Well, Jo has been begging me (or demanding, whichever you believe) to do an update on this blog about myself since she feels I can explain better what is going on in my life than she can. Honestly, nothing much has changed for me right now. I am still in school and taking a few more credits so that I can keep working at the school as I continue searching for a job. But since everyone, including myself, thought I would be gone this semester, my job position and such was given away and I have since become a grunt where I work. But I don't mind, it takes a load off of my shoulders. I've sent out several applications and resumes and still have yet to hear back from most of the companies I applied for. All my classes are online so that if a job does pop up, we can still just pack up and leave without affecting my schooling too much. I'm not sure what else to say about myself. Um... I just had a birthday not too long ago. I turned 19... or not. I'm getting up there though. Overall, life is good and I'm basically just in the waiting process. I started my own blog to rant and rave about movies if anyone is interested. You can find the link on the right or just click here: Film Lingo.
P.S. - Jo does not beg. (Ouch, I wrote it! See, honey? There it is!)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Part 2: The Overflow
OK, so I may have gotten a little too ambitious with that last post. It was crazily crowded. Take a moment to de-clutter and recenter the mind. Deep breath in...then out. Ready for more! These are just the last two videos of Ethan's birthday. Enjoy!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Old Man Ethan
I know I'm almost two weeks late, but here it is: (insert favorite musical intro here) Ethan's birthday update! Our little boy is 1! I know he probably doesn't care at the moment, but I have to remind myself not to call him my little baby. He's not a baby anymore (sigh). He's a little boy who is thoroughly convinced he is a man. We had a little party to celebrate. Nothing big, just the three of us with some cupcakes and fun new toys to play with.
Derek and I tried to step out of our usual, camera-shy habits and took some short videos. You would think, being married to Movie Man, we would have tons of pictures and videos, but no. I just don't think about it. Hopefully we'll get better at doing this... eventually. This post is going to be huge just from the pictures scattered throughout. Enjoy!
Ethan seemed to have a good time. We got him a Mega Bloks dump-wagon and a talking/singing Fisher-Price clock (which may not have been a good idea, but at least it has an off button), and he loves them. He got cards from Grandparents, Great Grandparents, and Aunts and Uncles, which we have saved for keepsakes. Thank you! The money he got fell into his parents hands (evil chuckle), but I think we did pretty well with it. It got divided up between a bank he has in his room from Papa Rhodes and buying him some summer clothes like shorts. He will be stylin'.
In general, Ethan's doing really well. He's growing and developing as he should, if not too quickly for me. He's almost completely off formula and bottles, and he's starting to accept regular food as a not-so-bad source of nutrition. He does have a habit of bracing his legs against the table and slouching, which means he ends up looking laid back and too cool for everything.
He's walking like crazy, almost running, anywhere and everywhere he can get to. He's got his two front top and bottom teeth, and waiting for the others to cut is not enjoyable. He just started to wave bye-bye yesterday, and he laughs hysterically and claps when he's proud of something he's done. He and Polly (our cat) fight as if they were siblings; sad but true, and he's starting to try and outsmart me with everything. Thankfully, he gives good kisses and hugs to make up for it.
He loves tickle fights and has discovered yelling. In fact, that's how he communicates. Short, loud bursts of sound. He says Momma, Dadda, and he's started saying 'nana' for bananas (his favorite food), but otherwise its like the loudest Morse Code you've ever heard. He just doesn't understand why other kids don't respond as well when he tries to have a conversation with them. He's definitely more interested in talking and interacting with people than playing with toys.
I think I've covered everything possible. You can only stare at a computer screen for so long after all. If you can stand to look a little longer here are the videos:
Derek and I tried to step out of our usual, camera-shy habits and took some short videos. You would think, being married to Movie Man, we would have tons of pictures and videos, but no. I just don't think about it. Hopefully we'll get better at doing this... eventually. This post is going to be huge just from the pictures scattered throughout. Enjoy!
Ethan seemed to have a good time. We got him a Mega Bloks dump-wagon and a talking/singing Fisher-Price clock (which may not have been a good idea, but at least it has an off button), and he loves them. He got cards from Grandparents, Great Grandparents, and Aunts and Uncles, which we have saved for keepsakes. Thank you! The money he got fell into his parents hands (evil chuckle), but I think we did pretty well with it. It got divided up between a bank he has in his room from Papa Rhodes and buying him some summer clothes like shorts. He will be stylin'.
In general, Ethan's doing really well. He's growing and developing as he should, if not too quickly for me. He's almost completely off formula and bottles, and he's starting to accept regular food as a not-so-bad source of nutrition. He does have a habit of bracing his legs against the table and slouching, which means he ends up looking laid back and too cool for everything.
He's walking like crazy, almost running, anywhere and everywhere he can get to. He's got his two front top and bottom teeth, and waiting for the others to cut is not enjoyable. He just started to wave bye-bye yesterday, and he laughs hysterically and claps when he's proud of something he's done. He and Polly (our cat) fight as if they were siblings; sad but true, and he's starting to try and outsmart me with everything. Thankfully, he gives good kisses and hugs to make up for it.
He loves tickle fights and has discovered yelling. In fact, that's how he communicates. Short, loud bursts of sound. He says Momma, Dadda, and he's started saying 'nana' for bananas (his favorite food), but otherwise its like the loudest Morse Code you've ever heard. He just doesn't understand why other kids don't respond as well when he tries to have a conversation with them. He's definitely more interested in talking and interacting with people than playing with toys.
I think I've covered everything possible. You can only stare at a computer screen for so long after all. If you can stand to look a little longer here are the videos:
Sunday, May 9, 2010
A mother I am, the mommy I want to be
My mother's day was wonderful. I have a loving husband and an amazing little boy. I can't describe how much I love them! I won't be too tedious in my detail, but I do have to flaunt my mother's day booty. Take that last statement any way you want to. ;)
I have always loved the TV show "Frasier." But, not having TV makes enjoying it a little difficult. Unfortunately, if I tried to watch TV on the computer, I would probably go insane and start talking to an invisible Mr. Bigglesworth. So my caring, understanding husband bought me season 11 (I always like the later seasons better)! Now I have seasons 10 and 11, just nine seasons to go!
I've also been wanting a book series for a long time that I've had a hard time finding. Its a young adult series written by Scott Westerfeld, and the first book is called 'The Uglies.' I first learned about it in one of my education classes and thought they were engaging and interesting. I'm excited to read the whole series!
Material spoiling aside, the concept of what it takes to be a good mother has become glaringly clear to me recently. Derek and I are so blessed to have amazingly good mothers. They are loving, generous, talented, smart, and everything that leaves that warm, cozy feeling coating childhood memories. I know I'm still a new mom, and I know that I will have to learn lessons of mom-hood over and over again, but I also know where I'm painfully lacking. I'm thankful to have such wonderful examples to learn from. Thank you Momma Rhodes and Momma Abbott, Ashley, Christy (who always acted like my mother), Grandma Betty, Grandma Reba, Aunt Cindy, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Catharine, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Gail, Aunt Donna, Taralyn, Janet and the other mother's in my life I'm not related to. Especially Sarah, Wendy, Vicki and Lindsey. I love ya'll and am trying to be more like you.
I have always loved the TV show "Frasier." But, not having TV makes enjoying it a little difficult. Unfortunately, if I tried to watch TV on the computer, I would probably go insane and start talking to an invisible Mr. Bigglesworth. So my caring, understanding husband bought me season 11 (I always like the later seasons better)! Now I have seasons 10 and 11, just nine seasons to go!
I've also been wanting a book series for a long time that I've had a hard time finding. Its a young adult series written by Scott Westerfeld, and the first book is called 'The Uglies.' I first learned about it in one of my education classes and thought they were engaging and interesting. I'm excited to read the whole series!
Material spoiling aside, the concept of what it takes to be a good mother has become glaringly clear to me recently. Derek and I are so blessed to have amazingly good mothers. They are loving, generous, talented, smart, and everything that leaves that warm, cozy feeling coating childhood memories. I know I'm still a new mom, and I know that I will have to learn lessons of mom-hood over and over again, but I also know where I'm painfully lacking. I'm thankful to have such wonderful examples to learn from. Thank you Momma Rhodes and Momma Abbott, Ashley, Christy (who always acted like my mother), Grandma Betty, Grandma Reba, Aunt Cindy, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Catharine, Aunt Debbie, Aunt Gail, Aunt Donna, Taralyn, Janet and the other mother's in my life I'm not related to. Especially Sarah, Wendy, Vicki and Lindsey. I love ya'll and am trying to be more like you.
Mojo writes again!
I feel like I should write something. What? I have no idea; meaning that this may turn into a long, rambling and pointless post. I want to give an update about Ethan, but his birthday is on Tuesday and he turns one (Yay!), so I kind of want to wait until then. Besides, I haven't taken any new pictures yet, and let's face it, an Ethan update without them would almost be lame. Almost.
I would love for Derek to do his own update since he can articulate what's going on with him better. One thing about Derek's school: These professors are insane! I swear most people in Idaho seem to lack any sense of proportion or measurable common sense. I'll stop here before my gremlin-like, bile saturated side runs amuck. That leaves an update about me, but I have a hard time convincing myself it would be as interesting as an Ethan update. Let's give it a shot, shall we?
Going gluten-free is wonderful! I feel so much better, and my skin is almost back to its temperamental, but clear, state. It's not as big of an adjustment as I was afraid it would be. I didn't eat a whole lot of bread, and the cookbook my mom recommended is amazing! I don't feel like I've had to give up anything really. Although, a sad sigh for Milano cookies every now and again is inevitable. I'm still carrying around too much weight, but I have high hopes of shedding the excess poundage soon.
I have to say that this past year has been the most painful, and enlightening, for my vanity. I was never as beautiful as my sisters growing up. They always had, and still do, a classic, almost Romanesque, beauty that shines, especially when they smile. Comparatively, I never thought I came close. In my twenties, I came to think of myself as pretty cute. Then I lost everything I thought made me beautiful, mainly my figure and my nice skin, and yet I learned how beautiful my husband knows I am. I'm still struggling to see through his eyes, but its an education I hope to pass on to our daughters. I still talk about fitting into my clothes again, and having clear skin, but thankfully I'm no longer dependent on it for my self-esteem. I'm also making a conscious effort to stop belittling myself and my appearance. I'm hoping I can stay on this good vibe train!
I've also started to learn Yoga. Body contortion has never been a talent of mine, and I've learned I'm as flexible as a 2x4, but I still enjoy it. Maybe its the meditation or contagious feeling of calm and well being, but I always feel better after a session. Derek and I are trying to get into a new, active routine that, for me, would include Pilates, Yoga and running. Sorry Billy Blanks, I think you and I should take a little break. As for the rest of you, please stay tuned for future developments! Though it may seem like ages, know that I will always post...eventually.
I would love for Derek to do his own update since he can articulate what's going on with him better. One thing about Derek's school: These professors are insane! I swear most people in Idaho seem to lack any sense of proportion or measurable common sense. I'll stop here before my gremlin-like, bile saturated side runs amuck. That leaves an update about me, but I have a hard time convincing myself it would be as interesting as an Ethan update. Let's give it a shot, shall we?
Going gluten-free is wonderful! I feel so much better, and my skin is almost back to its temperamental, but clear, state. It's not as big of an adjustment as I was afraid it would be. I didn't eat a whole lot of bread, and the cookbook my mom recommended is amazing! I don't feel like I've had to give up anything really. Although, a sad sigh for Milano cookies every now and again is inevitable. I'm still carrying around too much weight, but I have high hopes of shedding the excess poundage soon.
I have to say that this past year has been the most painful, and enlightening, for my vanity. I was never as beautiful as my sisters growing up. They always had, and still do, a classic, almost Romanesque, beauty that shines, especially when they smile. Comparatively, I never thought I came close. In my twenties, I came to think of myself as pretty cute. Then I lost everything I thought made me beautiful, mainly my figure and my nice skin, and yet I learned how beautiful my husband knows I am. I'm still struggling to see through his eyes, but its an education I hope to pass on to our daughters. I still talk about fitting into my clothes again, and having clear skin, but thankfully I'm no longer dependent on it for my self-esteem. I'm also making a conscious effort to stop belittling myself and my appearance. I'm hoping I can stay on this good vibe train!
I've also started to learn Yoga. Body contortion has never been a talent of mine, and I've learned I'm as flexible as a 2x4, but I still enjoy it. Maybe its the meditation or contagious feeling of calm and well being, but I always feel better after a session. Derek and I are trying to get into a new, active routine that, for me, would include Pilates, Yoga and running. Sorry Billy Blanks, I think you and I should take a little break. As for the rest of you, please stay tuned for future developments! Though it may seem like ages, know that I will always post...eventually.
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