week 42 in pictures

sunday:a little blurry because it’s practically impossible to take good pictures inside our church… and also because I felt that it might be a little bit odd that I was taking a picture in church… and also because if shane knew I was taking the picture in church, he would have confiscated it… at any rate, shane was the acolyte at the 11:00 service. I felt I should document it, since I spent most sundays of my adolescence doing this exact thing. except I got to wear a groovy white robe with a hood. they still use those at 8:30.

monday:micah’s 4th birthday! these are the balloons daddy brought home for him. yes, we are still, very much, stuck on thomas.

tuesday: love trees putting on their fall colors. I especially love they way some trees seem to do it a branch at a time.

wednesday:dave was sneaky and took this pic of shane playing with micah’s new birthday present. he likes to claim he doesn’t like toys anymore, but I think he really likes having a little brother so he can get a fix in every now and then.

thursday:at a MOMS club function, micah spent about 15 minutes under this plastic bin. not sure why. every now and then, he would reach out and grab a small toy that was within reach and haul it under there with him. sometimes moms would lift it and check on him. sometimes other kids would sit on the bin… he was happy as a clam.

friday: this was layla’s physical therapy appointment this week.

saturday: just some more fall gorgeousness in the library parking lot. something about these magical colors makes me suddenly want to become bob ross. sadly, I know nothing about painting happy trees, so I’ll let God continue to wow me with stuff like this, and I’ll probably just keep taking pictures.

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people are stupid.

today, upon checkout at the grocery store, i learned the following: angelina walked in on jen and brad! prince william accused camilla of being a drunk! kate has turned from mom to monster! george w. bush is on suicide watch! certain mystery celebrities have had plastic surgery flubs! who is bikini-ready and who is not? paul newman’s mistress admits he loved his wife more! why do i need to know this? why is it that tabloids, gossip magazines and “entertainment” tv shows make millions by feeding this crap to the general public? why is it legal for photographers and reporters to follow people around, stalk them, crash their parties, etc.? why are these vultures, who make their livings off of dragging people through the mud and making up BS about them, protected by law? yes, i’m all for freedom of the press. i believe that the government should not control the information that it believe the general public should receive. however, what about privacy...

a swimsuit RAVE!

I’ve totally been neglecting this blog… you know, I’ve got a new baby, and big sister blog isn’t getting as much attention. sorry. at any rate, something monumental happened today that I MUST report. I bought a swimsuit. it was a pleasant experience. I’m really excited about it. you might remember that about a month ago, I wrote a post ranting about the prospect of shopping for swimsuits. well, today, in target, I had this sudden epiphany. instead of looking at all the flimsy, skimpy, unflattering swimwear, I decided to go look in the workout clothes. I mean, really, they’re basically the same thing. they’re both made of fabric that is meant to dry quickly and not bunch up or get heavy when wet. the only difference is that workout clothes are meant to cover and contain parts of you, while swimwear is apparently supposed to flaunt and expose it. so, I found a cute top and a cute skirt, both of which FIT, and I’m not embarrassed to wear, and didn’t come from a specialty shop, co...

today…

my alarm went off today at 6:10. A full 40 minutes later than usual. Sick days (when you’re not dying and you actually have a pre-arranged sub) are awesome. I went downstairs, poured some coffee with eggnog, made a sandwich for shane, let the dog in, turned on the christmas tree lights, and sat down to catch up on all the excitement that is my FB newsfeed. The highlight is always the “on this day” reel. It’s fun to relive who I used to be. I also read about 2 different friends who have stomach flu going through their houses and made me want to put a plastic haz-mat bubble around the house and not let anyone out. took meds to rid myself of stupid pink eye and sinus infection which are the reason behind my second sick day in a row. after shane left for the bus, I woke up my other kids. micah is still sleeping in his tent. he says he doesn’t want to take it down until the first day of winter. you know, because camping in the winter is not the best idea. layla was not so enthusiastic to ...

blogging. then, now… etc. general randomness

I’ve had this blog for quite a while now… since january of 08. that’s crazy. I remember when I first heard about blogs and I didn’t know what the heck a ‘blog’ was. I almost swore them off entirely because of the name. I’m sure I’ve posted before about my weird inability to get past the names of things or how I don’t like the way certain words sound or (my biggest challenge) when words or names don’t make sense to me. example: I have nothing at all against those lacy things that my grandma used to make and stick under lamps on end tables or over the back of my grandpa’s chair so his hair product wouldn’t stain the upholstery. you know what I’m talking about… but I HATE the word “doily”. I think it sounds like the absolute stupidest word in the english language. how can you say it without sounding like (or feeling like) a complete idiot?!? I had an ongoing argument with a friend in high school over which was the stupidest sounding word. I, obviously thought it was “doily”. he swore it ...

a timeline of confusion

may 2006: layla takes her first steps january 2007: layla, in the process of potty training, decides that, not only does she not want to poop in the potty, she does not poop AT ALL. february 2007: layla STILL refuses to poop. you can read all about it here , if you feel the need. however, in reading over that post, there was a very significant sentence: she walks around on her toes . this was in an effort to keep her poop in . this whole poop-phobia thing lasted only about a month, but apparently it was long enough to imbed toe-walking firmly in layla’s muscle memory and it became a habit. december 2007: dave’s gramma gives layla a shirt with a tu-tued dancer on the front and the words ‘future ballerina’ because she has apparently noticed that she is always on her toes. sometime in the general 2008-2010 span of time: when visiting layla’s doctor for well-child checkups, I ask about the toe-walking. he examines her legs and ankles, checks her heel cord flexibility, etc., and d...

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