Friday, November 07, 2008
More six month celebrations
Here's a few more photos I took this morning of Isaac hanging out with me in the living room. Midway through taking photos, Scrubs decided to join us. The video is a bit long but has some great clips of Isaac laughing and the two of them hanging out together.
Six months old!
Hard to believe that our little man has been with us for half a year. Six months old! Wow!Thursday, November 06, 2008
Lovin' his books . . .
I thought I'd share a few pictures of my son, lovin' his books just like his Daddy! As if our house isn't over running with books as it is . . .
If you take a look at Isaac's swing, there are some leaves that spin around on the top and hang down. Our little boy has figured out how to grab onto those. This causes the swing to start making a loud shaking noise which Isaac thinks is hilarious! I've had to resort to not allowing the top part to spin and placing the leaves at exactly the right positions so he can't reach them. Stinker!
Today is an exciting day for us. Our friend Bara is coming in from Boston to visit us. If you are new to the blog or don't remember Bara, here are two guest blogs he did some time ago:
Bara is a great friend, and we are excited to have him spend a few days with us here in good ol' Florida! Pictures to follow I promise.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Extremes of Emotion
So, first of all, JB is home! After a c-section . . . at long last . . . he made it home post-dinner. He was quite exhausted both mentally and physically. Hopefully not all his deliveries will take quite this long.
I've been a little cooped up in the house. Scrubs has a pretty nasty wound on his leg from his adventures at the bay. I am not exactly sure what happened and either is Bobbie. We are guessing he got impaled by a stick, but he never indicated pain so it's difficult to know when or how it happened. Either way, I think he is in quite a bit of discomfort since he has spent the last day and a half simply lying around. Is this what it is like to have a lazy dog?! Either way, there's no bay for Scrubs for sure for a few days at least, and he may take a slight break from runs and walks as well while we try to get this thing to heal.
You can see Scrubs wound (although it looks a lot worse today since he's been licking it like CRAZY) in the video below.
I tried to get a video of Isaac rolling over. Instead, he demonstrated his extreme dislike for being on his stomach. This is now coming in waves. Some mornings he will accept his fate and play or even roll over. But yesterday morning, there was none of that to be found:
To show you how content he is once rolled over, I stopped the video, rolled the babe over, and started shooting again. Looks like a whole new kid doesn't it?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Still husbandless
JB is still at the hospital. He got to come home this afternoon for a few hours to get some rest and to vote, but otherwise, he's been at the hospital since yesterday at 7am.
It's a bit difficult sometimes. You try not to get frustrated as you know this is the life that he (and I) have chosen. But when you think you are going to have a Monday and Tuesday evening together and you get neither, it can get a little bit frustrating. Not sure who you can be frustrated at. Just more at the situation I guess.
Hopefully he'll be home sometime this evening. We'll just wait and see.
It's a bit difficult sometimes. You try not to get frustrated as you know this is the life that he (and I) have chosen. But when you think you are going to have a Monday and Tuesday evening together and you get neither, it can get a little bit frustrating. Not sure who you can be frustrated at. Just more at the situation I guess.
Hopefully he'll be home sometime this evening. We'll just wait and see.
Stolen from Rachel
I stole this from Hans & Rachel's blog. I love it!
While I have very strong opinions about this year's election (but attempt to refrain from political talk on this blog as much as possible), I think it is important that we all realize that no man is bigger than God. God will run our country whether we want Him to or not, no matter who is in office. My very strong pro-life feelings are a chief reason for concern since both presidential candidates have very different outlooks on this topic.
Rachel's Church Bulletin (from our old church -- Christ Community in Rochester, Minnesota) on Sunday brought this home when they listed the Top 10 Predictions of this year's election. I wanted to share them with all of you. I echo these sentiments precisely! It is so important that we remember that God is at the head of this election. He is at the head of our country. All we can do is pray and vote. The rest is up to Him. Let us not forget that when we watch the results come in this evening -- no matter which way things go.
Top 10 Predictions
No matter who wins the upcoming election:
1. The Bible will still have all the answers.
2. Prayer will still work.
3. The Holy Spirit will still move.
4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.
5. There will still be God-anointed preaching.
6. There will still be singing of praise to God.
7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people.
8. There will still be room at the Cross.
9. Jesus will still love you.
10. Jesus will still save the lost when they come to Him.
While I have very strong opinions about this year's election (but attempt to refrain from political talk on this blog as much as possible), I think it is important that we all realize that no man is bigger than God. God will run our country whether we want Him to or not, no matter who is in office. My very strong pro-life feelings are a chief reason for concern since both presidential candidates have very different outlooks on this topic.
Rachel's Church Bulletin (from our old church -- Christ Community in Rochester, Minnesota) on Sunday brought this home when they listed the Top 10 Predictions of this year's election. I wanted to share them with all of you. I echo these sentiments precisely! It is so important that we remember that God is at the head of this election. He is at the head of our country. All we can do is pray and vote. The rest is up to Him. Let us not forget that when we watch the results come in this evening -- no matter which way things go.
Top 10 Predictions
No matter who wins the upcoming election:
1. The Bible will still have all the answers.
2. Prayer will still work.
3. The Holy Spirit will still move.
4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.
5. There will still be God-anointed preaching.
6. There will still be singing of praise to God.
7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people.
8. There will still be room at the Cross.
9. Jesus will still love you.
10. Jesus will still save the lost when they come to Him.
Pain & Comfort
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance." James 1:2-3
"As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is flawless." 2 Sam 22:31
"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will Himself complete and make you what you ought to be, establish and ground you securely, and strengthen, and settle you." I Peter 5:10
These scriptures really jumped out at me when I did my devotions yesterday morning. They really got me thinking as well. In our case, I have been blessed to actually find some meaning in the five years that I dealt with infertility.
My meaning is Isaac. As I have written before, I am now an advocate of adoption to the millionth degree. Isaac has completed our family. Even without our China daughter or Elijah . . . we feel satisfied getting the opportunity to be Isaac's parents.
In my mind I see things having transpired differently. We never went through infertility treatments or five years of pain and disappointment. We have our biological children just as we thought we wanted. Then Bri gets pregnant. She doesn't even think to call us. She gives Isaac to another family. Or she does call us. And we say no. We direct her to another family where there are no children -- where we think Isaac is more "needed."
I can't imagine either of those scenarios. Thus, my reason for going through five years. We had to be childless when Bri conceived Isaac. We had to be. Was that really the reason? I have no idea. I can't read God's mind. But for me, thinking that Isaac is the reason makes everything we went through worth it.
But that makes me lucky. Lucky to have a reason for our pain. I know so many couples living in the midst of the years I went through. Some of them are getting ready to do IVF right now. Others have given up on infertility treatments, either as we had (for a time), or permanently. Some have lost babies either before, during, or after delivery. Some have made the decision to remain a family of two. Others are looking into foster parenting or adoption.
And that is just infertility and pregnancy loss. That is just one small piece of grief that permeates our lives on this earth. The list of other griefs and disappointments is too large to possibly go into on this blog. There are so many things that can pain us on this earth. So many heartaches that make us question the Lord or his existence and then cling to Him all the more.
The truth is, not everyone who goes through that unending pain will see a reason, be it accurate or not, for their pain. At least not on this Earth. They won't know why they had to hurt so badly when it seemed that others were getting the answers to their prayers.
And that's where these scriptures bring me comfort.
"Consider it pure joy . . . the work of the Lord is flawless . . . He will complete and make you what you out to be . . . He will settle you."
God has a plan. I can't promise that you will see that plan come to completion while you are on this Earth. But He is on your side. He has your best interest in mind.
I pray that I remember this the next time my prayers go unanswered. My prayer for a baby when I wanted it would mean Isaac wouldn't be here. I am so amazingly thankful that those prayers were not answered the way I wanted. Thank goodness God could see the whole picture and He knew better.
I pray we all remember this.
"As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is flawless." 2 Sam 22:31
"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will Himself complete and make you what you ought to be, establish and ground you securely, and strengthen, and settle you." I Peter 5:10
These scriptures really jumped out at me when I did my devotions yesterday morning. They really got me thinking as well. In our case, I have been blessed to actually find some meaning in the five years that I dealt with infertility.
My meaning is Isaac. As I have written before, I am now an advocate of adoption to the millionth degree. Isaac has completed our family. Even without our China daughter or Elijah . . . we feel satisfied getting the opportunity to be Isaac's parents.
In my mind I see things having transpired differently. We never went through infertility treatments or five years of pain and disappointment. We have our biological children just as we thought we wanted. Then Bri gets pregnant. She doesn't even think to call us. She gives Isaac to another family. Or she does call us. And we say no. We direct her to another family where there are no children -- where we think Isaac is more "needed."
I can't imagine either of those scenarios. Thus, my reason for going through five years. We had to be childless when Bri conceived Isaac. We had to be. Was that really the reason? I have no idea. I can't read God's mind. But for me, thinking that Isaac is the reason makes everything we went through worth it.
But that makes me lucky. Lucky to have a reason for our pain. I know so many couples living in the midst of the years I went through. Some of them are getting ready to do IVF right now. Others have given up on infertility treatments, either as we had (for a time), or permanently. Some have lost babies either before, during, or after delivery. Some have made the decision to remain a family of two. Others are looking into foster parenting or adoption.
And that is just infertility and pregnancy loss. That is just one small piece of grief that permeates our lives on this earth. The list of other griefs and disappointments is too large to possibly go into on this blog. There are so many things that can pain us on this earth. So many heartaches that make us question the Lord or his existence and then cling to Him all the more.
The truth is, not everyone who goes through that unending pain will see a reason, be it accurate or not, for their pain. At least not on this Earth. They won't know why they had to hurt so badly when it seemed that others were getting the answers to their prayers.
And that's where these scriptures bring me comfort.
"Consider it pure joy . . . the work of the Lord is flawless . . . He will complete and make you what you out to be . . . He will settle you."
God has a plan. I can't promise that you will see that plan come to completion while you are on this Earth. But He is on your side. He has your best interest in mind.
I pray that I remember this the next time my prayers go unanswered. My prayer for a baby when I wanted it would mean Isaac wouldn't be here. I am so amazingly thankful that those prayers were not answered the way I wanted. Thank goodness God could see the whole picture and He knew better.
I pray we all remember this.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Stuck at the hospital
JB has four women scheduled to deliver in the next few weeks. Today is one of those lady's big day. Or actually, maybe it will be tomorrow. Either way, John has been at the hospital since 7am this morning, and it doesn't look like he'll be home anytime soon. I doubt he'll be home by tomorrow morning.
Isaac and I stopped at the Greek restaurant to pick up some dinner and bring it to him. We actually got to spend a few hours with him in between checks on his patient. The good news is, he may actually get some sleep if the labor goes long and then have tomorrow off since he'll have been on all night. So it's not all bad.
I'm happy for the lady who is having her baby, and happy that she gets to have her doctor there. I know that that is something I think about a lot. What if Dr. G. is not there when I go into labor? Which one of JB's male colleagues would be my doctor then?! Either way, it's just weird that my husband is the doctor she wants to have there. I often forget that he actually he is a doctor until I go visit him at the hospital, and he starts talking to other people in a language that is completely foreign to me. I wonder if he has to consciously turn off his "brain" when he comes home so he can talk to me in English again?
Speaking of my guy, it seems that Joia has tagged me to do a post on him. So maybe I'll do that tomorrow. For now, I'm heading to bed early! Just me, Scrubby, and baby Isaac.
Tomorrow is a big day. Tomorrow we have the opportunity to vote for the individual we want to lead our country. Go vote everyone!
Isaac and I stopped at the Greek restaurant to pick up some dinner and bring it to him. We actually got to spend a few hours with him in between checks on his patient. The good news is, he may actually get some sleep if the labor goes long and then have tomorrow off since he'll have been on all night. So it's not all bad.
I'm happy for the lady who is having her baby, and happy that she gets to have her doctor there. I know that that is something I think about a lot. What if Dr. G. is not there when I go into labor? Which one of JB's male colleagues would be my doctor then?! Either way, it's just weird that my husband is the doctor she wants to have there. I often forget that he actually he is a doctor until I go visit him at the hospital, and he starts talking to other people in a language that is completely foreign to me. I wonder if he has to consciously turn off his "brain" when he comes home so he can talk to me in English again?
Speaking of my guy, it seems that Joia has tagged me to do a post on him. So maybe I'll do that tomorrow. For now, I'm heading to bed early! Just me, Scrubby, and baby Isaac.
Tomorrow is a big day. Tomorrow we have the opportunity to vote for the individual we want to lead our country. Go vote everyone!
Bonding Time
It's Monday here in northern Florida. Monday is the day that Jocelyn comes to spend the morning with us.
If you are looking for Jocelyn or Scrubs, chances are you'll find them in one of these three places:
If you are looking for Jocelyn or Scrubs, chances are you'll find them in one of these three places:
Under the coffee table. I think they were investigating something that was under the couch, but truthfully, I'm really not sure.
Playing with toys. Scrubs has really learned how to hang out with kids and not play with any of the their toys. I'm really proud of this as it was one of my biggest worries about having children coexist with my dog. 
Watching a little TV. Well, Jocelyn watched while Scrubs recovered from his play date at the bay with Deuce. (I'm not sure why he looks so fat here!) Going to the bay is good practice for me as I use the double stroller and have to get two kids and the dog out of the house at the same time. (Although Jocelyn is very cooperative, and can walk, which Isaac won't be able to do when Elijah gets here.)
Still watching TV but with Jocelyn deciding to get a bit more comfortable.
Okay, onto a completely different topic. Let's talk chocolate shall we? More specifically, let's talk chocolate truffles, as illustrated in the photo below:
Yesterday after church a bunch of JB's fellow second year residents decided to go to the gun range. Afterwards, they decided to come back to our house for some pizza (and dessert!) Who brought the dessert!? Why Joia of course. She brought the chocolate truffles pictured above.
Folks, trust me on this one. They are every single bit as good as they look. I don't know how many I ate because I lost count after six. She says they were super easy. Not sure how anything that tastes that good be that super easy. Either way, how easy they were really doesn't matter. The things were AWESOME! I'd like to have them for my birthday cake next year. I'm putting my order in now.
Joia actually did a post on the guys' (and Kacey's) evening at the range and our last-minute dinner at our house. I'll refrain from reposting everything she's included and simply direct you to her blog for all the details.
P.S. On an ending note, please allow me to shift directions yet again and discuss the fact that Isaac still has no clue the time has changed. Five a.m. still feels like six a.m. to him. Not sure how we are going to get the point across that five is completely different than six. We pushed back feeding him when he got up to try to help. We'll see if that works. This is an important concept that we need him to come to understand as quickly as possible.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Proof!
This morning while JB and I were cleaning our bedroom, I asked him to keep an eye on the pup while I went to the bathroom. JB just laughed. "Wendi, you don't understand," he said. "This dog doesn't do anything while you are in the bathroom or any other room with the door closed. He just waits for you to come out."Sometimes I can hear Scrubs scratching at a door when I shut him out of the bathroom or a bedroom, but I didn't really think he actually stood and waited the entire time. JB decided to take this photo above to provide me with proof that Scrubs is addicted to me. Here he is, waiting, for me to emerge from the bathroom. Can't a girl get some privacy?!
It may seem like it is wonderful to be loved. And I suppose it is. But sometimes a dog following you to every single location in your house is a bit annoying. He helps me do laundry, brush my teeth, empty the dishwasher. Everything. Sometimes its nice to have the company, but sometimes, it gets a little bothersome to have him completely under my feet. JB bought the dog so I would never feel lonely, and I guess Scrubs has done a good job making sure that is the case. You can't feel lonely with a Scrubs in the house!
Good dog.
Newsflash:
Babies and Dogs have NO idea that 6:00am is actually 5:00am when it is time to change your clocks. No idea at all. Bummer!
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Actually . . .
Actually, I was not a solider girl or an airman. JB and I stole this idea from a photo we saw once on Rachel's blog. We are "upper and lower GI."
Here are some other pictures from the evening. For a more complete view, jump over to Joia's entry.
Happpy Halloween from Tigger!
More pictures of our fun Halloween Party at Rob & Sarah's to come. But for now, here is our boy in his first Halloween costume.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Quite pregnant
Twenty-seven weeks today. Wow.
In some ways that feels very pregnant. Twenty-seven weeks is nearly seven months of being pregnant. (Only five of which I knew about by the way.)
In other ways it is remarkable to me that I still have thirteen weeks of growing left to do. How much more growing can one person do? Quite a lot it seems.
So far it appears that I am gaining most of my weight in one place: my stomach. When I go to my Moms in Motion exercise class, women that are due before me have much smaller bellies than I do. A few I would even question as to whether they are actually pregnant, where with me, there is no denying it. Some of them have gained as much weight as me but just have their weight more spread out. Some of them have gained much less than me. Either way, my stomach is huge.
The question is, how much weight can one person hold right smack in the front of their body before they topple over? I think gaining weight a little spread out would make it a little easier to bend over, balance, etc. It might also make it easier to hold their nearly six month old son as well.
Doc JB tells me that this is a good pregnancy and that things are going very well. I don't have anything to compare it to so I'll take his word for it. I've had a few small issues to deal with but nothing major at all.
I've had a pretty nasty rash on the right side of my upper thigh for a few weeks now which just recently seems to be improving. Not sure where this came from but apparently rashes are common in pregnancy.
I've also had some pain around the incision above my belly button where I had an umbilical hernia repaired in my teens. The discomfort got fairly intense the other night at the Fair, but by morning, wasn't bothering me anymore. Doc JB says this is just scar tissue being stretched. Either way, my tiny surgery incision looks a lot larger with a stretched belly.
My main issue is this stinkin' heartburn/indigestion. I am taking medication for this but still have some real discomfort in the evenings. Some evenings the indigestion causes me to feel very out-of-breath and as if my heart is going to beat out of my chest, although Doc JB assures me that my heart rate is completely normal when I am feeling this way. It doesn't seem to matter what I eat or how much I eat -- the only thing that will get me feeling better is to lay down on the couch and do nothing for two hours. This isn't easy for me to do. Not only am I not a sit-around-and-do-nothing-kind-of-gal, but there is a lot I need to do in the evenings between husband and baby and dog. JB is wonderful and helps me a ton, but I still can't stand that I am just lying on the couch when I could be getting some important things done around the house. I'm still working twenty hours a week for RLSF so the evenings, after Isaac and Scrubby go to sleep for the night, are my time for getting things done.
Oh well. If that's the least of my worries, I think I am doing really well.
As for how I feel about being pregnant, I think reality has started to set in. I now feel pregnant and look pregnant nearly every minute of the day, so denial is no longer able to mount itself on my brain. I have also found that the guilt surrounding this pregnancy has dissipated to a large degree as well. I appreciate those of you who prayed for me in this regard as this was something that was plaguing me greatly early on. I truly wondered how I would feel comfortable going anywhere once I was significantly showing.
I think the struggle now is that anytime I feel uncomfortable or frustrated with something surrounding being pregnant, I feel guilty about feeling badly. I feel like I should be thankful for every single moment of being pregnant and not frustrated by anything. I know this is not realistic or possible, but it is still an accurate description of my emotions. How can you possibly complain or express annoyance at something you prayed for for so long? I'm still working this out in my brain. I know that simply pretending to be Pollyana for ten months and singing a song of pure joy is not realistic. Sometimes I need to say that something hurts or is bothering me. But I want to do this while maintaining a positive attitude and happy heart at all times.
I'm not sure if any of that makes sense. If it doesn't, just disregard the previous paragraph. When I work it out in my own brain, maybe I'll be able to write it with more eloquence.
I also want to thank all of you who gave me ideas for jeans/pants. The one website finally got a new jean in and they have my size. They are black which would not be my color of choice. However, I just need to obtain at least one pair of long pants to make it through winter. If they are black, then black they will be. I am anxious for them to come in and hoping that they fit. Otherwise, I may resort to giving up a pair of my good jeans to be altered. This is probably second best for now. I could, of course, by some cheap men's jeans, but quite honestly, I'm already pregnant and feeling a little frumpy and uncoordinated in the style department. I'd prefer not to add to that by wearing jeans that make me feel frumpy as well. Men's jeans hang on me in all the wrong places and don't make me feel very feminine -- something I'd like to feel, especially right now.
This evening we are going to a "Wifia Halloween Party" at Sarah's. We are all wearing costumes -- Isaac, JB, and me. No telling until I have photos to illustrate our costumes, but tune in tomorrow for some pics of Isaac's first Halloween.
In some ways that feels very pregnant. Twenty-seven weeks is nearly seven months of being pregnant. (Only five of which I knew about by the way.)
In other ways it is remarkable to me that I still have thirteen weeks of growing left to do. How much more growing can one person do? Quite a lot it seems.
So far it appears that I am gaining most of my weight in one place: my stomach. When I go to my Moms in Motion exercise class, women that are due before me have much smaller bellies than I do. A few I would even question as to whether they are actually pregnant, where with me, there is no denying it. Some of them have gained as much weight as me but just have their weight more spread out. Some of them have gained much less than me. Either way, my stomach is huge.
The question is, how much weight can one person hold right smack in the front of their body before they topple over? I think gaining weight a little spread out would make it a little easier to bend over, balance, etc. It might also make it easier to hold their nearly six month old son as well.
Doc JB tells me that this is a good pregnancy and that things are going very well. I don't have anything to compare it to so I'll take his word for it. I've had a few small issues to deal with but nothing major at all.
I've had a pretty nasty rash on the right side of my upper thigh for a few weeks now which just recently seems to be improving. Not sure where this came from but apparently rashes are common in pregnancy.
I've also had some pain around the incision above my belly button where I had an umbilical hernia repaired in my teens. The discomfort got fairly intense the other night at the Fair, but by morning, wasn't bothering me anymore. Doc JB says this is just scar tissue being stretched. Either way, my tiny surgery incision looks a lot larger with a stretched belly.
My main issue is this stinkin' heartburn/indigestion. I am taking medication for this but still have some real discomfort in the evenings. Some evenings the indigestion causes me to feel very out-of-breath and as if my heart is going to beat out of my chest, although Doc JB assures me that my heart rate is completely normal when I am feeling this way. It doesn't seem to matter what I eat or how much I eat -- the only thing that will get me feeling better is to lay down on the couch and do nothing for two hours. This isn't easy for me to do. Not only am I not a sit-around-and-do-nothing-kind-of-gal, but there is a lot I need to do in the evenings between husband and baby and dog. JB is wonderful and helps me a ton, but I still can't stand that I am just lying on the couch when I could be getting some important things done around the house. I'm still working twenty hours a week for RLSF so the evenings, after Isaac and Scrubby go to sleep for the night, are my time for getting things done.
Oh well. If that's the least of my worries, I think I am doing really well.
As for how I feel about being pregnant, I think reality has started to set in. I now feel pregnant and look pregnant nearly every minute of the day, so denial is no longer able to mount itself on my brain. I have also found that the guilt surrounding this pregnancy has dissipated to a large degree as well. I appreciate those of you who prayed for me in this regard as this was something that was plaguing me greatly early on. I truly wondered how I would feel comfortable going anywhere once I was significantly showing.
I think the struggle now is that anytime I feel uncomfortable or frustrated with something surrounding being pregnant, I feel guilty about feeling badly. I feel like I should be thankful for every single moment of being pregnant and not frustrated by anything. I know this is not realistic or possible, but it is still an accurate description of my emotions. How can you possibly complain or express annoyance at something you prayed for for so long? I'm still working this out in my brain. I know that simply pretending to be Pollyana for ten months and singing a song of pure joy is not realistic. Sometimes I need to say that something hurts or is bothering me. But I want to do this while maintaining a positive attitude and happy heart at all times.
I'm not sure if any of that makes sense. If it doesn't, just disregard the previous paragraph. When I work it out in my own brain, maybe I'll be able to write it with more eloquence.
I also want to thank all of you who gave me ideas for jeans/pants. The one website finally got a new jean in and they have my size. They are black which would not be my color of choice. However, I just need to obtain at least one pair of long pants to make it through winter. If they are black, then black they will be. I am anxious for them to come in and hoping that they fit. Otherwise, I may resort to giving up a pair of my good jeans to be altered. This is probably second best for now. I could, of course, by some cheap men's jeans, but quite honestly, I'm already pregnant and feeling a little frumpy and uncoordinated in the style department. I'd prefer not to add to that by wearing jeans that make me feel frumpy as well. Men's jeans hang on me in all the wrong places and don't make me feel very feminine -- something I'd like to feel, especially right now.
This evening we are going to a "Wifia Halloween Party" at Sarah's. We are all wearing costumes -- Isaac, JB, and me. No telling until I have photos to illustrate our costumes, but tune in tomorrow for some pics of Isaac's first Halloween.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
A rolling machine
Yesterday, our dear little Isaac finally rolled over! As of yesterday, the little pudge-meister hadn't expressed much interest in the activity despite tons of tummy time.
When we were getting ready for the Fair last night, we sat Isaac on our bed, propped up by a pillow. He thought this was great, until he fell forward, face forward onto the bed. I immediately ran over to pick him up, but JB told me to leave him and let him try to sort it out himself. He sorted it out by immediately rolling over onto his back!
This resulted in huge cheers and dances by Daddy and Mommy which Isaac thought was just fantastic. Not only had he rolled over, but he had waited to do it when both Daddy and Mommy were watching. Whataguy!
I wondered if it was a freak occurrence, but when I laid him on his belly for tummy time this morning, he took all of about two seconds to tell me what he thought of that idea by rolling onto his back. Daddy came home later, and he repeated the performance. We now have a rolling machine.
Go Isaac!
When we were getting ready for the Fair last night, we sat Isaac on our bed, propped up by a pillow. He thought this was great, until he fell forward, face forward onto the bed. I immediately ran over to pick him up, but JB told me to leave him and let him try to sort it out himself. He sorted it out by immediately rolling over onto his back!
This resulted in huge cheers and dances by Daddy and Mommy which Isaac thought was just fantastic. Not only had he rolled over, but he had waited to do it when both Daddy and Mommy were watching. Whataguy!
I wondered if it was a freak occurrence, but when I laid him on his belly for tummy time this morning, he took all of about two seconds to tell me what he thought of that idea by rolling onto his back. Daddy came home later, and he repeated the performance. We now have a rolling machine.
Go Isaac!
A night at the Fair
Last night we decided to go to the County Fair with two of JB's fellow residents and their families. Wednesday was "Military Appreciation Night" so we got in free! I'm all for that. It was really our first sort of "family field trip". We had a great time. Below, I've included some photos from the event. For even more pics of our evening, you can drop in on Joia's blog HERE.
Our group: Joia, Phillip and Keenan -- us -- Eric, Andrea, and Jonathon
Eric riding the racecar all by himself. Okay, so Jonathon was next to him. JB thought it would be funny to get a picture of Eric appearing to ride all by himself. :)
Two of my great Eglin friends, and fellow soon-to-be-second-time-moms. That's Andrea on the left (currently 35 weeks), me in the middle (27 weeks), and Joia on the right (31 weeks). Andrea is having a girl, which they plan to name Cloe. But Joia is waiting for the big day to find out.
Isaac and Daddy trying to stay warm.
We opted to be the stroller-watchers while these groups took a turn on the Ferris Wheel.
Isaac and me. 
Our group: Joia, Phillip and Keenan -- us -- Eric, Andrea, and Jonathon
Eric riding the racecar all by himself. Okay, so Jonathon was next to him. JB thought it would be funny to get a picture of Eric appearing to ride all by himself. :)
Two of my great Eglin friends, and fellow soon-to-be-second-time-moms. That's Andrea on the left (currently 35 weeks), me in the middle (27 weeks), and Joia on the right (31 weeks). Andrea is having a girl, which they plan to name Cloe. But Joia is waiting for the big day to find out.
It was a chilly night. We realized we don't have any mittens for Isaac so he borrowed a pair of his buddy Keenan's. Isaac loved looking at all the lights and hearing all the noises.
Isaac and Daddy trying to stay warm.
We opted to be the stroller-watchers while these groups took a turn on the Ferris Wheel. 
Isaac and me.JB's main motivation for the fair: 4H animals. There weren't very many to see but he and Isaac had a good time with what was there nonetheless.
And here is a video of our group hanging out with the 4H poultry.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Eliot
I have been following the story of Eliot for quite some time. In fact, this is where I met my great online friend Andi (aka "Funky Monkey"). This being said, you can't believe how thrilled I was when I tuned into Oprah yesterday and saw that Eliot was being included on her show featuring miracle children. What was so great about it was that it was an opportunity to share the love of the Lord with the world as Eliot's family are very strong Christians. To watch a video on Eliot's life: CLICK HERE and be prepared to cry. What an amazing story of how precious life is, no matter how short.
Toiletry bag . . . unpacked
I have a confession to make.
Yesterday, I unpacked my travel bag filled with toiletries for the first time in nearly six months!
Since May of this year, my toiletry bag has remained packed. It has hung on the back of my bathroom door. Instead of unpacking and repacking, I have simply lived out of this bag, forgoing putting the items back in their respective places in my bathroom.
JB kept asking me if I was going to unpack it. No sir. Why would I? If I unpacked, I would just have to repack within a few days or weeks.
Check out our schedule since May of this year.
Yesterday, I unpacked my travel bag filled with toiletries for the first time in nearly six months!
Since May of this year, my toiletry bag has remained packed. It has hung on the back of my bathroom door. Instead of unpacking and repacking, I have simply lived out of this bag, forgoing putting the items back in their respective places in my bathroom.
JB kept asking me if I was going to unpack it. No sir. Why would I? If I unpacked, I would just have to repack within a few days or weeks.
Check out our schedule since May of this year.
- May: Picked up Isaac from Fort Lauderdale
- June: Took a trip to Minnesota
- July: Took a trip to Amelia Island to see my parents
- August: Took a trip to Chicago
- September: Took a trip to Fort Lauderdale for hearing (that never happened)
- October: Took another trip to Fort Laudedale for actual hearing
- October: Took a trip out west
Bottom line?
I am done travelling. We are done travelling. We are staying home forever!
Okay, maybe not forever, but quite honestly, we have no travel plans for our family, right now at least, until Fall of next year. JB has to attend some conferences, but Isaac, Scrubs, me (and Elijah) plan to hunker down and not go anywhere for quite some time. This includes trips to Ft. Lauderdale. I just need to live at my own house and not out of my travel bag for awhile.
My toiletry back is staying UNPACKED for quite some time. Yippeeee!
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