Lucky you! I saw this on my sister-in-law's and cousins' blog and wanted her to make me something bad enough to post the same offer here. Here's how it works! The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does, however, have some restrictions and limitations...
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year.
4. You will have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or maybe even some creation I haven't even invented yet (but Heaven knows it will most likely be totally fabulous and creative... :). I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure! (I know you're all hoping I'll paint you a picture or write you a poem. Too bad... you can't make requests!)
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. (Not intentionally strange, but you may label it that way)The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so (and leave a comment telling me they did) win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! (If you don't have a blog, you can still leave a comment and win... we'll work something out. Maybe you'll just have to give all 5 of your homemade gifts to me! Sounds fair, right?)Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!
This blog discusses attachment parenting and elimation communication. Elimination communication is also known as tickle treat, infant potty training, and more.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Missed my blogversary and my birthday
What with one thing and another, I just realized today that I missed my blogversary. It was in February, and since we were on our trip out west, it completely escaped my mind. Then, :yesterday was my birthday. It was a very busy day.
Just a note: Don't ever start out your birthday with a visit to the Dentist.
First, I got up late. Jackie has to be to school by 8, but no one in our house woke up until 7:50. I woke up at 7:50, realized that Jackie had to go to school, and I needed to be at the dentist's office at 8:15, and then got going. I woke Jackie up, found her some clothes, and then found some for me. It was 8:00 by the time we were out the door. I'm actually pretty proud of that. Jackie even had some cereal to eat on the way. . . Four minutes of dry cereal does not a breakfast make, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. I ran her into her classroom and then ran back out to the car. I pulled into the dentist's office at 8:17. So, I found out something interesting. Did you know that stomach acid can tear apart dental filling composit? Appearantly, when I was pregnant with Daniel, my morning sickness tore apart the fillings I already had in my mouth. So, now, I have 14 cavities to have filled. 14! Do you know what that costs without dental insurance? 14 cavities!!!!!!! $2,212 and some change. So, Happy Birthday to me. However, I did get two birthday celebrations yesterday, so by the time I had eaten cake at story time and fondue at supper, I felt much better about my B-day. A little chocolate fondue makes me feel lots better. Chocolate fondue with marshmallows, strawberries, bananas, rice crispy treats, and cheesecake to dip in it. YUMMY! Anyway, I feel much better today after a night's sleep on a stomach filled by The Melting Pot. If you ever have a very special occasion that gets ruined in the morning. A meal at The Melting Pot is the way to fix it.
Just a note: Don't ever start out your birthday with a visit to the Dentist.
First, I got up late. Jackie has to be to school by 8, but no one in our house woke up until 7:50. I woke up at 7:50, realized that Jackie had to go to school, and I needed to be at the dentist's office at 8:15, and then got going. I woke Jackie up, found her some clothes, and then found some for me. It was 8:00 by the time we were out the door. I'm actually pretty proud of that. Jackie even had some cereal to eat on the way. . . Four minutes of dry cereal does not a breakfast make, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances. I ran her into her classroom and then ran back out to the car. I pulled into the dentist's office at 8:17. So, I found out something interesting. Did you know that stomach acid can tear apart dental filling composit? Appearantly, when I was pregnant with Daniel, my morning sickness tore apart the fillings I already had in my mouth. So, now, I have 14 cavities to have filled. 14! Do you know what that costs without dental insurance? 14 cavities!!!!!!! $2,212 and some change. So, Happy Birthday to me. However, I did get two birthday celebrations yesterday, so by the time I had eaten cake at story time and fondue at supper, I felt much better about my B-day. A little chocolate fondue makes me feel lots better. Chocolate fondue with marshmallows, strawberries, bananas, rice crispy treats, and cheesecake to dip in it. YUMMY! Anyway, I feel much better today after a night's sleep on a stomach filled by The Melting Pot. If you ever have a very special occasion that gets ruined in the morning. A meal at The Melting Pot is the way to fix it.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Hot Diggity Dog
I have to post a great big sorry to my faithful readers for not posting for more than two full weeks. However, I was out west for most of that, and I did have a great trip. I hope to post all about the trip sometime this week. However, I have a TON of catching up to do on grading papers for my two online algebra classes, so please cut me some slack.
On our way home from our trip, we stopped at a mall food court to eat lunch. I think this one was maybe in Albuquerque, NM? (The question mark is not for how to spell Albuquerque, it's more a question of where the stops were. After 60+ hours in the car, stops all sort of run together.)
We were sitting in the food court eating lunch, and Jackie pointed to the store and said, "Hot dog! That store says hot dog!" We had ordered Jackie a lemonade from this store, but at the same time, I had not told her what the store was called. She is starting to understand the idea that letters stand for sounds and those sounds make up the words. She knows which sound each letter makes, but as a whole she does not 'sound out' words. In this case though, she had sounded out the words and had an epiphany. She is right on the verge of completely opening up and reading, and I'm very excited for her. Here is a picture of the store.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Why must they be in Amarillo?
Disclaimer: If any of you live in Amarillo and/or have strong positive feelings for this town, please skip this post and come back a different time.
My previous post about the time on Ben's watch never changing ended with the comment, "They must be in Amarillo."
If you are curious about Amarillo, please be assured that the idea of time never changing in Amarillo is not an understatement. About five years ago, Rob and I, with my friend Tracy, were getting ready to move across the country, and we wanted to close on our house, so we started driving from Idaho to Georgia. Since it was January, we decided to go south through New Mexico, across Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. The first night, we stopped to stay with my brother, who at the time lived in Albuquerque, NM. Then, the second night, we drove into Amarillo, TX. As we drove up, we looked at the clock in our car, and it was just turning 8:00. Rob went into the hotel to check in. While in there, he asked the receptionist "What is there to do in Amarillo?"
"Nothing," replied the receptionist.
"Isn't there a mall or something?"
"Yeah, there's a mall, but it's closing right now." (We had forgotten about the time change.)
"Isn't there some sort of park or movie theater?"
"Well, there's a bar about a mile away with pool tables."
"Isn't there anything else?"
"Nope."
So Rob comes out to the car, and I asked him if there was anything to do. He says, "Nope." And he related the above conversation. So we go into our room and watch whatever happened to be on TV. Since it was January, we couldn't even swim in the hotel swimming pool.
The next morning, we wanted to get an early start, so we left the hotel around 6 am. As we looked around for someplace to eat, the only place open seemed to be McDonalds. We walked in and up to the counter to order.
"You're up early on a Saturday," said the girl behind the counter.
"It's Tuesday, miss."
Appearently, Amarillo is the type of town where it's always Saturday, and there's nothing to do.
When we told my family this story in our weekly letter, my brother told his own story about when he was stuck there with a broken down car. He agreed that it's always Saturday, but there's really nothing to do.
My previous post about the time on Ben's watch never changing ended with the comment, "They must be in Amarillo."
If you are curious about Amarillo, please be assured that the idea of time never changing in Amarillo is not an understatement. About five years ago, Rob and I, with my friend Tracy, were getting ready to move across the country, and we wanted to close on our house, so we started driving from Idaho to Georgia. Since it was January, we decided to go south through New Mexico, across Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. The first night, we stopped to stay with my brother, who at the time lived in Albuquerque, NM. Then, the second night, we drove into Amarillo, TX. As we drove up, we looked at the clock in our car, and it was just turning 8:00. Rob went into the hotel to check in. While in there, he asked the receptionist "What is there to do in Amarillo?"
"Nothing," replied the receptionist.
"Isn't there a mall or something?"
"Yeah, there's a mall, but it's closing right now." (We had forgotten about the time change.)
"Isn't there some sort of park or movie theater?"
"Well, there's a bar about a mile away with pool tables."
"Isn't there anything else?"
"Nope."
So Rob comes out to the car, and I asked him if there was anything to do. He says, "Nope." And he related the above conversation. So we go into our room and watch whatever happened to be on TV. Since it was January, we couldn't even swim in the hotel swimming pool.
The next morning, we wanted to get an early start, so we left the hotel around 6 am. As we looked around for someplace to eat, the only place open seemed to be McDonalds. We walked in and up to the counter to order.
"You're up early on a Saturday," said the girl behind the counter.
"It's Tuesday, miss."
Appearently, Amarillo is the type of town where it's always Saturday, and there's nothing to do.
When we told my family this story in our weekly letter, my brother told his own story about when he was stuck there with a broken down car. He agreed that it's always Saturday, but there's really nothing to do.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
A Conversation
Ben came to me and said, "Mama, put on my watch." (Mind you, this isn't really a watch, it's a pink bracelet that straps on like a watch, has a heart on the fron with a unicorn inside it and three tiny metal balls that the wearer is suppoed to try to get in holes.)
He then proceeded down the hall triumphanly calling out to his sister, "Jackie I have on my watch!"
Jackie sees the watch and says, "Ben is that your watch?"
"Yeah, I got my watch."
"What time is it?"
"It's 7:00." (I have no idea what the significance of 7:00 is BTW)
"It's 7:00 Ben?"
"Yeah, it's 7:00."
About 45 seconds later. . . "Ben, what time is it?"
"It's 7:00 Jackie."
"It was 7:00 last time. Isn't it 8:00 now?"
"No Jackie, it's 7:00."
I overheard the conversation and repeated it to Rob. He said, "Ben's smart, he knows that time doesn't move that fast."
But about 5 or 10 minutes later, Ben's 'watch' must have fallen off because he came back to get me to put it on again. Again, he runs down the hallway saying, "Jackie, I got my watch."
"What time is it?"
"It's 7:00"
"It has to be 8:00 now because it's been a long time since I asked."
"Nope, it's 7:00"
So I commented to Rob, "They must be in Amarillo."
He then proceeded down the hall triumphanly calling out to his sister, "Jackie I have on my watch!"
Jackie sees the watch and says, "Ben is that your watch?"
"Yeah, I got my watch."
"What time is it?"
"It's 7:00." (I have no idea what the significance of 7:00 is BTW)
"It's 7:00 Ben?"
"Yeah, it's 7:00."
About 45 seconds later. . . "Ben, what time is it?"
"It's 7:00 Jackie."
"It was 7:00 last time. Isn't it 8:00 now?"
"No Jackie, it's 7:00."
I overheard the conversation and repeated it to Rob. He said, "Ben's smart, he knows that time doesn't move that fast."
But about 5 or 10 minutes later, Ben's 'watch' must have fallen off because he came back to get me to put it on again. Again, he runs down the hallway saying, "Jackie, I got my watch."
"What time is it?"
"It's 7:00"
"It has to be 8:00 now because it's been a long time since I asked."
"Nope, it's 7:00"
So I commented to Rob, "They must be in Amarillo."
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