebration
535. egg hunt and play-do in an Easter basket from Fman and Missa (Chow&Me)
536. puppy-cousin kisses
537. turkey dinner instead of ham (love me some turkey) with my bro and sis-in-law
538. tears welling up singing "Crown Him With Many Crowns" and "Up From The Grave He Arose"
539. feeling thirty watching the youth group do a beautiful dance routine
540. Reese's peanut butter eggs
541. chocolate strawberry trifle from ruined chocolate cake
542. homemade dinner rolls success
543. Bugaboo sleeping through the entire Easter service
544. visits from friends
545. unexpected provision in the mail
546. forgiveness and mercy and grace
547. the power of the cross
548. the victory of the empty tomb
549. the hope of abundant life on this earth and for eternity

Thursday, April 21, 2011

simple things

Bugaboo was laying on the floor on his back in a desperate but happy attempt to roll from back to front.  He wants to so desperately, but he cannot yet.  All smiles and kicks and coos, I lay beside him to chat.  Bubby toddled over and moves in between - not out of jealousy, but to share his toy frog and his toy phone.  He got down on his belly and then his side to converse with his brother in baby language - Bugaboo at the beginning of using it and Bubby phasing out.  And as much as I want to grab my camera to capture this moment, so tender and joyful, I stay and soak it in, my sons conversing in a way that will only last for this season.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

some inspired randomness

I have a somewhat serious post on my heart, but I don't have the words.  Don't worry - it's nothing alarming or bad, just of the more serious nature.  So that will have to wait.
Instead I have been inspired by Ostriches Look Funny's random post to fill up some space with some randomness of my own.


I have been on a baking kick.  I made some pretty awesome banana muffins the other day. (I added nutmeg and vanilla.) And today I tried my hand at strawberry scones, which turned out mighty tasty and not dry like some scones.  I had never made a scone before, so I was pretty proud of myself.  The only bad thing is the recipe only makes six, and I won't tell you how many I've consumed today.


I rearranged our living room furniture the other day.  I think I like it.  I do not like the big hole that Penny chewed in our couch that I don't know how to fix and cannot seem to hide.  I do not miss that dog.  I miss Ebby, but not Penny.


I love that a friend and one of her sons were able to stop by to visit today - the type of friend that understands why there are lots of fingerprints all over the coffee table.  I love that for a brief moment we spied our toddlers "reading" a book together. Wish I could have grabbed the camera.

Bugaboo had a great "minimal spit up day" yesterday.  But today has been the opposite.  There is no rhyme or reason to his episodes.  He has also been very "nappy" today - as in sleeping most of the afternoon thanks to the amazing Moby Wrap.  And he is even dozing now (on me) without it.

Bubby is very into wrestling right now.  If you are on the ground for any reason, such as picking up discarded cheerios or lost puzzle pieces, he will attack. He had a great time attacking The Hubs last night after he got home from work (The Hubs, not Bubby - he is too young to get a job yet).


Bubby is also very into moving the front rug. Just minutes after I vacuum.  And it doesn't matter that I shake out the rug.  There are still specks of dirt that I can't beat out, but somehow easily come out when my son drags it around the room.

Some other random thoughts:
I am digging Twilight the book even MORE than the movie (if you can't say nothin' nice, don't say nothin' at all) - I had to renew it from the library because with two kiddos I can't read as quickly as I once did. 
I had a horrible dream last night about having to get my impacted wisdom tooth removed and that it was going to cost $28,000.  The price was more of a nightmare than the pain.
I really want pizza for dinner tonight even though I have Ritz chicken on the menu.  Pizza sounds much better.
I know I have more randomness to share, but Bubby is waking up from his nap now. So this will have to do. :)

Monday, April 18, 2011

MM 522-530


Over the last few weeks, two childhood friends have experienced the worst kind of loss. Loss of a brother and loss of a daughter.  I cannot fathom the pain and sadness they each are experiencing. What right have I to focus on what I think I lack rather than all I have?  It is always easy to compare myself with those who have more, those who seem to have it all, those who appear to have what I want.

I heard a sobering statistic yesterday.  Seventy-plus percent of American dogs are overweight.  Our family pets have an over-abundance, yet in this country and around the world children do not have enough to eat.  What am I doing about it?  And how much more should I count and remember to be thankful for  each gift I have been given?

522. quiet times while the boys somehow nap simultaneously

523. sunny afternoons and a backyard to play in

524. chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven
525. signs of summer

526. husband working hard to make my dreams come true

527. Bubby and Bugaboo sleeping until 8:00 on Saturday -- how did they know to do that?
528. furniture rearranged for a free change in the living room
529. rolling over milestone
530. request for "Pop Pop" (Hop on Pop) to be read over and over and how it has Uncle Chow's name on the inside cover







Saturday, April 16, 2011

left foot, left foot, right foot, right

I have worn the same size shoe since eighth or ninth grade.

Until this month.

When I noticed my tennis shoes (or as some people call them, sneakers) seemed a little snug.  And today I noticed they were not just snug, but my toes were actually curled up.  YUCK!  So I tried on all of the shoes in my closet.  A few still fit okay, but sadly, most were too small.
It seems I have become part of the "my feet grew from pregnancy" club.
I will not be part of the "I will have my toes hang over the edge of my shoes all nasty-lookin'" club, so I hope there is a flip-flop sale soon!



I sort of wish I dressed horridly enough for the "What Not To Wear" cameras to catch me and give me $5,000 to spend.  (Maybe I do).  But the thought of spending that kind of money on clothes kind of makes me want to vomit.
On the upside, I was motivated to clean out our closet, so we have a nice pile to take somewhere to donate, but I was a little depressed to see some of my old favorites go.



*FYI: the baby feet photos are from Bubby's NICU days, and the flip-flop picture is from my pre-kid-pedicure days. :)

rollin'

Bugaboo rolled from front to back on Wednesday.  I saw it in action, and The Hubs saw the before and after, but not the process.  Sweet baby boy.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Buggie!!

Bubby was trying to catch a fly in the house tonight.


He did end up catching it, but somehow I didn't get that video saved.  I should have used the camcorder instead of my phone to record, but I didn't want to miss the moment.  He was sooooo proud.
Watch out Mr. Miyagi!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

and I think to myself what a wonderful world

Somedays are stressful here in mommy-land.  Plans fail, diapers explode, showers don't happen, and dinner burns. 
Today was NOT one of those days. :)
I was able to get some chores done last night and this morning, and I feel like my house is pretty presentable.  I was able to shower AND shave my legs AND do my hair AND get both boys fed, changed, and out the door for storytime at the library across town (since we missed it Monday at the closer library).
We haven't been to storytime since Bugaboo was born, but The Hubs left me the good car - the one that actually (barely) fits the double-stroller - so we went.  Bubby listened to the story and the songs politely.  Bugaboo stayed awake but content in the stroller. 

However, Bubby was not into the socializtion/learning activities that ALL of the other toddlers were doing in the story room.  He wandered (with Bugaboo and me closely following) out to the children's section, played with some puzzles, but was mostly fascinated with the chairs and the trashcan.  That kid can find a trashcan anywhere!  We had a minimeltdown leaving the library.  I should say, Bubby had a mini-meltdown.  I handled myself very well and received many sympathetic smiles from the librarians and patrons on our way out the door.
The rest of the day has been lunch (which I actually ate uninterrupted!), reading books (can't find our latest favorite Sandra Boynton book), playing outside with Bubby for a bit while Bugaboo napped,



snuggling on the couch,
and dinner prepping while Bubby naps.  And now both boys are napping, and I am enjoying this moment before I move on to something else.  Tomorrow everything may fall apart again, but today there is sunshine beaming in my window, warming up my soul.

Monday, April 11, 2011

MM 511-521

It is amazing to me when I am given peace about something that I previously did not have peace about.  Letting go, letting go, letting go and seeing if a door opens or closes.

511. crockpot that I remembered to turn on before church this week
512. a great cup of coffee
513. an invitation to get some family pictures taken with my brother and sister-in-law
514. Saturday lunch with a dear friend
515. getting to know some new people
516. Sunday school conversations that make you feel you are not alone
517. the way Bubby happily walks into the nursery at church
518. no physical therapy today because we just have it once a month now
519. texts about The Apprentice
520. the sound of rain at night
521. blue eyes in different shades for each brother

Thursday, April 7, 2011

4 months for Bugaboo

Bugaboo had his four-month appointment today.  He is 13 lbs. 2 oz (which is the 15th percentile for four month old) and 23 inches (just the fifth percentile).  He cried with his shots, but settled down quickly.  I can't believe he is already four months old!!  I will try to post a picture later, but he is napping right now, so I haven't taken one.
And both boys are napping at the same time, which rarely happens these days.
Oh happy day.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

more lessons on grace for mommy

The day started out like any other. Diapers, breakfast, clean-up (lots of clean up with with a baby and a toddler), laundry (lots of that, too), an easy errand since Bubby loves to "go-go," and it is easy enough to oblige.  After that there was playing with Bugaboo while Bubby wrestled me (his new thing is to tackle/climb/attack me while I am on the ground) and lunch.  The boys seemed content enough, so I needed to get a new potato recipe into the crockpot to have with dinner tonight.  And then all heck broke loose.
Bubby would not stop opening the dishwasher and trying to get things out of it - I tried flicking his hand, I tried continuously putting him in his crib for a time-out, I tried turning on the tv to Sesame Street - it didn't matter.  His plan to test mommy and slow her down on her task would not be thwarted.  Simultaneously to all of this Bugaboo is crying loudly for no apparent reason - he has been fed, he has been changed. I tried the boppy pillow in a variety of positions, the bouncy seat - nothing worked.  I chopped potatoes and onions angrily while every two minutes trying to deal with one of the dynamic duo.
At one point I yelled something I never once yelled during my teaching career.
"SHUT UP!"
and continued chopping, loudly, taking my aggrivation out more on the veggies than my children. I was determined to ignore the crying from the bouncy seat and the yelling from the crib as I threw in ingredients, melted, measured, stirred.  Splatters of milk and flour hit the stove.  With the lid finally on, I cleaned up the mess, and my children, by this point were (relatively) calm.
Why could they not have been calm just fifteen minutes before??
As the mess of my kitchen decreased, the guilty feelings of my attitude increased.  I always thought I would be the mom who never wanted to yell, and here I was, less than two years a mommy, and I yelled. At my sweet babies.
I took Bubby out of his crib and brought Bugaboo into their room to play again together.  Bubby brought me a book (and another and another), each time sitting on my lap and snuggling up, as Bugaboo looked up from next to us to hear the story too, both of them treating me as if I never screwed up.
Giving me what I did not deserve.

Grace.

Monday, April 4, 2011

tripping over lint

Never ask your toddler, "Guess who's coming to see you in a little bit?"  unless you are prepared to deal with the consequences.
I asked Bubby this just minutes before his physical therapy/our IEP meeting today.  His answer was Babu. (what he calls my mom)
Wrong answer, kiddo. Grandma lives in Illinois and is teaching, which is difficult to explain to a 22-month old.  So he had a meltdown, crying, "Babu!  Baaaabuuuu!  Babu!" right when Miss Tara (the PT and the correct answer) and the service coordinator showed up on my doorstep.  Lovely.
Luckily he loves Miss Tara and was pretty excited to see her (though not as thrilled as he would have been to see some grandparents).
Other highlights of today's meeting included:
  • Bubby picking up lint/fuzz off my just-vaccuumed-two-hours-ago-floor and handing it to Tara.  (I will attribute his fascination with picking up lint to his great-grandma-Iowa.  My cousins will understand.)
  • Bubby finding a random leaf somewhere in the house (where did it come from?) and bringing it to Tara.
  • Bubby attempting to lift up MY shirt to find my belly button at the end of the meeting (because he is almost as fascinated with everyone's belly button as he is with lint.)
  • The service coordinator commenting soon after her arrival on how quiet Bugaboo was only to have him get fussy about 45 seconds later and remain fussy for much of the meeting.
Oh - some educational hightlights:
  • Bubby met his goal - walking on a variety of surfaces!
  • We have new goals - running and jumping.
  • We get to decrease PT to once a month.
  • The service coordinator brought up speech therapy a few times.  Bubby is very verbal, but she wonders if he is understandable.  I feel that he is as understandable as any other kiddo (especially boy) his age.  P.T. put in her two cents and recommended waiting six months to see if we needed to add it.
  • We also had to work on a "family goal" - apparently a new thing with the agency.  So I put down I would investigate some sort of class/activity for Bubby to be a part of in the next few months - perhaps a swimming class or something.  Our P.T. tried to speak up for me and say we didn't really need a family goal (I think they are for families less educated than ours - sorry if that sounds snotty), but I was pressed to give a goal, so I gave one.

    It is always so different being on the parent side instead of the educator side of the IEP stuff.  I think knowing what I know helps me to be an empowered advocate for my son, and hopefully, if I return to the classroom, the experience of being on the parent side will help me be a better advocate for my students and their parents.

    Sunday, April 3, 2011

    the mailbox and MM500-510

    I had told myself earlier in the week that I was not going to whine on facebook.  In light of what some other people are facing, my problems don't seem that bad.  And shouldn't I be handing my concerns first and foremost to God rather than out there for the world to comment on?
    However, on Saturday I opened two envelopes from the hospital, and I went right to typing a complaint in my status line, thinking that would make me feel better - to put my frustration out there for everyone to see.  But it didn't.  And it didn't make my problems go away either.   It just made for a sad forty minutes on Saturday that I will not get back.
    Luckily I figured out there was nothing I could do to fix the problem with the offices closed, so I was able to let it go and enjoy my weekend.  Monday or Tuesday of this week I will make some phone calls to figure out what the deal is.  And in the mean time, I will give thanks for all I have been given:
    500. daily bread
    501. twenty-three hours and twenty minutes of enjoying a beautiful Saturday
    502. Friday night visit from "Me," "Chow," and Sasha
    503.  seeing my brother interact with Bubby and wondering when we became grown-ups

    504. The Hubs mowing the lawn
    505. Bugaboo snuggling and sleeping through church
    506 "for when we see You we find strength to face the day, in Your Presence all our fears are washed away"
    507. two new tasty crockpot meals
    508. Bugaboo lifting his head to "play"

    509. a whole morning off to be renewed
    510. speaking of renewed - renewing library books online just before midnight and avoiding a fine

    Saturday, April 2, 2011

    what are the MacBoys up to?

    Wondering what the boys are up to these days? 
    Bugaboo:
    • sleeping through the night - from about 11 PM - 5 AM consistently now, and lately 6 or even close to 7 AM - woohoo
    • looking around at things
    • getting better at lifting/controlling his head
    • in 6 month clothes now - I fear he won't be in these long, so I need to be on the look out for 9 month summer clothes - a bit bummed b/c we were given a lot of 6 mth summer clothes
    • still fussy a lot, but cooing more each day
    • like his big brother, has now been rejecting the binky - unlike his big brother, has been attempting to gnaw/suck on his thumb/hand
    • gassy - seriously the gassiest baby ever - doesn't matter what I eat or don't eat

      Bubby:
      • had his first ear infection/round of antibiotics this week - found out he weighs 25.5 lbs and is 34 inches tall
      • is starting to love his stuffed animals
      • can "run" in place and it is stinkin' cute
      •  counts to ten with a little help
      • knows the order of the song "I've Got The Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy" (says, "joy," "love," "ouch!" and "happy")
      • getting better with names of family - so far we've got "Mommy" (yes, no longer Mama), "Daddy/Dada," Bugaboo's name (sounds so cute when he says it), Babu, Boppy, Mimi, Nana, Chow (Uncle Fman), Me (Auntie Missa), Sasha, and Erinn - still working on the rest of you! :)
      • seems to be teething
      • wants to bite things/slap things when frustrated - working on stopping this