Monday, November 27, 2006

It's pledge time again.

And not as in "of allegiance." Let me explain. But first, a disclaimer. This is a rambling thoughts entry, NOT an blog announcement of any kind. Or "banouncement" as Mike coined the phrase.

Back to the 'splaining. Every woman, upon announcing she is pregnant, soon learns that there is a mass sorority among us...the sorority sisters of motherhood. Of course, before having a child, we know that there is something special about motherhood, and we just haven't chosen to take that step yet. However, I felt this strange and intense vibe coming from other mothers once I was pregnant. It was like they were giving me a secret look or handshake to let me know it was time for me to pledge to their sorority. And crazy enough, in the middle of that first trimester......THE HAZING BEGINS. You see, at different stages of motherhood, I think the sorority has a different name. There at just a few weeks of gestation, the name of the club is Phi Nausea Puka. The more morning sickness, swollen ankles or vericose veins you have, the more "points" you have in the sorority.

However, nothing--NOTHING--compares to the competition of labor and delivery hazing. I heard so many stories of horror from my new "sisters" that I wondered if there was a contest for worst labor that I didn't know about. Once I was there in the hospital room, I could tell I was pledging for a new level of the sorority. Fortunately for my reputation in the new club, I had a long labor and a delivery that I wasn't necessarily easy. And afterwards I could relate a little bit more to the story tellers. Because no matter how difficult the hazing is, the rewards of that particular hazing leave you with an absolute miracle in your arms and your heart lost forever, and you remember every second of it.

The first few weeks and months of motherhood are also fairly infamous in the motherhood sorority. That house is definitely called Alpha Smelta Poopi and the brother fraternity of Gama Lacka Sleepa. There are so many initiation rights during that first year, it's hard to keep track. (But the smart sisters do keep track, so they can recite to their future pledges what they had to go through--you know, to ENCOURAGE them, not to scare them.)

ANYWAY, this week I felt I was having another pledge moment. Carson has entered into toddlerland and had some tantrums to prove it. Mealtime has become a battle, when he will whine and point for five minutes while I prepare something for him, and the moment I set it on his tray or try to give it to him he throws it to the ground or purses his lips and shakes his head violently. Then he immediately whines and signs that he wants something to eat. Aaaagh! But my hazing points came the other morning. I got puked on for the first time. Oh, I've been SPIT UPed on, but this was honest to goodness vomit. I froze for a second, and then had to laugh. Don't worry, Carson wasn't really that ill. Actually, he had a coughing attack that I think made him gag a little. Too much info? Sorry. What can I say? It's a sisterhood characteristic.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving

Truly, the list of things I'm thankful for is too long to even begin. Aside from health and jobs, the rest of the list is pretty much people, and probably mostly you who are reading this. God is good.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Scabbyhead returns and the climbing continues...

In case you were scab, same story. Carson took a tumble on the concrete outside. :(

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Slow down!

When I look at this picture, the first thing I notice is his cute outfit--thanks, Aunt Tara. But then I see that he looks like such a little boy...not a baby. Yikes. When did that happen?

C-dog is obsessed with buttons of all shape and size--and the pot from the ricecooker. He uses it to stand in, put on his head (or dad's head) or mostly to stand ON to get on top of the coffee table.

Two words: heart melting.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Frequent Dryer

It's amazing to see how curious this little person is. He rarely slows down for a second, and is curious about EVERYTHING. We've also entered the new stage of climbing, where anything (lego container, laundry basket, mom's leg, a book) can be used to get a little higher and possibly obtain access to the top of a table or piece of furniture. The most recent obsession is his desire to be inside the dryer. Now, all you safety freaks, don't worry--we use the gentle cycle.

Friday, November 03, 2006

And the tech-challenged saga continues...

OK. After that diatribe, then I accidentally changed my setting so that only "team members" can comment. WELL. Maybe if you aren't on my team you should be! JK. Now, I expect a LOT of comments. ;)

Thursday, November 02, 2006

I'm a dork.

Confession: I have been feeling a little sorry for myself lately that no one has been commenting on my ever-so-timely blogging. So, I had a few moments tonight and decided to check to see that anyone can enter a comment. Fiddling around with the settings on the blogger host (which, BTW, has been having several problem days lately) I stumbled upon an entire page worth of comments from all of you, my dear friends and readers! Somehow I had FORBIDDEN your comments from being posted! There are a few of you determined and faithful commenters who tried several times to get your comment posted, so now your comment is up several times. And all along, it was MY OWN FAULT that you couldn't see the comments! Oh dear. I am humbled. Thanks to those of you who do comment. Any blogger likes to know that others are looking. Sorry you were silenced temporarily. COMMENT AWAY!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Lions and monkeys and elephants and bears...and farmers! OH MY!

This was the ultimate indulgence for five first-time parents who are so crazy about their cute boys. We dressed them all up PRETTY much only for this very picture. But wasn't it worth it? They were adorable. For those of you out-of-town friends, I'll try to put some name captions below.Elephant: Nathan Lion: CARSON! Bear: Henry Farmer: Silas Monkey: Ethan