I can't sleep tonight. Eric's on his last shift of intern year (!!) and my brain is going 80 miles an hour. Here are a few things I keep recounting from today that make me chuckle.
At VBS this morning, with 4 year olds:
Me to a boy and girl who came in together: "are you guys brother and sister, cousins, or just friends?
Boy:" she plays at my house sometimes."
Girl: "he's my boyfriend!"
Sounds like a healthy relationship.
Next girl comes in...
"HI! I'M SAMANTHA AND I'M SHY!"
Clearly.
And tonight, as Eric is preparing to go to work.
E: "ugggh I don't want to go to work.
Me (teasing): "You know Gary Chapman spoke Sunday about the verse in Philippians, "do everything without grumbling."
E: Well that may be true, but Gary Chapman never had to do a pelvic exam.
Touché.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Dresser ReFurb.
There are so many things I need to do right now, but blogging seems like fun. :-) I am so grateful to be feeling sooo much better these days. The last month I've been back to having a crazy schedule (thanks to Eric's long month of night shifts and my needing to keep myself entertained) and having my brain run a million miles an hour and my to-do list be 10 pages long. I love it. I feel like I'm getting things accomplished and learning and growing and that's a very very good thing!
One of my "accomplishments" the last month has been my fabulous dresser re-do! Our bedroom furniture is a mish-mash of things that Eric inherited from his grandma, some other relatives, and one nightstand I got from Wal-Mart right after we got married. Our bedroom is gray and purple and all the furniture is some shade of brown soo... yeah. Not the most attractive, even for an eclectic look. The dresser has been bugging me for ages. After four moves and a lot of wear and tear, that poor thing looked awful. We couldn't really notice it at our old place because it was so dark in our room, but here it was BLATANTLY obvious.
It took me quite a while to convince Eric to let me re-do it, and then even longer to agree on a color. I finally talked him into letting me do it black, though, and I'm SO glad I did!
It wasn't the easiest process in the world, especially during a month where I was essentially a single mom (we saw Eric approx. 20-30 minutes per day). It took me a week or so of sanding the drawers down during nap time, a day of Samuel being at preschool to sand down the body of the dresser, and another preschool day and nap time to actually stain the thing.
We also don't have a garage or any really good place to do these things, so I had to haul the thing outside and down the stairs to the driveway to sand and backyard to paint.
Because of it's age, the holes for the drawer pulls were not standard size, so I had to special order them. It was almost a full month before everything was done and put together, but I think it turned out great!
Now that the dresser is black, I'm itching to do the headboard too.... I think I may have found a new hobby. ;-)
One of my "accomplishments" the last month has been my fabulous dresser re-do! Our bedroom furniture is a mish-mash of things that Eric inherited from his grandma, some other relatives, and one nightstand I got from Wal-Mart right after we got married. Our bedroom is gray and purple and all the furniture is some shade of brown soo... yeah. Not the most attractive, even for an eclectic look. The dresser has been bugging me for ages. After four moves and a lot of wear and tear, that poor thing looked awful. We couldn't really notice it at our old place because it was so dark in our room, but here it was BLATANTLY obvious.
(Notice the scratches on the bottom drawer. Those weren't from me!)
It wasn't the easiest process in the world, especially during a month where I was essentially a single mom (we saw Eric approx. 20-30 minutes per day). It took me a week or so of sanding the drawers down during nap time, a day of Samuel being at preschool to sand down the body of the dresser, and another preschool day and nap time to actually stain the thing.
We also don't have a garage or any really good place to do these things, so I had to haul the thing outside and down the stairs to the driveway to sand and backyard to paint.
Because of it's age, the holes for the drawer pulls were not standard size, so I had to special order them. It was almost a full month before everything was done and put together, but I think it turned out great!
Now that the dresser is black, I'm itching to do the headboard too.... I think I may have found a new hobby. ;-)
Friday, June 6, 2014
Bye-Bye, Pacifier!
I've been dreading trying to get rid of Samuel's pacifier for a while now. I knew he was getting to the point where he really shouldn't have it any more. That became even more evident when his top teeth came in spaced out and crooked, most likely from all the paci-ness that'd been going on for the previous 15 months. He carried that thing around everywhere. In a way it was nice, because it did it's job - it pacified him. Any time he wanted to throw a fit or if he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't self-sooth, there it was, his little attachment and, for so long, the key to our sanity. But he was relying on it so much, and would go nuts any time we took it away.
So when the pediatrician confirmed at our 15 month appointment that it was time for the paci to say "adios", I started formulating a plan. I knew we would be traveling to Arkansas the last week of May, so I detailed week by week when he would be able to have it/not have it starting the first week of June. I geared up for a miserable month or so, imagining the constant screaming and crying and tantrum-throwing that was sure to occur.
Then we got the most terrible/wonderful blessing in disguise. Samuel got Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease (or in his case, just mouth). It was the saddest. thing. ever. I thought he was just teething until I looked in his mouth and saw approximately 30 little ulcers on his tongue and gums and palate. Poor, poor baby. He would try to eat then spit his food out and cry and cry. He would try to put that paci in, but it hurt him so badly that he would spit it out, then just carry it around for an hour or so. He'd wake in the middle of the night and remember his sores and scream some more. The worst part was that, outside of the sores, he felt fine. No fever, no hand/foot rashes, no general malaise. He wanted to play and romp, but he couldn't be around other kids lest they get the dreaded disease. So we were confined to our house and yard and the stroller for days. NOT a fun time.
The blessing part of this miserable experience? Samuel got so disgusted by the pain his paci was causing him through all of this that he gave it up, cold turkey. All my plans went out the window. I was planning on waiting until after our trip to give it up so I could have it handy to help him chill out while traveling. That plan went out the window too (but that's a story for another day). One day it was just gone.
He's now gone two weeks without a pacifier AT ALL. It's seriously a miracle. He couldn't go an hour without one before, couldn't sleep without one. We kept one in every room, both cars, every bag. Now, nothing. I won't say he isn't a little more fussy than normal, but I'm SO thankful to not have to fight with him about it. It's a little sad that my baby is too grown up for a paci now... Eric was especially bummed when he came home one day and I told him it was gone for good. Still, I know it's for the best, and I'm SO thankful it was such a short process! God works in mysterious ways, right?
So when the pediatrician confirmed at our 15 month appointment that it was time for the paci to say "adios", I started formulating a plan. I knew we would be traveling to Arkansas the last week of May, so I detailed week by week when he would be able to have it/not have it starting the first week of June. I geared up for a miserable month or so, imagining the constant screaming and crying and tantrum-throwing that was sure to occur.
Then we got the most terrible/wonderful blessing in disguise. Samuel got Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease (or in his case, just mouth). It was the saddest. thing. ever. I thought he was just teething until I looked in his mouth and saw approximately 30 little ulcers on his tongue and gums and palate. Poor, poor baby. He would try to eat then spit his food out and cry and cry. He would try to put that paci in, but it hurt him so badly that he would spit it out, then just carry it around for an hour or so. He'd wake in the middle of the night and remember his sores and scream some more. The worst part was that, outside of the sores, he felt fine. No fever, no hand/foot rashes, no general malaise. He wanted to play and romp, but he couldn't be around other kids lest they get the dreaded disease. So we were confined to our house and yard and the stroller for days. NOT a fun time.
The blessing part of this miserable experience? Samuel got so disgusted by the pain his paci was causing him through all of this that he gave it up, cold turkey. All my plans went out the window. I was planning on waiting until after our trip to give it up so I could have it handy to help him chill out while traveling. That plan went out the window too (but that's a story for another day). One day it was just gone.
He's now gone two weeks without a pacifier AT ALL. It's seriously a miracle. He couldn't go an hour without one before, couldn't sleep without one. We kept one in every room, both cars, every bag. Now, nothing. I won't say he isn't a little more fussy than normal, but I'm SO thankful to not have to fight with him about it. It's a little sad that my baby is too grown up for a paci now... Eric was especially bummed when he came home one day and I told him it was gone for good. Still, I know it's for the best, and I'm SO thankful it was such a short process! God works in mysterious ways, right?
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