Showing posts from June, 2009


I try not to get into the fray too much on this blog. Mainly because this blog is more of a general blog about parenting, infertility and my daily life. But sometimes I cannot keep thinking something without wanting to post it. So, if I offend anyone with this, realize its my opinion and your opinion can differ and you can write your opinion on your forum.

I am into celebrity death as much as the next person (okay, maybe a bit more--as previously stated on this blog, I follow this site.
However, I think the 24/7 coverage is going overboard. I don't get the HUGE public mourning. Mourning should be for his family and close friends. Fans and strangers can mourn so many other ways, I am unsure that this public display is suited for this particular man. This is a man who was a deeply flawed individual, someone who most probably molested children. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED LOVED him when I was 12. I have a picture somewheres of me snuggling up to my poster of him on my bedr…

Show & Tell # 38

This new day for Show & Tell is kicking my, I...uh...I am the one with a Geode....


Not only do we like board games and going to gaming conventions, but we love video games. We have an X-Box, a Wii and a tricked out PC for computer games. PARENTAL NOTE: I do limit video game (and television) time. But I also LOVE playing games and watching movies/television with my kids. I think we do a great job striking a balance.

I have gotten video games for my birthday, and currently Michael and I have gotten back into one of the games I got for a birthday present--
Spongebob Squarepants Battle of Bikini Bottom. Husband is playing a PC game right now, a game called Knights of the Old Republic . He says "Yes, its a five year old game, but it just is really good!" (He even bought it for the X-Box for me a few years back, so conceivably we could play a different game of the same game at the same time!! (Yep, we are geeks)

We really love our Wii, and lately we have be…

Last Day of School - Updated

Michael has a half day of school today. Last day of Fourth Grade. I gotta tell ya, Fourth Grade was hell. I am sure the teacher felt the same way, but the past few weeks have been dragging, and I am probably more happy school is out than my son is!

Last night we went out to dinner and he celebrated...

With a Root Beer!

Dinner was good, at an old place we hadn't been in years and we met my brother and SIL there. It was a bit late, so Willow was a bit fussier than normal...and Michael was "STARVING" and ate pretty much a whole plate of popcorn shrimp...and a cheeseburger. (But was full enough not to have the ice cream dessert that came with his meal).


This last week they had to write an essay, really a letter, to their (unknown) fifth grade teacher. Here is Michael's:

It reads:

"Dear Fifth Grade teacher,

My name is Michael ____________. I am ten years old and was born on February 21, 1999. I cannot wait for fifth grade.

I am a very interesting and fun pers…

Father's Day 2009

We let dad sleep in, then brought him cards and gifts. Then took him out to one of his favorite resturants for breakfast. Unfortunately, the weather was not very helpful, very rainy and cold, but Willow got to wear her rain coat, and we did spend the rest of the day snuggled in the house, having popcorn and watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark" (2nd time for Michael, billionth time for dad and mom).

Getting ready to go surprise dad. Michael wore his Cthullu shirt just for dad. I dressed Willow in a dress because I know dad loves her in dresses. She is touching a bow, which did not last too long.

Willow enjoying the card Michael gave him...its a Darth Vadar card that talks and says "I am your Father".

Blue paper in the foreground is a fingerpainting made by both children.

Show & Tell #37

On a whim, I decided we would make homemade pizzas for dinner last night. I remember doing this with my family when I was a kid, but I had never done it with Michael before.

Michael and I don't like pepperoni (dad does), but Michael wanted the cheese pizza to have a face...

And then Michael wanted to be silly...

The finished product.

They tasted good. I think next time I will be more creative with the toppings, however.

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Willow fell asleep on my arm yesterday. As I picked her up to move her, I noticed this impression on my arm.

What a wonderful companion to this, the first time I ever saw her ear...

After I moved her--I had to have her come with me to pick up her brother after school--she was still so sleepy--to the point that I put her on the floor (to try and wake her up) and she stayed asleep and rolled under the table.

I am sometimes in awe of what I have been lucky to receive.

Conflicted - Updated

Ever since Michael was 5 months old, I have been working. I did have a day off in the middle of each week, my "Mommy Day" with him until he started kindergarten. Since he started school, the options during the summer have slowly turn to summer day camps. Which are mostly fun for him. But, they are more structured summer time than when I was a child. When I was a child, I did not get to go on field trips, but I did get to hang around the house, climb in the woods and play with the neighborhood kids. I often bemoan the fact that my children will never have that type of summer off.

When I found myself unemployed in March, I originally thought that I would hopefully be employed by June/July. But May dragged on with prospects drying up, agencies telling me that there was nothing much out there and that the summers, which are generally slower anyways wasn't looking too good either. So, I started to prepare for a summer off with the kids. And I was looking forward to it. I sched…

Show & Tell #36

One thing I am liking about summer -- S'mores!!

I especially like the fireside ones, but microwave ones work in a jiff...

Here are a couple pictures of when we first did microwave s'mores (Michael was like four, I think).

I got the fixin's people!

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Silence and Thoughts

Things not said but thought.
Silence but not peace.
Quiet but little done.
Thoughts racing, heart pumping. Life goes on. But stops for a quiet moment. Between the moments--worry, cautious optimism, reasoning, guilt and happiness.
Time is our enemy. Time is our friend.
Accomplishments are limited by our time.
Our time together and apart; in the same room, but worlds apart.
Rainy, cold day, brings out gloom, but still there is hope.
Still there is us.

Perfect Moment Monday

Hearing both children playing in the other room. Realizing that each is getting something in return for this tentative, growing relationship. More than any other reason, this was why I wanted another child.

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Show & Tell #36

This week's Show & Tell is about Geocaching. In case you don't want to click over, essentially Geocaching is a combination of hiking and treasure hunting. I especially love the hiking aspect, and it is something that my friend Ana and I can do with my son Michael. He likes the treasure hunting aspect of it. Yesterday was a great day for it. We went out and hiked along a local pond. We had information on where a Cache had been hidden and we were using Ana's GPS to find it. It was an enjoyable hike, the weather being somewhat cool (sweatshirt weather--my favorite type!). Being spring still, it was wonderful to see all the blossoms, the new life--baby ducks, geese, swans. We saw all sorts of wildlife, including a woodchuck, some chipmunks and squirrels.

I really enjoy nature trails and hiking, and I really needed the exercise, too!

Things we also saw along our hike (all pictures taken by my phone):

A ruined house in the midst of the woods. Wow, if I had been a chi…

Deep Thoughts on a Wednesday

"The uterus is amazing...what I wish to know is the story of her uterus. I wish I could ask her: Children, Eve? Joy? Heartbreak? Catastrophe? Passion? Power? I see this small space of hers and wonder how, if at all, it was tied to who she was, to the life she led. I wonder if her bodily womanhood was centered here or someplace else, more subtle, that I would never guess. Nonetheless, I reach into her to touch this space she never saw and wish I could offer it a blessing." --Body of Work: Meditations on Mortality from the Human Anatomy Lab by Christine Montross

I read the above passage this morning as I finished this amazing book. It made me think of infertility and the community and how our bodies can fail us, can surprise us. How my journey and my life was shaped by my uterus. By hormone injections and lab work. By a dish in a lab and a person injecting my husband's sperm into my egg. And then, somehow, that fertilized embryo implanted and grew and became the wadd…

Okay, She's not getting too Girly, But...

I just bought her some bows...and she has a little girl doll...

(She can still be like her mom and be a Tomboy, right?!)