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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Bad News, Good News

It's time for the inaugural edition of Bad News, Good News. I'm thinking of making it a (semi) regular feature. Let me know what you think!

Bad News - We discovered this morning that last night Norah had a diaper blowout the likes of which we haven't seen since she was a newborn. So great was the carnage that her Daddy coined a new phrase, "Diarrhea apocalypse"

Good News - Morning baths are fun! We took the opportunity to try out an ADORABLE bath robe that a friend gave me before Norah was born. It finally fits and it's as cute as we thought it would be!!

Bad News - She was in one of her, "No photos please!" moods and pitched a fit when I tried to snap a shot.

Good News - After some breakfast and coloring, she was in a much more agreeable mood.


She even walked right up to the camera and said, "I'n smilin"

Bad News - Most of the good pictures I got of Norah also contained very clear shots of Mount Laundry in the background.

Good News - Now everyone knows I did our laundry this weekend!


Developments

Here are a few things that have happened in the last few weeks that I haven't talked about yet. Let's call it a stream of consciousness catch-up.


The other day we were driving home and Norah was chanting something in the back seat. She talks to herself all the time (she's very interesting, you know) so I didn't really think anything of it. Finally I turned the radio down to hear what she was saying. As it turns out, she was singing, "ABCs ABCs ABCs" over and over again. So I sang the song and she actually sang along! She sang, "ABC-EFG---------------------------NEXT TIME!-----" Not bad for 18 months.


When you ask her what the wheels on the bus do she replies, "Roun' an' roun" and does the motions. She also does the motions to Itsy Bitsy Spider. The only word she sings in the whole song is "WASHED!"


Norah is understanding some more abstract concepts relating to language too. Either that or she's a very appropriate mimic. When she and Daddy pulled into his favorite coffee drive-through yesterday she said quietly from the backseat, "Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee" Then, once their order was filled and they were pulling away, she said, "Okay thanks. Bye bye."


She stays where I sit her when she's in time out. She also cries heartbreakingly well while seated.


She's pretty sure she's the boss of any dog we know. She gets a little frustrated when she feels that they're not listening to her well enough. It's usually because they can't understand her, or because she's holding food.


And finally my favorite (not for the circumstances but for the sweetness factor):


Thursday night she threw up four times. She never does and she wasn't sure how to handle it. I think she was pretty scared. So after her second full-on bath of the night, I tried to make her feel better. I said, "You got TWO baths tonight! Isn't that special!?!" She looked up at me with her watery blue eyes, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Mommy's special." Then, patting Mark, "Daddy's special."


Say it with me...


AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Goldfish Parallel



When I was in junior high my parents hired a girl from the high school to give me flute lessons. Yes, I played the flute. I wasn't all that great. But that's another story. My flute teacher had a fish tank in her room with two lovely goldfish in it. They were the fancy kind of goldfish, with the really big fan tails and fins. One was mostly orange and the other was white and orange - almost like a koi. The were really beautiful.

After I'd been there a few times I asked about them. She told me that they were part of a science experiment that she'd done a couple of years ago for school. She had heard that goldfish would basically grow to fit the environment that you put them in and she wanted to see if that was true. She bought 6 goldfish. She put two of them in a tiny bowl (like one of those that you might win at the fair), two in a medium bowl and two in the tank (it wasn't a huge tank, maybe 5 or 10 gallons). She fed them the same food at the same times and did all of the other science experiment-y things needed to ensure that their environment was the only determining factor in their growth.

If I remember correctly, the two in the tiny bowl didn't even live through the experiment. The two in the medium bowl went to the Great Aquarium in the Sky not long after. But the two in the big tank were still alive and swishin'. In fact, they were pretty magnificent specimens of fishhood. Then she told me the best part:




All six fish were purchased from the "snake food" bowl.



Those gorgeous goldies were bred for the purpose of consumption by reptile. **Note to my Durango friends: they've done a pretty good job of keeping this info out of our schools, but in the wild, animals actually eat other animals! Crazy right?!? This could be why that sweet little mountain lion you saw out back hasn't touched the salad you left out for him. It might also have something to do with why you can't find your cat.** In fact, all six fish were pretty scrawny when she got them. So just a change of one factor in their little fishy lives altered their course forever. They were given an environment to grow into, and they did a great job of it!

I've been thinking lately that we're all a little bit like goldfish. We do tend to grow to fit our environment don't we? Ask any student who moves from his bedroom/dormroom into a first apartment. In the beginning it feels huge. There's so much space, and not nearly enough stuff to fill it. Generally speaking, over the ensuing weeks and months, the space gets filled. Add a $40 Salvation Army couch here, a weight bench found on the curb there, and just a year or two down the road the place may feel a little cramped. Try to add in another person, say a new spouse, and all of their stuff. Suddenly, there's no room at all!

The main difference between us and goldfish is that for most of us there are more elements than just food and living environment in our lives. There are all sorts of different areas that can expand for us to grow into.

When the area of health expands in our lives, whether through a diagnosis for ourselves or a loved one, it always amazes me how people grow to fit that new environment. I know moms who can explain with scientific precision - or in layman's terms - exactly the cause, effect and treatment of the condition their child is dealing with. Although I was only 14 years old when I had surgery to correct a hole in my heart, I could explain the typical symptoms, tests, appearance of the defect and the treatments for it. Anyone in my immediate family could still tell you the names of the chemo drugs my mom had for breast cancer in 2001, AND why it was important that she take both of them at the same time.

When an area in our life "expands" in some way, we typically grow to fit it. Ask any single mom how she does it all on her own. You'll probably get an, "I don't know! It was nice talking to you but I've gotta get moving!" Moms are usually the best goldfish. Show us a need in the life of a beloved family member and even if there is absolutely NO time left in the day, we'll find a way to meet that need. In the end WE don't even know how we do it.

My former flute teacher became a dear friend of mine. A few years ago she abruptly found herself - by no fault of her own - a single mom of four small children. She had been a work-at-home mom for several years and had not finished her college education. What did she do? She got herself into a challenging and highly respected program at the local university. She wrote for grants and scholorships. She applied for financial aid and free childcare. She worked around the clock for her family - sometimes literally on 3 and 4 hours of sleep for weeks at a time. This year she will graduate with a Master's Degree in Nutrition. She is providing and will continue to provide for her family, not just materially, but as an example of what it means to give yourself for the people you love. She found herself in the snake food bowl of life, and she jumped into a tank with room to grow.

I guess that's the other main difference between us and goldfish. Even though we can't always control the circumstances in which we find ourselves, there are things we can do to change our circumstances and grow through them.

It may not be very enjoyable, but this economic downturn has created some definite opportunities for growth for a lot of people I know. Like a lot of families, we're in a season of re-prioritizing. We're working hard to figure out which "environments" in our lives we want to expand so that we can grow into them. Sometimes it's easy to let our circumstances determine which areas we'll grow into most, as opposed to being deliberate in our choices. Although we may be walking through tighter financial times than we're used to, we can also look at it as an opportunity to reasses who we are and where we're going.

I really want to "expand my tank" in the area of generosity. It's pretty easy to give when I'm giving out of excess. I hope that now, in a time of less no excess I can cultivate the discipline of giving out of a greatful heart rather than out of a fat wallet. There are other areas that we are deciding as a family to grow into as well. Most of them will require some degree of sacrifice. In any life, there is only so much to go around. Whether it's money, time, talent, or any other available resource, we want to make sure that we're investing in important things. We want to invest in eternal things. In the end, it's not necessarily about choosing the Right vs. the Wrong - those choices at usually pretty straight forward. It's more about identifying the Best vs. the Good. This takes a little more effort.

When I first started thinking about goldfish, I was tempted to sink into a little bit of self pity. Oh poor Shelly, just dropped into this little tiny bowl with no room to grow, victimized by her circumstances. Really, it's not nearly so simple and fatalistic as all that. This life is not some divine experiment for which I've been pressed into service. God is not manipulating the elements of my life to just see how I handle a challenge (though we're probably all tempted to feel that way sometimes). He has my best interest at heart. Looking back on my life I can see that even in the difficult times he has never let me down.

The difference between me and my fishy friends is that I have a greater role to play in how things work out. I may not be in control of my circumstances, but I am not helpless. So I will do my best to grow into the environments that I can't change, I will be careful about where I invest my time and energy so that I'm growing in productive ways, and I will activley and greatfully look for opportunities to try out new and bigger environments. Those are the things I can do, and I will do them whether things are going swimmingly or not.



PS - Our little fishy friend at the top is a photo by Danilo Rizzuti. You can get all sorts of images for free at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Dear Gramma

On Tuesday I picked my own outfit. I know that you're pretty sure that this shirt is from boys pajamas that lost it's pants, but I L-O-V-E it! All the kids at school loved it too.


But you can't see the part that I insisted on. I really feel like the blue striped tights and purple and green pumpkin socks were what made the ensemble really come together. I just wish Mommy had been able to get a picture.

Thanks again for the shirt (& the hat)!!

Love,
Norah


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Guess Who...




...loves her daddy.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Not Me Monday - The Dog's Revenge

So last week I told you (all three of you) about how I didn't forget the dog food in my trunk the whole weekend (She still got fed, don't worry! You can go back and read it if you'd like). Well, on Valentine's night she got her revenge. First, I'll tell you what happened, then we can discuss what I didn't do about it...

Jamie was awake all night long. Mark let her out at least twice. This is pretty unusual since, as a middle aged yellow lab, she needs her 17 hours of sleep per day or she's just not herself. On Monday morning we were able to piece the story together pretty quickly.

Seems that the two plastic gallon jugs of apple cider we'd been saving in the pantry had been fermenting for months. I'm no chemist, but I do know that when liquids ferment, they release CO2 gas (hence the bubbly in your beer and other drinks). The pressure inside the sealed jugs got to be too much and they burst that night. Our sweet, helpful (and always hungry) lab went right in and licked some of the mess up for us. How kind of her. In the process, she got a bit tipsy as would anyone who drank nearly two gallons of cider beer. She then proceeded to drunkenly stagger around our house and track the remaining cider all over our slate floors. So here's what I didn't do:

I did not laugh out loud at the thought that my dog spent her Valentine's Day like many American singles - alone and drunk in her living room. I did not swear under my breath (dangit did just fine thankyouverymuch) when I realized that I would be the one on clean-up duty. I did not simply close the door to the pantry for several hours and procrastinate on said clean-up duty. I also did not almost fall over when I finally opened the door to the (unventilated) pantry because it smelled like the trash compactor at a brewery.

Finally, it had not been so long since I'd last mopped that I couldn't find the bucket. And even if it had, I most certainly did not use a spare plastic trash can as a bucket. Nope. No way. Not me. :-)

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Dear Gramma (from Norah)

Dear Gramma,
I just wanted to say, "Thank you" for the new clothes. I couldn't wait for warmer weather to wear my cute new heart shirt so I made Mommy do some creative layering. When she finally put it on me I got so excited that I yelled "Hearts!!" I think Mommy was confused for a second and thought she hurt my hand or something. She still doesn't always understand me.
Anyway, she told me that you sent the shirt to us in the mail from far away. I said, "Thank you Gramma!" really loud, but I'm concerned that you still might not have heard me so I decided to write this letter too. I've included a couple of pictures that Mommy snapped on her camera phone. Sorry I'm a little blurry, I was so excited about my pretty new outfit I was spinning around. The camera had a hard time keeping up. Enjoy!

Love,
Norah

Monday, February 15, 2010

My Little Valentine

I don't usually go in for the matchy thing. Maybe its because growing up, I knew a family who all dressed in matching outfits for every special occasion until the oldest son went to college. Maybe it's matching outfits require 1) the purchase of matching clothing and 2) planning to make sure that all of the clothes are clean on the day you want to match. Since I am 1) cheap and 2) not such a great planner sometimes. It's just never come together for me. Until this weekend.

It was actually Norah who pointed out that we have matching skirts. Seriously, it never even occurred to me. She was in my closet and saw my off-white corduroy skirt. She patted it and said, "Momma's?" I said, "Yep, that's Momma's skirt." The she pulled it toward her little leg and said, "Norah's!" It was about then that it occurred to me that we had matching skirts. I'm a little slow on the uptake. So in honor of Valentines Day (and because she and I both happen to have purple shirts) we dressed alike for church.

You can't see it here, but we're both wearing our brown boots too. Mine aren't fuzzy though. Sadly, they don't make heart tights in my size...

Fortunately my little sweetheart was in the mood for pictures.

What's Valentine's Day without a kiss?

She struck this pose all by herself.

Daddy helped me show off my favorite part of her outfit. SO disappointed they don't make these in grown-up size. :-)

Not Me! Monday - Totally Together


I am not a forgetful person. Those of you who know me can attest that I'm always the girl who has it all together. Right? So let me just run a couple of scenarios by you that would totally not occur in my June Cleaver-eaque household.

A week ago Friday I took off from work a little early (did I mention I got a new job? It's great - but that's another post) to get dog food. She'd been running low for about a week, and since I am not a procrastinator I picked it up on Friday afternoon after I scooped the last 50 kibbles out of the container for her breakfast. I proceeded to have a lovely date night with the hubs, and headed over to my parents' house to pick up the munchkin after that.

Here's what I did not do:

When we picked up babykins and decided to carpool (or truck-pool rather home) on account of exhaustedness, I did not forget the bag of dog food in my trunk. It's a good thing I didn't too. If I had, I would have had to make rice and meat for the dog's meals. There are certainly not three portions of homemade dog food left in my frige at this moment. Furthermore, did not forget the dog food in my trunk AGAIN when we went to my parents' place to watch the superbowl. That would be so irresponsible. Finally, I did not leave the baby's diaper bag in the trunk of my car on Monday evening to ensure that I wouldn't forget the dog food a third time. I don't need those kind of reminders.

This weekend I was not so excited about having friends up to our house to go sledding that I got out of the shower and put night cream on my face. And even if I had, I would never have been so lazy as to just slather on the suncreen moisturizer over it and call it good. Nope. No siree. I am WAY more together than that.

What about you? Is there anything a little dorky that you totally did not do this week?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Supa-stah

Just recently Norah decided that she does not wish to be photographed. As soon as the camera comes out, she might as well be a mega-celebrity avoiding tabloid photographers. Well, just call me the Mom-aratzi! These photos might be a little bit blurry (due in part to the time of evening they were taken) but I just couldn't resist posting them.

Also, notice her very first hair clip!! She finally had enough hair to hold one in at 18 months 3 days old. When she saw it in the mirror she was almost as excited about it as I was.

No photos please.

The starlet checks to make sure we're still paying attention.

As long as the camera keeps snappin' she keeps hiding!

But like many starlets, she becomes distracted by something (in this case, doing the motions while Daddy sings "Twinkle Twinkle")

So as long as she's not avoiding photos any more she might as well strike a pose!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Not Me! Monday - A Shovelin' Fool


This week, I'm participating in my very first Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. She uses humor and sarcasm to expose her own flaws and foibles. Humor and sarcasm? Tattling on yourself? Does anyone else think that this is right up my alley!?! You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. As for me, well here goes...

I am not the kind of gal who puts off shoveling her deck. Nope. No way. Not me! "Three inches is two too many." That's my motto. So I most certainly did not wait until after a three foot overnight dump to begin shoveling!

This, then, is not a cross section photo of the foot of snow that I diligently sent cascading through the railing to the ground below.

And what are these small crunchy objects unearthed during my fascinating archeological dig? Well, they are definitely not leaves that I neglected to sweep off the deck last Fall!

The afore mentioned non-existent leaves were absolutely not set free from their icy prison only to be flung to the ground two stories below where they will be carried away by the melting rivers of Spring. Certainly not! Each leaf was carefully and loving bagged to be turned into top grade fertilizer (as soon as I learn how to do that) for my fantastic garden (composed of the two types of flowers that grow at 9,000 feet). I collected the leaves, in part, because I so enjoy strapping on my snow shoes, but also because shoveling a foot of snow off the deck just wasn't quite enough exercise.


That's right, a foot of heavy, wet snow.


Did I mention that I have two decks?


Did I mention that they're both covered??



This is not a photo of the mountain of snow that awaited me on the uncovered stairs off of our lower deck.

I was not tempted to give up halfway down the stairs and tell anyone who needed to access them from the bottom of the sled run that they'd better learn to jump really high.

I also did not take a short cut and shove the snow backward through the open stair treads.

Finally, I did not take a photo of my neighbors deck to make myself feel better about all of my hard work.

So that's it for Not Me! Monday. Let me know what you think!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Weekend Update

I've been pretty good about taking pictures lately. Posting them? Notsomuch. Here are a few of my favorite from last weekend and the weekend before. Hopefully I'll be able to post some from this weekend tomorrow.

Doggies are a girl's best friend.

Especially when they're big enough to hide behind!

All that sitting and being hugged makes Jamie tired.

We went snowshoeing around the neighborhood. It had snowed so hard we had to wear our snowshoes to walk ON the road. Notice my little cherub dragging her hand through the snow? Yeah, she spent the last ten minutes of the trip crying because her hand was cold. Consequences are hard to explain to a tiny person. Don't worry, I carried her and let her put her freezing fingers on my warm neck. I'm waiting for my Mom of the Year trophy to arrive. Any day now, right Jan?

"I am the leader, and I say we go...THAT WAY!" **Bonus points if you can name the movie that quote is from!**

Norah also practiced her directional vocabulary.

She went UNDER the table.

By going OVER the shelf.

And enjoyed putting things THROUGH the hole in the step stool.

Creating quite a mess IN the living room.

And leaving one very tired dog ON the floor.