"Mom!" shouts Will. "Can you please close the door? I need my private seat."
He actually needs his "privacy", but "private seat" actually works in this situation.
Enjoy the day! Our little buddy will since he had his morning bops already!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Out of the Mouth of a Child
As I am sitting at my computer checking my e-mail and such, this is what I see from my viewpoint. Will needs to go potty and "bops."
He actually needs his "privacy", but "private seat" actually works in this situation.
Enjoy the day! Our little buddy will since he had his morning bops already!
He actually needs his "privacy", but "private seat" actually works in this situation.
Enjoy the day! Our little buddy will since he had his morning bops already!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Lingering Longing
Brandon copied a CD for me after hearing of my woes. "Woe is me - Dave wouldn't let me get the soundtrack at the venue." "Woe is me - Dave wouldn't even let me get the greatest hits."
"Jersey Boys" is what I'm talking about. After attending the hit musical, I knew I needed to have those songs - not only for me to remember my night, but also for my boys to culture them with good tunes. I stayed up late after leaving the Windy City, ordering the greatest hits CD's. I got 2 for $15. Yep, beats the price at the theatre.
And then along comes the younger brother surprising me with the pirated soundtrack. "It's kind of boring," he states. "It was only pieces of the songs and lots of talking."
After hearing a little ditty from the soundtrack popped in my Ta-Ho by husband, I became a bit elated hearing my guys singing once again to me.
Don't get me wrong, The Four Seasons will live forever through their clever tunes, but these Chicago "Jersey Boys" will live on forever in me.
Brandon says I'm a dork, but I was once again brought back to my night at the LaSalle Bank Theatre where Frankie Valli and his Seasons sang right to the first row of the mezzanine at me. (No, not "Walk Like a Man." That was to Dave.) "Can't take my eyes off of you. You're just too good to be true. I want to hold you so much." "I need you baby. I love you baby."
Well, yes I am a dork. I have this "weird" thing where I attach myself to others. It is hard to explain, but let me give you an example. After the births of my children, I felt an instant sadness because I wouldn't have the same relationship with my OB-GYN anymore. After seeing him so much in the past nine months, I would only see him again in 6 weeks and then only yearly. And it is never the same either.
I felt a bit sad when I couldn't talk with Tim, the funeral director, anymore. (Thankfully, I don't have to speak with him.) But when you go through some emotional times, the sense of calm they emit is comforting.
I also have this "weird" thing with others who I haven't had any personal contact with. I have dreams with celebrities. Dreams where we become boyfriend and girlfriend, I lead him to Jesus, and then we get married. Matt Damon, Tom Cruise and even Dennis Rodman have highlighted my nighttime thoughts/dreams. (In my Rodman dream, he wore a wedding dress to our nuptials too.)
Anyway, I am really putting this out there for you all to think I am even crazier! I don't care; it shows who am I. And right now, Frank Valli thinks I am "just too good to be true" also!
"Jersey Boys" is what I'm talking about. After attending the hit musical, I knew I needed to have those songs - not only for me to remember my night, but also for my boys to culture them with good tunes. I stayed up late after leaving the Windy City, ordering the greatest hits CD's. I got 2 for $15. Yep, beats the price at the theatre.
And then along comes the younger brother surprising me with the pirated soundtrack. "It's kind of boring," he states. "It was only pieces of the songs and lots of talking."
After hearing a little ditty from the soundtrack popped in my Ta-Ho by husband, I became a bit elated hearing my guys singing once again to me.
Don't get me wrong, The Four Seasons will live forever through their clever tunes, but these Chicago "Jersey Boys" will live on forever in me.
Brandon says I'm a dork, but I was once again brought back to my night at the LaSalle Bank Theatre where Frankie Valli and his Seasons sang right to the first row of the mezzanine at me. (No, not "Walk Like a Man." That was to Dave.) "Can't take my eyes off of you. You're just too good to be true. I want to hold you so much." "I need you baby. I love you baby."
Well, yes I am a dork. I have this "weird" thing where I attach myself to others. It is hard to explain, but let me give you an example. After the births of my children, I felt an instant sadness because I wouldn't have the same relationship with my OB-GYN anymore. After seeing him so much in the past nine months, I would only see him again in 6 weeks and then only yearly. And it is never the same either.
I felt a bit sad when I couldn't talk with Tim, the funeral director, anymore. (Thankfully, I don't have to speak with him.) But when you go through some emotional times, the sense of calm they emit is comforting.
I also have this "weird" thing with others who I haven't had any personal contact with. I have dreams with celebrities. Dreams where we become boyfriend and girlfriend, I lead him to Jesus, and then we get married. Matt Damon, Tom Cruise and even Dennis Rodman have highlighted my nighttime thoughts/dreams. (In my Rodman dream, he wore a wedding dress to our nuptials too.)
Anyway, I am really putting this out there for you all to think I am even crazier! I don't care; it shows who am I. And right now, Frank Valli thinks I am "just too good to be true" also!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Story of the Easter Hat
Once upon a time...
No, we are not telling it like that. So here it goes, my way.
Today was the big Easter party at Thornridge Preschool. Will & Adam were to have a decorated hat for the "parade." Three years ago, Grant's mother (me) was a bad mom and didn't know about such a thing for the party. As Grant walked the parade and was introduced wearing a straw hat Miss Pam and Miss Cindy found in the dress-up clothes, tears streamed down my face as thoughts of how awful a mother I was.
So, three years later, I was determined to do it up big and make this whole hat experience wonderful for my boys.
But the dilemma is that I don't go for the commercialism of Christian holidays. Santa, the Easter bunny - blah, blah, blah. And I was reminded of this viewpoint after visiting Grandma's house for hat ideas and decorations.
Here is how it went down. A couple of my brothers, I believe it was Bryan, Blake & Brandon, were over there at the time eying my hat decorations. They were doing a simple brainstorm among themselves and decided Will needed to wear a crown of thorns. And he should carry a cross. Oh, my. What would the other mothers think of that?!
But it got me thinking more. Maybe we could go this route, but could I get my guys on board? Thus, I found all the Easter books and stories in the house and read to them. I read to give them knowledge of the whole story; I read to them for inspiration; I read to them to give them courage if this hat thing went through.
Out with the girls for a birthday, the topic came up again. Suggestions included painted styrofoam balls to symbolize the empty tomb. Mary could be "branched off" the grave, along with the risen Lord. Another boy could wear a crown and wear a sign "Jesus is Alive" and "Jesus is Lord". (And for any of you out there who knows what sputtin' is, this might be the appropriate time to use it. Forgive me Lord.)
When shopping for materials for my grave, I was also looking for supplies for a foam Easter basket hat. Walmart had all the supplies for both projects. And after much contemplation and weighing the difficulty of making a hat out of styrofoam balls, I decided to go with the foam route.
I am glad we did this. After I cut and constructed the foam framework, it was all them. They had a blast creating. Adam loves the glue and pipe cleaners. Will loves stickers and is a bit of a perfectionist. And Grant even got in on it, with his hat having "symmetry" as he says.
No, we are not telling it like that. So here it goes, my way.
Today was the big Easter party at Thornridge Preschool. Will & Adam were to have a decorated hat for the "parade." Three years ago, Grant's mother (me) was a bad mom and didn't know about such a thing for the party. As Grant walked the parade and was introduced wearing a straw hat Miss Pam and Miss Cindy found in the dress-up clothes, tears streamed down my face as thoughts of how awful a mother I was.
So, three years later, I was determined to do it up big and make this whole hat experience wonderful for my boys.
But the dilemma is that I don't go for the commercialism of Christian holidays. Santa, the Easter bunny - blah, blah, blah. And I was reminded of this viewpoint after visiting Grandma's house for hat ideas and decorations.
Here is how it went down. A couple of my brothers, I believe it was Bryan, Blake & Brandon, were over there at the time eying my hat decorations. They were doing a simple brainstorm among themselves and decided Will needed to wear a crown of thorns. And he should carry a cross. Oh, my. What would the other mothers think of that?!
But it got me thinking more. Maybe we could go this route, but could I get my guys on board? Thus, I found all the Easter books and stories in the house and read to them. I read to give them knowledge of the whole story; I read to them for inspiration; I read to them to give them courage if this hat thing went through.
Out with the girls for a birthday, the topic came up again. Suggestions included painted styrofoam balls to symbolize the empty tomb. Mary could be "branched off" the grave, along with the risen Lord. Another boy could wear a crown and wear a sign "Jesus is Alive" and "Jesus is Lord". (And for any of you out there who knows what sputtin' is, this might be the appropriate time to use it. Forgive me Lord.)
When shopping for materials for my grave, I was also looking for supplies for a foam Easter basket hat. Walmart had all the supplies for both projects. And after much contemplation and weighing the difficulty of making a hat out of styrofoam balls, I decided to go with the foam route.
I am glad we did this. After I cut and constructed the foam framework, it was all them. They had a blast creating. Adam loves the glue and pipe cleaners. Will loves stickers and is a bit of a perfectionist. And Grant even got in on it, with his hat having "symmetry" as he says.
And not to forget about the true meaning of our Holy Week, the boys both put a cross on their hat. Adam made one out of pipe cleaners. And Will had cross stickers all over. He couldn't wait to wear his "Jesus hat" to school today.
I guess a bit of commercialism isn't bad. As long as they know what we are really celebrating! As they waved palm branches this past Sunday in church, they knew. "Hallelujah! Hosanna! Jesus is Lord! Jesus is Risen!" Happy Easter!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
You are 40, not 70!
Someone please save me. Dave is watching Gaither Homecoming on TV. What are you doing right now? Be thankful you don't have to listen to your tone-deaf, toe-tappin', finger-snapping husband singing bits and pieces of this.
Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate this music. I actually like it, but I am not one to sit in front of the tube singing along and making comments to the singers like they are my own family and I'm at the reunion with them. "Get on up, Vestal." Yeah, rise from that lazy boy you sit in all the time. But be careful you don't fall and break a hip.
I just can't believe it. I am sitting here one room away, giggling to myself, shaking my head. This really is something.
He just said, "Steady, Vestal, steady."
Oh, Dave, you are one of a kind, Grandpa.
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