Usually I come back from a weekend as busy as this last one stressed out and tired. Not this past one. I don't know what the difference was exactly. I had a good time in general. We had hockey both nights. Our friends came up from DC and we celebrated the birth of their first grandchild.
Saturday night was Zoo America night at the game. Christopher wasn't sure what to think of the screech owl they had present. He met Ranger Scratch (the mascot for Zoo America). He was intrigued by his whiskers. Christopher got a special treat during the game. Coco (our mascot) was in our section. Christopher got to sit on his lap and watch part of the game--he didn't really want to come back to Mama. He was kicked back and chillin' on Coco's lap--it was so cute.
Sunday was autograph night. We took two teens along (Hannah and Courtney). They were so funny!! I thought Courtney was going to pass out when she got to meet Louie. She already has the pick of the two of them together as her screensaver--so cute!!!
I hope to have many more enjoyable weekends like this--just a lot of fun!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Tired
I'm tired--the to the core bone-weary kind of tired. This goofy weather has my fibro in a flair. Christopher is teething; therefore, he hasn't been sleeping straight through the night for most of this week.
My creativity is zapped. I have been working full tilt on designing a PR campaign for our SAAM outreach stuff--whoever decided daisies and "Grow the solution" for the state wide campaign needs to be shot. It'll all come out just fine--there's just so much to do with limited resources and supplies. I've been working on a gift scrapbook at home. Who knew that designing layouts to accommodate future pictures would be so.....draining. It's almost done, but inspiration has flown out the window.
Mother faces emergency surgery today. My grandmother had a stroke last night.
We have hockey all weekend--translated--I have to go home and finish laundry as well as pack for Christopher and I....
Did I mention that I'm tired?
My creativity is zapped. I have been working full tilt on designing a PR campaign for our SAAM outreach stuff--whoever decided daisies and "Grow the solution" for the state wide campaign needs to be shot. It'll all come out just fine--there's just so much to do with limited resources and supplies. I've been working on a gift scrapbook at home. Who knew that designing layouts to accommodate future pictures would be so.....draining. It's almost done, but inspiration has flown out the window.
Mother faces emergency surgery today. My grandmother had a stroke last night.
We have hockey all weekend--translated--I have to go home and finish laundry as well as pack for Christopher and I....
Did I mention that I'm tired?
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Time flies...
when you have a small child who is growing very quickly. Everyday there's something new. Earlier this week Christopher stood up in his pack and play all by himself. He had a repeat performance today. He was so very proud of himself--rightfully so. I wanted to pick him up and kiss and hug him--but I didn't. I praised him and left him standing there, enjoying the fruits of his labors.
He has two teeth with more on the way. We waited so long for the first one. The second came quickly after the first. It caught me off guard. Suddenly it was just there. It's good that he's getting these teeth because it seems as though his favorite lunch is becoming McD's cheeseburgers and french fries. I sure will be glad when that lunch is not so readily available next week!!
A year ago I didn't have Christopher. To be honest, life before him is nothing but a very dim memory lost in the mist. Maybe my life was easier, but I wouldn't trade what I've got with this child for anything in the world!
He has two teeth with more on the way. We waited so long for the first one. The second came quickly after the first. It caught me off guard. Suddenly it was just there. It's good that he's getting these teeth because it seems as though his favorite lunch is becoming McD's cheeseburgers and french fries. I sure will be glad when that lunch is not so readily available next week!!
A year ago I didn't have Christopher. To be honest, life before him is nothing but a very dim memory lost in the mist. Maybe my life was easier, but I wouldn't trade what I've got with this child for anything in the world!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Compulsions
There is something in this universe that is pushing me to write here. So here I sit, waiting for the epiphany.....and I don't sense it coming on. Guess I'll just babble.
It is so difficult to believe that it has almost been a year since my son was born. I can remember the anxiety leading up to his birth, but not really what life was like without him. The last year and a half has been less than easy. There are constant challenges. It seems as though once one challenge has been navigated another presents itself. I'm tired but I'm not done. The crazy thing is that just a few precious moments with my son erases the world--just for that time--and then the phone rings, the water heater goes out, someone else demands my time and attention. The craziness consumes me yet again.
It is so difficult to believe that it has almost been a year since my son was born. I can remember the anxiety leading up to his birth, but not really what life was like without him. The last year and a half has been less than easy. There are constant challenges. It seems as though once one challenge has been navigated another presents itself. I'm tired but I'm not done. The crazy thing is that just a few precious moments with my son erases the world--just for that time--and then the phone rings, the water heater goes out, someone else demands my time and attention. The craziness consumes me yet again.
Do I have a big mouth?
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