Thursday, August 30, 2012

the day the dog chewed the sippy cup.

Late last Thursday afternoon, the nanny sent me a picture.  Said picture (shown below) sent me into a full blown, mommy-style panic attack.   One of our dogs ::clears throat:: Carter :: clears throat:: decided to chew the lid to Preston's special sippy cup.  The special order, personalized sippy cup.  The only sippy cup Preston will drink milk from. 

As soon as I finished with my last patient I left the parking garage on two wheels.  I made it to the Heights with about 10 minutes to spare (I was fairly certain the store where I bought said sippy cup from would close at 5), only to find out that the store's no longer located there.  I learned, in fact, that there is no longer a physical store and that the owners work out of their homes.   dun, dun, dun.

Big fat mommy fail!  How in the world did I only have one of those sippy cups?  My gut told me to order a spare earlier in the summer. Why didn't I listen to my gut?  

I then hit up the nearest Kroger and despite spending $30 at the store buying various brands of similar (yet still very different) sippy cups, little guy went without milk for 4 days. 

By Friday, I was able to get in touch with the owner of the shop, and by Tuesday a new sippy cup arrived on our door step.  Little man went to sleep with a full tummy of milk on Tuesday evening, and I went to bed a happy mommy.  Don't fret, another's on the way.

Big thanks to the ladies over at Sam & Lucy for their help.

Lesson learned.  Lesson learned.  sigh.


Also, if you're still reading and have a prayer to spare, will you lift up my dad?  His health has quickly deteriorated in the past couple of weeks as he's preparing to start hemodialysis.  He's pretty special to me.  To us.  I need him.  We need him.  Love you, Dad!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

what i'm reading.

I read this book not too long ago.  I believe she is the one who pinned it, and I have to say I can't imagine that another book will beat this one this year or ever for that matter.  It's a great story.  I cried. I learned. I was inspired. I often found myself with goosebumps.  It's a powerful read.  I highly recommend it. 


I read and love this article about raising boys written for boy-moms by a dad.  I especially love the last tip.  Bedtime is sacred around here.  To be honest, I used to dread bedtime.  It's now becoming my most cherished time with Preston.  That ten minutes.  I know that ten minutes he's talking about, and I love what he says about it, "If you don't believe in God, you will once you have lain next to your overactive son while his body goes limp next to you, and he ever so faintly begins to snore."

I laughed and snorted (it's hilarious) my way through The Bloggess' mostly true memoir, Let's Pretend This Never Happened


I'm currently enjoying this book.  I'm learning that I've got a lot to learn on how to tuck in a superhero.  What did I get myself into?


Full review to come (like I did before), but I'm almost done with Love and Logic Magic for Early Childhood.   Elizabeth, I owe you for recommending this. Thanks.

Last by definitely not least, I'm enjoying the Parenting by Design Daily devotional plan provided by YouVersion.  It's not only helping me in this journey called parenthood, but I have a clearer picture of how Christ loves us (just like we unconditionally love our kiddos, providing both love and truth).

Friday, August 24, 2012

preston, lately.

 Preston, you were a pallbearer at PawPaw's funeral. You did a great job escorting his flag, paci and all.

Preston and Grrr.

and again.
Home video time.  P, I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your singing, and I love your high-fives.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

on why my son will one day drive a minivan.

I used to, back in the day, WAY back in the day, drive an old Ford Bronco II.

I imagined it looking very much like this.  Nice.  Vintage.  Tiffany blue color. Red would be nice, too.
But in reality it looked very similar to this. 

And it was a stick shift, and it sucked learning to drive a standard at 16 years old. 

I was actually twelve when I started driving alone, and I can say that now because both my mom (guilty) and my grandmother (guilty) are safely Home where nobody can give them grief over my ridiculously young age.  At fifteen, I received my hardship license so that I could drive myself and my siblings to school amongst other places.

We (we being my brother, sister, and I) had a lot of fun in that Bronco.  I can remember my brother in the backseat begging me to take the long route to school so that we could hit "the bump."   The "bump" where I would floor it as soon as it was in sight so we'd go flying over it, my brother bouncing so high in the backseat that he'd hit his head on the ceiling.   It's a wonder we never flipped that thing.

I also remember my brother opening the passenger door to get out because he thought we were stopping just about the time I decided that the parking spot to the left looked better.  He flew out of the passenger side and rolled what seemed like no less that 18 times over the concrete driveway.   He was fine.  He's tough like that.  I was

Point is we'd fly around town in that thing.  I guess I thought we were invincible. And this, my friends, this is exactly why Preston will scoot around town in an ultra-safe vehicle one day.  I'm thinking a minivan or a Volvo.   Dang sure won't be a Bronco.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

cherished cedar chest.

I took pictures of Preston with (and in) his cedar chest that my PawPaw built for him.  They'll be in PawPaw's slideshow that will play at his visitation and funeral, but I also wanted to document them here. 

It's beautiful and it smells amazing.

I first posted it about it here on August 11, 2010.  Hard to think that on August 11, 2012 he'd take his last breath.  I'll cherish this thing forever.

I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.
Phil 1:3

Saturday, August 11, 2012

cancer stinks, but ...

I'm so thankful for the promise of eternal and everlasting life today.

 Because that means that my MawMaw and my PawPaw are reunited, meeting their maker, rejoicing, and free of worry and sickness. 

When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer last August, the docs gave him about 3-6 months to live.  He lived just over a year after the diagnosis, and he did so stoically, giving that tumor a run for its money up until the last few days of his life. So proud of him.

Love you, PawPaw.

Monday, August 6, 2012

happy birthday to my favorite husband.

Only have one husband.
But if I had more, you'd still be my favorite.
I'm quite sure of it. 

I love you!

The P-man loves you, too.  Sometimes more than me.  That kind of makes me go berserk, but in a good way.

Anyhow, happy birthday!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

making memory books.

After creating an instagram book last month from my tried and true favorite, Blurb, I took them up on an offer to create a book of all my favorite facebook photos.
cover from the instagram book
cover from my facebook photo book
I've used Blurb before here and here and here, and I absolutely love working with them.  The books are easy to create and edit, and all my books have also shipped sooner than expected.  Love that!
instagram book
facebook photo book
I will say that creating my facebook photo book (and my instagram book) was a little different than the previous photo book I made, as Blurb automatically pre-populates the book with the photos.   I honestly could have ordered it right then and there, but me being the type A person I am, I wanted my own captions (or none) as opposed to the comments and original facebook captions.  One could opt to have their facebook comments published on all or some of the photos.  I also wanted my photos in a specific order.  Other than that little bit of reorganization, it was super duper easy.
instagram photo book
facebook photo book
The great thing about Blurb's facebook photo book is that you can import any photos from any of your albums, photos that you are tagged in, or any photos that your facebook friends have made public.
facebook photo book
facebook photo book
facebook photo book
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facebook photo book
instagram book
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instagram book
facebook photo book
**affiliate links used.  I received a $25 credit from Blurb to apply towards the cost of my facebook photo book in return for the writing of this post.  As always, though, all opinions are my own. 

Friday, August 3, 2012

doctor, doctor : 18 months.

We were a little late on seeing the pediatrician for P's check up, but I'm glad to say we checked that off our list today. 

wt:  21 lb 5 oz
ht:  32.25 in
head: 19.02 in

Here he is at his 15 month appointment. 

He fills out that diaper (same size, 4, Target brand but new design) a little bit more these days, wouldn't you say?

The doctor says he looks great and that he's "smart."  To which I replied "Yes, he is my son."  Just kidding.