I am a day late to say so
My own head I should kick
Would it be okay if I said that I was sick? (I was!)
Anyway, what does it matter?
Everyone who knows me knows this too:
I think my dad is the best, infinity times two!
He makes me laugh, he makes me think
I see that I am like him more every day
He always made time for me, whether work or play
So here's to more music sharing, more supper meetings,
More hunting that mystical elk!
You deserve the greatest rewards, and, umm.. what rhymes with elk?!
Happy day-late Birthday, Dad! I Love You:)
Friday, March 26, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
My big 4 year old!
My computer/internet has been temperamental lately. But, it finally let me post these! We had quite a crowd for Aria's birthday: All of the aunts, uncles, Gramma, Papa, and Great Gramma's on the Miller side! It was fun! I am not one of those "invite the whole class and baby sitting kids over" moms. Sounds like more work than fun to me (plus, how 'bout the "free babysitting" mom's at birthday parties... no thanks!!!)Besides, she gets plenty of attention/gifts as it is!
She wanted lots of pix with her balloons!
My sweet birthday girl... getting so big!
Hamming it up
More of the little ham
Her cake. I baked it, Gramma and her frosted it and she put on the sprinkles! This is how she wanted it done! Oh, and it's chocolate, but she was telling everyone it's purple cuz that's her favorite color.
Great Gramma Carlstad and Great Gramma Miller were both here to celebrate!
Some clothes
Let the mess making begin
And go on and on and on and on...
Yay!! Barbies!!!
She also got some roller skates, a tent, sleeping bag, camping chair, camping lantern (this has not helped her camping fever), which she uses every night. She "camps" in our hallway and sleeps in her tent all night and reads books with her lantern in her chair, then sleeps in her sleeping bag. It's so cute! She also got a nifty glow in the dark coloring dome light, Barbies, clothes, some Veggie Tales books and movie, Mickey Mouse Club House books... did I get it all? Probably not! A fun day for sure. She's already compiling a list for next year, tho.
She wanted lots of pix with her balloons!
My sweet birthday girl... getting so big!
Hamming it up
More of the little ham
Her cake. I baked it, Gramma and her frosted it and she put on the sprinkles! This is how she wanted it done! Oh, and it's chocolate, but she was telling everyone it's purple cuz that's her favorite color.
Great Gramma Carlstad and Great Gramma Miller were both here to celebrate!
Some clothes
Let the mess making begin
And go on and on and on and on...
Yay!! Barbies!!!
She also got some roller skates, a tent, sleeping bag, camping chair, camping lantern (this has not helped her camping fever), which she uses every night. She "camps" in our hallway and sleeps in her tent all night and reads books with her lantern in her chair, then sleeps in her sleeping bag. It's so cute! She also got a nifty glow in the dark coloring dome light, Barbies, clothes, some Veggie Tales books and movie, Mickey Mouse Club House books... did I get it all? Probably not! A fun day for sure. She's already compiling a list for next year, tho.
Friday, March 19, 2010
A Good Laugh
Before you read this, you may want to swallow that boulder of salt:
Dear Prudence,
My partner and I are adopting twins! We plan to raise them without diapers. There's a method for this, and most of the world goes without diapers. We will also use only organic clothes and linens, and only natural wooden toys. I'm wondering how we can politely express this to the people attending our baby shower. It would seem a bit brash to simply tack a list of what we don't want to the bottom of the invitation. I'm afraid that giving no indication about our organic preferences would lead to us throwing out or giving away almost all of the gifts we receive, and that doesn't seem right, either.
—Two Dads, Two Kids, One Problem
Dear Two Dads,
Yes, you have a problem, and it's not that people might sully your pristine nursery with a plastic teething ring. It's true that there are swaths of the world—largely in rural Africa and Asia—where children go undiapered. However, in those places it's accepted that elimination means squat-and-go. (And I have the feeling that the villagers, given the choice, would take three years' worth of Pampers over a lifetime of carbon credits.) It's also true that there is an infinitesimal number of people in the West who are involved in a (bowel?) movement (there is?!?!) to have babies go diaper-free called "elimination communication." Here's something else that's true: The first time you take your undiapered duo to Whole Foods and they let fly on the organic arugula, the produce manager will communicate about eliminating you as a customer. I'm also trying to imagine the condition the twins will be in as you attempt to transport them from crib to car to grocery cart. As the mother of one, I'm here to tell you parenthood is hard enough without committing yourself to having your twins (twins!) defecate on your hemp clothing every time you pick them up. As for the baby shower, go ahead and register at Holier Than Thou Baby and have the host put out the word about your gift preferences. And if you get things that don't meet your standards, give them away to a charity for people who are just trying to do their best.
—Prudie
I know!! There are people really out there like this?! How do they even GET approved for adoption. I don't even know them, but their snobby condescension oozing from this question makes me glad I don't even rub elbows with anyone like this! I read "the other side" of opinions out there (Jason Whitlock, Prudie, Slate in general, MSN homepage...), just to get an idea of how people like this (aka liberals) think/work/live as I don't get it (as I am sure they don't get me, but they should!). But then I read the occasional article like this and I get some assurance. The response Prudie gives is not only a sigh of relief (except the carbon credit folly), it is hysterical!
Dear Prudence,
My partner and I are adopting twins! We plan to raise them without diapers. There's a method for this, and most of the world goes without diapers. We will also use only organic clothes and linens, and only natural wooden toys. I'm wondering how we can politely express this to the people attending our baby shower. It would seem a bit brash to simply tack a list of what we don't want to the bottom of the invitation. I'm afraid that giving no indication about our organic preferences would lead to us throwing out or giving away almost all of the gifts we receive, and that doesn't seem right, either.
—Two Dads, Two Kids, One Problem
Dear Two Dads,
Yes, you have a problem, and it's not that people might sully your pristine nursery with a plastic teething ring. It's true that there are swaths of the world—largely in rural Africa and Asia—where children go undiapered. However, in those places it's accepted that elimination means squat-and-go. (And I have the feeling that the villagers, given the choice, would take three years' worth of Pampers over a lifetime of carbon credits.) It's also true that there is an infinitesimal number of people in the West who are involved in a (bowel?) movement (there is?!?!) to have babies go diaper-free called "elimination communication." Here's something else that's true: The first time you take your undiapered duo to Whole Foods and they let fly on the organic arugula, the produce manager will communicate about eliminating you as a customer. I'm also trying to imagine the condition the twins will be in as you attempt to transport them from crib to car to grocery cart. As the mother of one, I'm here to tell you parenthood is hard enough without committing yourself to having your twins (twins!) defecate on your hemp clothing every time you pick them up. As for the baby shower, go ahead and register at Holier Than Thou Baby and have the host put out the word about your gift preferences. And if you get things that don't meet your standards, give them away to a charity for people who are just trying to do their best.
—Prudie
I know!! There are people really out there like this?! How do they even GET approved for adoption. I don't even know them, but their snobby condescension oozing from this question makes me glad I don't even rub elbows with anyone like this! I read "the other side" of opinions out there (Jason Whitlock, Prudie, Slate in general, MSN homepage...), just to get an idea of how people like this (aka liberals) think/work/live as I don't get it (as I am sure they don't get me, but they should!). But then I read the occasional article like this and I get some assurance. The response Prudie gives is not only a sigh of relief (except the carbon credit folly), it is hysterical!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
You say it's your birthday!!!
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia...
Have you heard that one before?
I am your big sister
and sometimes, that was a chore
We had our moments-
yelling, screaming, and crying
But if someone ever picked on you
I'd step in, it was natural, not even trying
We, thankfully, grew up
the years have gone by quick
You are so intelligent and strong
I'm just a closet hick
Now here we are,
dare I even speak
You are 29 weeks preggo and 29 years
all in the same week
All the phone call, trips, the memories
Each time I say "I missed her"
I've come to find throughout the years,
my best friend is my sister.
Love you Shosh! Happy Birthday to you!!
Have you heard that one before?
I am your big sister
and sometimes, that was a chore
We had our moments-
yelling, screaming, and crying
But if someone ever picked on you
I'd step in, it was natural, not even trying
We, thankfully, grew up
the years have gone by quick
You are so intelligent and strong
I'm just a closet hick
Now here we are,
dare I even speak
You are 29 weeks preggo and 29 years
all in the same week
All the phone call, trips, the memories
Each time I say "I missed her"
I've come to find throughout the years,
my best friend is my sister.
Love you Shosh! Happy Birthday to you!!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Pookie's 4 today!
My baby, pretty baby is growing up so fast
Time goes by so quick, moments just don't last
I remember the day you were born, 4 years ago today
The sun seemed to shine brighter, all clouds kept at bay
When I first held you, I didn't know to laugh more or cry
All I could do was look at you... all night, like some kind of high
Then the milestones we went thru, some good, some bad
I found you are a wonderful kid and you have a wonderful dad!
I love how literal you are, and very observant too
I love how thoughtful you are, and your fear of the slightest boo
You're my little side-kick, people notice when you're not with me
You fill my heart with pride and joy, and also lots of glee
How did we get on before you, I may never know
But you make each day exciting, it's fun to watch you grow
So happy birthday, my little 4 year old
Thanks for all the laughs, the patience, and the love!
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