The other day while waiting for M to get her teeth cleaned at the dentist, I saw a Seventeen magazine on the table and decided to flip through it. If it hadn't been for magazines like this when I was entering my teen years then I wouldn't have had all those great "make-up secrets", like wearing electric blue mascara or even known about Baby Soft or Jean Nate. What would I have done if I didn't see that Guess or Esprit outfit that "I HAD TO HAVE" and beg my mom for it for months? Not to mention I wanted every pair of and Candies that I saw an ad for.
While thumbing through today's version of Seventeen I learned at least 3 things:
1-Candies are still in style and still run ads in Seventeen
2-Electric Blue Mascara has not yet made a come back (Thank the good Lord)
3-My child will not be allowed to read Seventeen until she is at least 30!
I was completely shocked at the total lack of modesty and quite frankly, the subject matter in the articles made me blush just reading it. I'm sure the magazine that I read, too, in some way pushed it a little, but I can assure you that I never read things like this.
I remember a few years back, as one of my nieces was beginning her teen years and wanting to read these type magazines, that my sister in law would have to view it first and tear out anything she thought was inappropriate for her young daughter. I can tell you that between the ads themselves being racy and provocative along with the articles containing information that you don't want your daughter to read until she is married, there wouldn't be much left in between the front and back cover of the one I was looking at.
Trust me, the whole Miley Cyrus ordeal dulls in comparison to this stuff, but nobody is screaming up and down at Seventeen Magazine. Meanwhile, Miley Cyrus is being bombarded with questions, mean comments, and has been forced to apologize for appearing in a photograph for Vanity Fair that is considered too risque. I have to agree with people on this, as she is a role model for many very young girls, like my 7 year old. It may not have been the best judgement on her part, but really, shouldn't our girls be looking for role models more there age , instead of a sixteen year old? I take part of the blame myself on that one because I let her watch Hannah Montana, which is a very cute show.
Another issue is the whole Jamie Lynn Spears issue. M came up to me the other day, as I was checking out at the grocery store and said, "Mom, Jamie Lynn Spears is doing it alone." Apparently she read the headlines of a magazine in line there...which by the way is about the 4th time she has done that concerning the same story. Try explaining that to a seven year old. Not quite ready to go there.
What I want to know is where are the "Punky Brewsters" of today? They aren't to be found. I think it's time we not only slow down the pace of our lives, but try to slow down the pace of theirs as well. Let's let a 7 year old be 7, still into baby dolls, books, sticker collections and riding bikes until bedtime. They're growing up entirely to fast.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Time To Slow It Down
I have said in several posts that I don't know when I became in such a hurry. I try so hard to tell myself to stop and savor in sweet moments and precious times with my family because I have seen how quickly time passes us by, but still sometimes I find myself trying to rush through things. I know I am not alone in this because there are many songs out there pertaining to this very thing, "Dont Blink", by Kenney Chesney, "You're Gonna Miss This", by Trace Adkins and the oldie, "I'm In A Hurry", by Alabama (all of which are in my music box on this blog). I swear, country music is the best!
This past week was a very busy one for me with work. Wednesday and Thursday were particularly busy and I actually woke up, threw on some clothes and began working both days as soon as M left for school and literally did not get done until she arrived back home in the afternoon. I did manage a break or so during that time to feed two children, change a few diapers, and take a shower for me, with no makeup or styling of the hair, I might add...strictly to get clean. I was truly exhausted and short fused at the end of those two days.
On Thursday night I was getting the girls to bed when I realized that we hadn't read M's story for homework and one that she would be tested on the following day. That's when the rush started..."Use the bathroom...Brush your teeth...Hop in the bed...Listen to the story..." Just a whole series of commands for the girls with the added rush, rush, rush tone of voice. During the entire story, which was unusually long this week, K would stop and point out something in a picture (on just about every single page). After a few questions by K and a few quick responses by me, I said, "Ok, no more questions. We have to read the story."
We finished the story I tucked K in bed and then tucked M in bed, kisses, hugs, wind the music box.... and on the way out the door, M says, "Mommmmmmy?" (the way both of them do every single night to ask me some silly question or say something totally off the wall as a stall tactic) "Ughhh, What?", in a very sharp "what now?" kind of voice. It is then when God used my sweet angel to show me how I was being.
M teared up and said, "Never mind." Oh no....the realization of how badly I had been behaving set in with me.
"What is it, M?" I asked, in a much sweeter tone....slowing down, taking time to listen.
"Why are you yelling at me and K?" she asked.
"I'm not yelling at you and K." I responded.
"Well, you're just acting...." and bless her heart she didn't really know how to say it, I guess.
"I just had a very busy day. I'm just ready to have y'all in bed and mommy have some time alone." ..I thought this was easy enough....
"Why? Do you not love me and K?" she asks.
Oh, blow right to the heart! I explained to her that yes, I love her and K dearly and love spending time with them, but that sometimes I just needed a moment for some "mommy time". I related it to her wanting to play with her friends next door. I explained that even though she loves to be at home, she also likes sometimes to go next door and play with her friends. She understood the analogy and I was relieved because I'm not sure how much sense it made to me...but it's all I had at the moment. Most importantly I swallowed my pride, admitted I was very wrong, apologized and told her I shouldn't be in such a hurry. Of course I followed that up with many more kisses and hugs and another wind of the music box, and probably "one more sip of water".
I desperately want to slow down the pace, take it all in, savor in the sweet moments and the pure and simple joy that is given to me on a daily basis. I know I will have my moments, but I am hoping that I can do better about being so rushed so that when my kids are all grown up, I don't look back and wish I would've spent more time with them, read more books to them, snuggled with them a little longer at bedtime, or listened to them more when they were talking.... I'm slowing down the pace for them and for me.
This past week was a very busy one for me with work. Wednesday and Thursday were particularly busy and I actually woke up, threw on some clothes and began working both days as soon as M left for school and literally did not get done until she arrived back home in the afternoon. I did manage a break or so during that time to feed two children, change a few diapers, and take a shower for me, with no makeup or styling of the hair, I might add...strictly to get clean. I was truly exhausted and short fused at the end of those two days.
On Thursday night I was getting the girls to bed when I realized that we hadn't read M's story for homework and one that she would be tested on the following day. That's when the rush started..."Use the bathroom...Brush your teeth...Hop in the bed...Listen to the story..." Just a whole series of commands for the girls with the added rush, rush, rush tone of voice. During the entire story, which was unusually long this week, K would stop and point out something in a picture (on just about every single page). After a few questions by K and a few quick responses by me, I said, "Ok, no more questions. We have to read the story."
We finished the story I tucked K in bed and then tucked M in bed, kisses, hugs, wind the music box.... and on the way out the door, M says, "Mommmmmmy?" (the way both of them do every single night to ask me some silly question or say something totally off the wall as a stall tactic) "Ughhh, What?", in a very sharp "what now?" kind of voice. It is then when God used my sweet angel to show me how I was being.
M teared up and said, "Never mind." Oh no....the realization of how badly I had been behaving set in with me.
"What is it, M?" I asked, in a much sweeter tone....slowing down, taking time to listen.
"Why are you yelling at me and K?" she asked.
"I'm not yelling at you and K." I responded.
"Well, you're just acting...." and bless her heart she didn't really know how to say it, I guess.
"I just had a very busy day. I'm just ready to have y'all in bed and mommy have some time alone." ..I thought this was easy enough....
"Why? Do you not love me and K?" she asks.
Oh, blow right to the heart! I explained to her that yes, I love her and K dearly and love spending time with them, but that sometimes I just needed a moment for some "mommy time". I related it to her wanting to play with her friends next door. I explained that even though she loves to be at home, she also likes sometimes to go next door and play with her friends. She understood the analogy and I was relieved because I'm not sure how much sense it made to me...but it's all I had at the moment. Most importantly I swallowed my pride, admitted I was very wrong, apologized and told her I shouldn't be in such a hurry. Of course I followed that up with many more kisses and hugs and another wind of the music box, and probably "one more sip of water".
I desperately want to slow down the pace, take it all in, savor in the sweet moments and the pure and simple joy that is given to me on a daily basis. I know I will have my moments, but I am hoping that I can do better about being so rushed so that when my kids are all grown up, I don't look back and wish I would've spent more time with them, read more books to them, snuggled with them a little longer at bedtime, or listened to them more when they were talking.... I'm slowing down the pace for them and for me.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Teach Me While My Heart Is Tender
M's GG passed away last week. GG is my step-grandmother, but really since my grandmother died when I was around 5 years old and my grandfather remarried shortly there after, she was the only grandmother I really knew on my father's side.
PapaF (my grandfather) and GG kept M for me when she was first born and I was still teaching. They would drive all the way across town at 7:00 in the morning to come stay with M at my house all day. It was such a blessing. And because of this, M was very close to them and vice versa. Well, my sweet grandfather, PapaF, died about 4 years ago and M was about 4 years old. GG remained at the local nursing home until about a year ago, but honestly, we just didn't go see her as much as we should, and as much as M would have liked. When did I get so busy? Too busy for that?...I digress, but it makes me sad to think about it.
Back to my point, GG passed and her family brought her body back here to be buried next to my grandfather. I took M out to the grave so she could say her "good-byes" so to speak. M was very sweet and said sweet things...she has such a tender heart. K, on the other hand, was very curious. "Where is her body?...Where is her head? ..Can we walk on the graves?" just a whole series of slightly uncomfortable, but just curious types of questions. M was the same way when PapaF had died when she was only 4. Just the curiosity they have. When my grandfather did pass, I just told M the truth. I didn't worry about just "grazing" the subject, but instead I explained everything to her and just thought, "Well, she might not comprehend it, but at least it is the truth." At almost 8 now, she was explaining it all to her little sister.
K-"Where is her body."
M-"It's under there, K, but it's just a body. Just a shell."
K'"Huh?"
M-"It's just her body, but SHE is not in there. Her soul is in heaven with God."
Me-"Yes, K, M is right. If you believe in Jesus and you're a Christian, then you/your soul goes to heaven."
I was so proud that M was explaining all this truth to her little sister. As we were driving home we were listening to Teach Me While My Heart Is Tender by Judy Rogers. I highly recommend buying this CD (go here to buy it). It teaches so much. It isn't just praise music, but rather it teaches the catechisms. It's great and my children love it. Anyway...We were listening to a song about "Can I see God?" and M looks at me and says, "Mom, it's like God just has eyes stretching all over the world seeing everything at the same time. Isn't that just amazing?" Yes, child, so amazing. I was struck with awe at the pure faith of this 7 year old child. Just as the title of the CD says, "Teach me while my heart is tender." You tell a child something, they believe. They are not worldly yet..they just believe, have faith. As they grow up, yes, they will have their doubts, but they will remember what you have taught them and they will grow in the truth.
Tender children with tender hearts, impressionable minds, and incredible faith.
Edit to this post: I forgot to mention that my GG was laid next to my grandfather on his birthday. Oh how sweet is that?
PapaF (my grandfather) and GG kept M for me when she was first born and I was still teaching. They would drive all the way across town at 7:00 in the morning to come stay with M at my house all day. It was such a blessing. And because of this, M was very close to them and vice versa. Well, my sweet grandfather, PapaF, died about 4 years ago and M was about 4 years old. GG remained at the local nursing home until about a year ago, but honestly, we just didn't go see her as much as we should, and as much as M would have liked. When did I get so busy? Too busy for that?...I digress, but it makes me sad to think about it.
Back to my point, GG passed and her family brought her body back here to be buried next to my grandfather. I took M out to the grave so she could say her "good-byes" so to speak. M was very sweet and said sweet things...she has such a tender heart. K, on the other hand, was very curious. "Where is her body?...Where is her head? ..Can we walk on the graves?" just a whole series of slightly uncomfortable, but just curious types of questions. M was the same way when PapaF had died when she was only 4. Just the curiosity they have. When my grandfather did pass, I just told M the truth. I didn't worry about just "grazing" the subject, but instead I explained everything to her and just thought, "Well, she might not comprehend it, but at least it is the truth." At almost 8 now, she was explaining it all to her little sister.
K-"Where is her body."
M-"It's under there, K, but it's just a body. Just a shell."
K'"Huh?"
M-"It's just her body, but SHE is not in there. Her soul is in heaven with God."
Me-"Yes, K, M is right. If you believe in Jesus and you're a Christian, then you/your soul goes to heaven."
I was so proud that M was explaining all this truth to her little sister. As we were driving home we were listening to Teach Me While My Heart Is Tender by Judy Rogers. I highly recommend buying this CD (go here to buy it). It teaches so much. It isn't just praise music, but rather it teaches the catechisms. It's great and my children love it. Anyway...We were listening to a song about "Can I see God?" and M looks at me and says, "Mom, it's like God just has eyes stretching all over the world seeing everything at the same time. Isn't that just amazing?" Yes, child, so amazing. I was struck with awe at the pure faith of this 7 year old child. Just as the title of the CD says, "Teach me while my heart is tender." You tell a child something, they believe. They are not worldly yet..they just believe, have faith. As they grow up, yes, they will have their doubts, but they will remember what you have taught them and they will grow in the truth.
Tender children with tender hearts, impressionable minds, and incredible faith.
Edit to this post: I forgot to mention that my GG was laid next to my grandfather on his birthday. Oh how sweet is that?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
What you eat is what you are...
My two girls are not necessarily picky eaters, but they definitely know what they like and what they don't like. Weird enough, they are completely the opposite. J has just begun to eat so who knows how he will be.
M loves vegetables...broccoli, squash, green beans, corn..too many too name. As a matter of fact, she would choose a local home-cooking style restaurant over McDonald's most of the time and she gets a vegetable plate. The only meats she will eat are the highly processed of sorts and the typical "kid foods"...chicken fingers and hot dogs. M is also not a casserole eater. She likes her food all separate...nothing thrown together in a casserole dish with some cream of chicken soup on top, much to my disappointment because casseroles are so easy to make AND CLEAN up. I love those one dish suppers, but M doesn't. I have to have every pot and pan I have used to give her a good meal.
K, on the other hand, steers clear of anything green for the most part, unless it is disguised with the cream of chicken soup, that is. She is definitely my meat and potato eater. She loves steak, grilled chicken and will eat just about any casserole you put in front of her. As a matter of fact, the other night she tried and loved grilled pork chops. The next day she came into me at lunchtime and said, "Mommy, can I have some more of those chop-sticks that I had last night?" It took me a minute to figure out she was talking about pork chops!
I wonder what kind of eater J will be. So far, it's anything that is being fed to him. His favorite, by far, is bananas. Sweet potatoes are a close behind that. With the amount of teeth he has, he'll be eating table food before long! I love the Cheerio stage and that's almost here, as soon as he gets that pincer grasp down. A tray of Cheerios on a Saturday morning will give you a good 20 more minutes of sleep!
M loves vegetables...broccoli, squash, green beans, corn..too many too name. As a matter of fact, she would choose a local home-cooking style restaurant over McDonald's most of the time and she gets a vegetable plate. The only meats she will eat are the highly processed of sorts and the typical "kid foods"...chicken fingers and hot dogs. M is also not a casserole eater. She likes her food all separate...nothing thrown together in a casserole dish with some cream of chicken soup on top, much to my disappointment because casseroles are so easy to make AND CLEAN up. I love those one dish suppers, but M doesn't. I have to have every pot and pan I have used to give her a good meal.
K, on the other hand, steers clear of anything green for the most part, unless it is disguised with the cream of chicken soup, that is. She is definitely my meat and potato eater. She loves steak, grilled chicken and will eat just about any casserole you put in front of her. As a matter of fact, the other night she tried and loved grilled pork chops. The next day she came into me at lunchtime and said, "Mommy, can I have some more of those chop-sticks that I had last night?" It took me a minute to figure out she was talking about pork chops!
I wonder what kind of eater J will be. So far, it's anything that is being fed to him. His favorite, by far, is bananas. Sweet potatoes are a close behind that. With the amount of teeth he has, he'll be eating table food before long! I love the Cheerio stage and that's almost here, as soon as he gets that pincer grasp down. A tray of Cheerios on a Saturday morning will give you a good 20 more minutes of sleep!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Speaks right to my heart
J is growing much faster than I would prefer. He is ready to go, ready to be mobile. He's at that stage where he is rocking back and forth on his knees and any day, he will be gone, into everything. He is so strong too...he has such force. If he sees something he wants, he's after it and although not crawling yet, he is usually very successful just by scooting around.
Now six teeth are in fully. 4 on the top and 2 on the bottom. And as suspected, it looks very funny. I went into get him from his nap the other day...I peeked over the crib and he was looking right up at me with the biggest smile ever and all 6 of those teeth were showing. You expect a baby this age to have a toothless grin, or that precious smile with 2 bottom teeth showing. What you don't expect is a 6 month old baby to look at you with almost a full set of teeth. It's funny...but oh, so cute at the same time.
He's such a sweet baby and I just adore him. He makes the sweetest little sound in the back of his throat when he's happy. I call it his purr. It's almost a laugh, but not really...just a purr with a great big grin on his face and eyes that look so satisfied, comforted. I love this little man. He speaks right to my heart.
Now six teeth are in fully. 4 on the top and 2 on the bottom. And as suspected, it looks very funny. I went into get him from his nap the other day...I peeked over the crib and he was looking right up at me with the biggest smile ever and all 6 of those teeth were showing. You expect a baby this age to have a toothless grin, or that precious smile with 2 bottom teeth showing. What you don't expect is a 6 month old baby to look at you with almost a full set of teeth. It's funny...but oh, so cute at the same time.
He's such a sweet baby and I just adore him. He makes the sweetest little sound in the back of his throat when he's happy. I call it his purr. It's almost a laugh, but not really...just a purr with a great big grin on his face and eyes that look so satisfied, comforted. I love this little man. He speaks right to my heart.
Shout Out!
I have to give a shout out to my blog friend over at Joni's Joy. Go check out her post on "What I Know Is True" from yesterday. This my friend, is a girl that can "keep it real" as she says. She is right on the money with this post. Loved it.
Monday, April 21, 2008
More Disney
Let me just say that our trip there was great. It only took us about 8 1/2 hours and that included a stop for lunch that took about 30 minutes and a couple of pit stops. It was great until about 1 mile from actually entering into Disney world and then we got pulled over and got a speeding ticket. $183.00! My husband is notorious for getting speeding tickets and this trip was no exception. The officer even said that Disney world seems to have a gravitational pull that makes you speed up once you are there. Guess he was right. A bummer way to start off our trip for sure.
The first night we got into the park around 6:00 and we did the Country Bear Jamboree and then, thanks to very good advice from wendymom, we staked out a place for the night parade in front of the Hall of Presidents...a fantastic spot! We then watched the fireworks, and as always, they were magical! After the fireworks, we looked at the girls and they were going strong so we decided to ride Space Mountain before we called it a night.
OK, let me just say that until we got up to actually get on the ride, I had forgotten that you had individual seats in the little rocket ship! K had never even ridden anything bigger than a ride at the fair! I panicked on the inside but didn't say a word. M was in the front, K behind her, then me, then T. I literally bruised my breastbone trying to just touch K's shoulder during the entire ride. You can't even see your hand in front of your face, and all I could do was pray, pray, pray that my girls would still be in their seats at the end of the ride. Every once in a while I got a glimpse of the backs of their heads to know that they were still there...but even then I was thinking, "what if they are passed out...or had a heart attack!" We all 4 got off of it alive and M looks at T and said, ..."Awwwwwwesome!"
and K said, "That was funnnnnn!" I couldn't believe it. A word of advice for anyone going to Disney...don't start off with Space Mountain. Build up to that one, because everything kind of dulled in comparison after that. I don't think the girls enjoyed It's a Small World and Peter Pan and all the other stuff as much as they could have if only we would have STARTED with these! While in line for everything, K would say, "Is this one fast?" We aren't really sure if she actually loved it, or was just pretending to be a "big girl" like her sister. We very well could've traumatized her for life! She hung in there like a trooper...riding all the big ones like Thunder Mtn, Barnstormer..even Mission Space (the fast version) and Tower of Terror!
Another little thing that I wanted to remember was M and how careful she was with her money. My mom gave each of the girls $50 to spend at Disney on whatever they wanted. I explained to M that it would be difficult to decide and told her how very expensive things were. The first night, during the light parade, T came up with 2 glow in the dark Tinkerbell twirly things and M said, "Daddy, how much was that!?" T explained that it was his treat and that it didn't come out of her money. It was the last day and they hadn't spent their money at all so we took them over to Downtown Disney before we hit the road and they picked out their goodies..both got a t-shirt and one doo-dad a piece(key chain for M and croc things for K). I was so proud of how responsible they were with their money.
One piece of advice for anybody going to Disney anytime soon...upgrade to a better hotel room if you can. We were scheduled to stay at the Pop Century (the Holiday Inn version in Disney) but at the last minute we decided to upgrade to the Contemporary Resort. It was fabulous! We were the first stop on the monorail when you left Magic Kingdom..meaning we could actually get back to our room before the kids passed out! We had a Magic Kingdom suite that overlooked Cinderella's castle and the room itself was very roomy. We could easily take J back in all 5 stay comfortably in that one room. Last night as I was putting K down to bed, she said, "Mommy next time when we go back to Disney world tomorrow, can we stay in that hotel room with the TV and the computer and the train going through it?" She is easily entertained and I think would have been just fine going to a hotel room for a night. Man, that would have saved lots of cash! ...but we wouldn't have all those magical memories would we? I can't wait to go back already! I love that place! Oh...and so did these two!
The first night we got into the park around 6:00 and we did the Country Bear Jamboree and then, thanks to very good advice from wendymom, we staked out a place for the night parade in front of the Hall of Presidents...a fantastic spot! We then watched the fireworks, and as always, they were magical! After the fireworks, we looked at the girls and they were going strong so we decided to ride Space Mountain before we called it a night.
OK, let me just say that until we got up to actually get on the ride, I had forgotten that you had individual seats in the little rocket ship! K had never even ridden anything bigger than a ride at the fair! I panicked on the inside but didn't say a word. M was in the front, K behind her, then me, then T. I literally bruised my breastbone trying to just touch K's shoulder during the entire ride. You can't even see your hand in front of your face, and all I could do was pray, pray, pray that my girls would still be in their seats at the end of the ride. Every once in a while I got a glimpse of the backs of their heads to know that they were still there...but even then I was thinking, "what if they are passed out...or had a heart attack!" We all 4 got off of it alive and M looks at T and said, ..."Awwwwwwesome!"
and K said, "That was funnnnnn!" I couldn't believe it. A word of advice for anyone going to Disney...don't start off with Space Mountain. Build up to that one, because everything kind of dulled in comparison after that. I don't think the girls enjoyed It's a Small World and Peter Pan and all the other stuff as much as they could have if only we would have STARTED with these! While in line for everything, K would say, "Is this one fast?" We aren't really sure if she actually loved it, or was just pretending to be a "big girl" like her sister. We very well could've traumatized her for life! She hung in there like a trooper...riding all the big ones like Thunder Mtn, Barnstormer..even Mission Space (the fast version) and Tower of Terror!
Another little thing that I wanted to remember was M and how careful she was with her money. My mom gave each of the girls $50 to spend at Disney on whatever they wanted. I explained to M that it would be difficult to decide and told her how very expensive things were. The first night, during the light parade, T came up with 2 glow in the dark Tinkerbell twirly things and M said, "Daddy, how much was that!?" T explained that it was his treat and that it didn't come out of her money. It was the last day and they hadn't spent their money at all so we took them over to Downtown Disney before we hit the road and they picked out their goodies..both got a t-shirt and one doo-dad a piece(key chain for M and croc things for K). I was so proud of how responsible they were with their money.
One piece of advice for anybody going to Disney anytime soon...upgrade to a better hotel room if you can. We were scheduled to stay at the Pop Century (the Holiday Inn version in Disney) but at the last minute we decided to upgrade to the Contemporary Resort. It was fabulous! We were the first stop on the monorail when you left Magic Kingdom..meaning we could actually get back to our room before the kids passed out! We had a Magic Kingdom suite that overlooked Cinderella's castle and the room itself was very roomy. We could easily take J back in all 5 stay comfortably in that one room. Last night as I was putting K down to bed, she said, "Mommy next time when we go back to Disney world tomorrow, can we stay in that hotel room with the TV and the computer and the train going through it?" She is easily entertained and I think would have been just fine going to a hotel room for a night. Man, that would have saved lots of cash! ...but we wouldn't have all those magical memories would we? I can't wait to go back already! I love that place! Oh...and so did these two!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Disney Magic
We're back! We had so much fun! It was indeed magical and exhausting!! Here are a few pictures from our trip to DisneyWorld.
These two are views from our hotel room at the Contemporary Resort.... fantastic views!
Here is our first night in the park! It was extremely cold for April in the Sunshine state...very windy and very chilly!
These few are pictures I took of the girls faces while watching the Spectro Magic Parade at night and the Wishes fireworks. K even looked at me during the parade and said, "Mommy...This is the best day of my life!" That and the look on M's face just made all that money well spent!
And here are just a few of the characters we got the girls pictures with...I won't bore you will all of them now. I'm sure I will post some more later though.
And the most important of them all...
My two princesses had a ball in Disney. I'll have a few more pictures and stories to share later. Memories that will last forever.
These two are views from our hotel room at the Contemporary Resort.... fantastic views!
Here is our first night in the park! It was extremely cold for April in the Sunshine state...very windy and very chilly!
These few are pictures I took of the girls faces while watching the Spectro Magic Parade at night and the Wishes fireworks. K even looked at me during the parade and said, "Mommy...This is the best day of my life!" That and the look on M's face just made all that money well spent!
And here are just a few of the characters we got the girls pictures with...I won't bore you will all of them now. I'm sure I will post some more later though.
And the most important of them all...
My two princesses had a ball in Disney. I'll have a few more pictures and stories to share later. Memories that will last forever.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Baby Boy and BabySitter
"What? Who's going where?"
"..And I don't get to go to Disneyworld too?.."
"You say you promise to take me back when I'm older and do lots of fun boy stuff?...Well, then, I think I'm o.k. with that."
One of our babysitters for J this coming week is getting in some good practice!
"..And I don't get to go to Disneyworld too?.."
"You say you promise to take me back when I'm older and do lots of fun boy stuff?...Well, then, I think I'm o.k. with that."
One of our babysitters for J this coming week is getting in some good practice!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Whew!
If I had the energy or could find the "Flight of the Bumblebee" song...that would be appropriate to be playing right now on this blog.
After processing about 40 files for work to get everything done for me to be out of town next week...I am FINALLY done! Names, account numbers, addresses all just started running together! Now I have several loads of laundry to do, a house to clean, and major notes to write to leave my mom about J's schedule. I know...she raised 3 before, but I'm just like that...I have to leave notes.
I'm physically and mentally exhausted and we are headed to Disney World in basically 2 days..because we are leaving so early on Monday morning. I think I can get it all done by then, but I know I am going to be beat by the time that I get there. Nothing a couple of cans of RedBull or several cups of really strong coffee won't do once we get there. It'll be magical, I KNOW!!!
After processing about 40 files for work to get everything done for me to be out of town next week...I am FINALLY done! Names, account numbers, addresses all just started running together! Now I have several loads of laundry to do, a house to clean, and major notes to write to leave my mom about J's schedule. I know...she raised 3 before, but I'm just like that...I have to leave notes.
I'm physically and mentally exhausted and we are headed to Disney World in basically 2 days..because we are leaving so early on Monday morning. I think I can get it all done by then, but I know I am going to be beat by the time that I get there. Nothing a couple of cans of RedBull or several cups of really strong coffee won't do once we get there. It'll be magical, I KNOW!!!
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