Friday, January 26, 2007
Ok, I got a new camera. I love it. I also downloaded GIMP photo editing software. I was almost ready to quit. Then a friend online told me where the good menus were. I played with some roses today and the potrait setting on my camera. I really enjoyed myself. Top is SOOC pic. Bottom pic is GIMPed. Also, I cut the tip of my left pointer finger last night. Ouch. Please forgive my terrible typing.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
My mom is coming! They will be moving her to the hospital that is local to me in the next 48 hours. She had a really really really really bad day yesterday and it took her until tonight to get her pain under cotnrol. She will be at the big university hospital. I can see her. I am so grateful! This is a picture of my mom taken last June. It was my baby sister's wedding day. Leah, my sister, is the one in the white dress.
Please add on to my list.
Things of which I am tired
baby spit-up, although in Issac's case it is so voluminous and far reaching that it qualifies as puke
cold It has been cold for about 36 hours. I am tired of it. I am a winter wuss.
whining Samuel has slept in "the big bed' the last two nights. great except that he was up at 5:45 this morning. He is now napping, in the big bed.
my mom being in pain I want her to feel all better, like tomorrow.
waiting Patience is NOT my best virtue and I do not like to wait on anything!
Ok, your turn!
Things of which I am tired
baby spit-up, although in Issac's case it is so voluminous and far reaching that it qualifies as puke
cold It has been cold for about 36 hours. I am tired of it. I am a winter wuss.
whining Samuel has slept in "the big bed' the last two nights. great except that he was up at 5:45 this morning. He is now napping, in the big bed.
my mom being in pain I want her to feel all better, like tomorrow.
waiting Patience is NOT my best virtue and I do not like to wait on anything!
Ok, your turn!
Please tell me that one day he will learn,
even if it isn't true.
My sweet William has been in his room pitching a fit off and on for the last 40 minutes. Would you like to know why? I told him top find his tennis shoes. Obviously, I enjoy torturing him.
William MUST have tennis shoes for school. It is a rule. It is not my rule, but Miss Becky's rule and the rule of his school. The rule is in place for both comfort and safety reasons, and I agree with the rule.
Now, if you know me very well, you will know that William doesn't have just one pair of tennis shoes that I am hiding from him. He has three pairs of acceptable shoes that I can think of off the top of my head.
His problem is that he takes them off in strange places and leaves them there. Every time the kids clean up the toys and such in the back yard, William finds at least one pair of shoes.
You think he would learn. Last weekend he missed a birthday party. I told him thirty minutes before we left that he needed to find shoes and get them on or we would not be going to Sohpie's party. I reminded him a couple of times. He HAD a pair of shoes that he had taken off less than 2 hours earlier since we had been to church that morning. William's 30 minutes elapsed, and he had no shoes on. I asked if he knew where his shoes were, and he said Nope. So I told him no party. That usually sedate boy ran around the house searching for a pair of shoes. He found a pair, about 10 minutes later. However, I had already said no party, so no party it was. In case you haven't heard, I am a mean mama.
So this morning, he says he is ready for school. He got up and got dressed all by himself. He looks great. He told me he even remembered to put on uderpants. I asked him,"Do you have tennis shoes?" He shows me his camo slippers. "Um, no son, you can't wear slippers. You MUST have tennis shoes." And off he went into his tirade/search.
And I need reassurance that this will eventually end. Because when I got up to make sure the girls were ready to leave with dad, I found Celeste in shoes 3 sizes too small and Lydia wearing the tennis shoes that Celeste had left under the dining room table last night.
Now, I must go find my shoes because it is COLD outside and I need something from the car. Shut up about my shoes, ok.
even if it isn't true.
My sweet William has been in his room pitching a fit off and on for the last 40 minutes. Would you like to know why? I told him top find his tennis shoes. Obviously, I enjoy torturing him.
William MUST have tennis shoes for school. It is a rule. It is not my rule, but Miss Becky's rule and the rule of his school. The rule is in place for both comfort and safety reasons, and I agree with the rule.
Now, if you know me very well, you will know that William doesn't have just one pair of tennis shoes that I am hiding from him. He has three pairs of acceptable shoes that I can think of off the top of my head.
His problem is that he takes them off in strange places and leaves them there. Every time the kids clean up the toys and such in the back yard, William finds at least one pair of shoes.
You think he would learn. Last weekend he missed a birthday party. I told him thirty minutes before we left that he needed to find shoes and get them on or we would not be going to Sohpie's party. I reminded him a couple of times. He HAD a pair of shoes that he had taken off less than 2 hours earlier since we had been to church that morning. William's 30 minutes elapsed, and he had no shoes on. I asked if he knew where his shoes were, and he said Nope. So I told him no party. That usually sedate boy ran around the house searching for a pair of shoes. He found a pair, about 10 minutes later. However, I had already said no party, so no party it was. In case you haven't heard, I am a mean mama.
So this morning, he says he is ready for school. He got up and got dressed all by himself. He looks great. He told me he even remembered to put on uderpants. I asked him,"Do you have tennis shoes?" He shows me his camo slippers. "Um, no son, you can't wear slippers. You MUST have tennis shoes." And off he went into his tirade/search.
And I need reassurance that this will eventually end. Because when I got up to make sure the girls were ready to leave with dad, I found Celeste in shoes 3 sizes too small and Lydia wearing the tennis shoes that Celeste had left under the dining room table last night.
Now, I must go find my shoes because it is COLD outside and I need something from the car. Shut up about my shoes, ok.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Those pictures are our darling friend Catherine. We call her Catie, or Tink, or Droofus. We love her! She just a couple of weeks younger than Samuel. She is a teeny tiny thing. That person holding her is her mommy, Jennifer. We all love them! We got otgether to play wtih my friend Kathy today. The pics of her kids didn't turn out all that well.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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