Eight weeks and counting

May 8, 2008

Thank you all for the birthday wishes, and the owl-softie love. I’m hoping to make more but we will see - time seems to be running out for me as my due date is in eight weeks and then my free time will be reduced dramatically for awhile. I think that’s the biggest thing that freaks me out about having another baby. We’ve got such a good schedule going where I get to enjoy Conner all day, but he plays good on his own and that leaves me lots of time to get stuff done around the house, and also things personally that I want to do. It will be a huge adjustment, but it’s only a short season since they grow up so fast, right? That’s what I will have to tell myself as I’m nursing an infant while simultaneously reading a book to a toddler when what I really want to be doing is cleaning or making something.

We had a fantastic weekend that flew by, however the week is not turning out the same unfortunately. Conner’s getting more teeth and because of that he has been insufferable. He is such a joy to be around most days, so to see him miserable breaks my heart, especially when he climbs into my crowded lap, points to his mouth and says, “Mama, hurrrrrrt”. Our silver lining has been that the weather has been gorgeous so when he really gets to grouching at me, we put his shoes on and head outside where he can play with sticks and follow caterpillars and I can enjoy my happy boy again. This picture was a rare moment amongst all the fits of annoyance and gnashing of teeth.

I feel like I should have something exciting to share, but things around here have been chugging along smoothly, so nothing to share except a quick update and a 32-week belly shot. So much I want to blog about but that will wait a few more days as I finish up some projects and try to keep the little man happy.

Breathe in the calm, breathe out the chaos

September 24, 2007

That’s my mantra for the rest of the month. I seriously must’ve been hit with a stupid stick to agree to doing the craft show 3 weeks before and with very little inventory. I’m using up a lot of supplies that have been sitting around taking up space and that is very good, but I am running myself ragged. My fingers are slightly sore from all the crocheting, and I’m even doing stitches in my head as I fall asleep. I need an intervention!

I hate being so busy. I used to love it. I used to create business to make me feel like my day had a purpose, hence making me feel like I have a purpose. But thankfully the Lord showed me how much He wanted to be the center of my attention, and once I gave Him that, I realized I wanted Him to be that, too. Since then I have hated being busy. So the past few weeks have been really hard for me, feeling like I am going and doing constantly. Pulling out my journal and prayerfully writing is something I look forward to whenever I get the chance. And I really really hope I get that chance more often in the near future.

And now here’s some *whine* with my cheese - I have to have a retreat on a root canal that was done 4 years ago. Blech. Because there is no nerve there the only indication there was a problem was the swollen gum I woke up with last week and not a seering pain. Retreating the tooth is the better (and cheaper) option - option B was extracting the tooth, screwing a titanium bolt to my jaw, then screwing on a fake tooth. He had me at “titanium bolt into my jaw”. So I am really praising Jesus right now for that. And then my second glass of *whine* is that my laptop went Mariah Carey on me and would not cooperate at all. Then a few days later the monitor pooped out. Granted, she’s been a good girl and boy has she been through it - dropped numerous times, liquids being spilled on her, four keys ripped off by the hands of a toddler, and yet she still hung in there for me. But now she’s waving the white flag. So by the end of next week I will be the proud owner of a new computer, because while Tim shares everything with me, his laptop, sadly, is not one of them.

So to keep from boring you with more details, let’s go on a picture journey, shall we? I cleared off my CF cards and had many pictures I had forgotten that I had and I’m not sure when I’ll have the chance to load them to flickr, so until then, here is just a few.

Those of you who checked out my shop when it opened might have recognized a familiar face from another hilarious blog: My beautiful and oh so funny friend, Kelly. When needing a model who would look fabulous while also feeling comfortable in front of the camera, she was the first person I thought of and boy-oh-boy did she not disapoint!

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Sell it, Kelly, sell it!

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This is Conner’s favorite way to wind down in the evening. Between him and his dad, I bet you couldn’t guess who came up with this idea.

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This next picture is something we see on a daily basis and is so hard to keep a straight face when we come into contact with it. It usually starts as follows: I (or Tim) tells Conner he can’t have, do, eat, jump on, harrass, or mutilate something or one of the pets. He grimaces painfully, runs out of the room, a thud is heard, and we round the corner in time to see this:

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He’ll then look up for a split second to see if his dramatic performance will earn him an academy award (or any sympathy) and when we shake our head in disagreement, he mourns the moment even more. This age really is the funnest and most entertaining for all involved.

This last one is one I will look at and giggle infectiously from today until many years to come. This was the morning I was supposed to meet Kelly for a walk at 8 am (which normally wouldn’t have been an issue, but as Murphy’s Law and Toddlerhood would predict, Conner slept late on a morning we had to be somewhere). Since we were rushed to get out the door, and the recent dip in temperatures hadn’t motivated me to pull out his fall digs yet, I grabbed the first things I could find and…well…the look speaks for itself.

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It’s very Larry the Cable Guy meets Elmer Fudd. I can not believe I took my child out in public like that, but I did and not only that, but I have proof of this. Poor kid. Socks AND sandals. He never had a chance.

There are more I would love to share, but editing the pictures isn’t an option at the moment so more to come when we’re up and running again.