Go Down

I was surfing around on other pages and found this thing that will tell you how old my child is... it's so neat! It will also give a countdown for if you're pregnant! I couldn't fit it on the side, and I'll have to mess around to see if I can move it to the top or something, but right now, to see how old my child is, go all the way down to the bottom of my page.

Mother's Day

If anyone else asks me how my Mother's Day was yesterday, I think I am going to scream!

My husband came home from work Saturday night and told me that Micheal had forgotten to get anything for his mom for Mother's Day. (Translation: I didn't get you anything for M. D.)

I knew this was coming, because like I have said before, my husband is not Mr. Romantic, and I rarely receive gifts for any reason other than birthday or Christmas. The part I was disappointed about was that I didn't even get a card. I was really looking forward to this year's Mother's Day, because it was technically my first one. Now, I say that last year counted, too, but my husband disagreed, because Micheal wasn't born until two weeks later. So, I was hoping to be able to keep this year's card as my first Mother's Day card. Too bad.

So, I was kind of in a bad mood about it, but then I decided that I didn't need to be, because I needed to be thankful that this Mother's Day I got to spend the day being a mom, and having my child there to celebrate with me. I could think about it that there won't be that many Mother's Days where he's here with me, because when he gets older, he won't be there, and I'll hopefully at least get a phone call. Or, I could even be thankful that my child is alive, because there are plenty of moms out there that don't have that luxury anymore. So, I sucked up my disappointment and hugged my child and played with him, and gave him plenty of kisses, because I know he loves me, and that's all a mother could ask for.

Deafness

I know that I am not usually a blogger of issues of seriousness, but this morning while I was drying my hair, I was thinking these thoughts and I was wondering if anyone could answer them for me.

When I go to sleep at night we leave the door to our room and the baby's room open so that I can hear him if he cries. Then, when I wake up in the morning, I close our door and turn on the baby monitor so that I can hear him when he wakes up. This morning, I got up and got into the shower before he woke up. Right about the time I started to get ready to dry my hair, I heard him wake up and start "talking". Our baby monitors are really sensitive and I can hear him breathing at night. They also have this feature where there is a light bar that lights up with the amount of noise that the baby makes. So, while the noise of the dryer is going, I can see that he is talking, but not crying, because the noise isn't a sustained noise, just an every so often noise. This is where the thought comes in...

How do deaf parents hear their babies cry? How do hearing children of deaf parents learn how to talk when they don't have a bunch of talking noise to model their sounds after? This is just the kind of things that I think about when I am listening to the best sound in the whole world... a child learning to form words. The only other sound that is better than that is his laugh.

So, anyone else ever thought about this deaf issue or is it just me?

Faux Paux Sisterhood

I don't want to reveal my sources, but if other bloggers can make up their own secret society, I can have mine. So, if you want to be a member of the Faux Paux Sisterhood (even though it says sisterhood, I won't be sexist and will allow males in my sisterhood) then follow these instructions:

Please raise your right hand and say the following:

As a member of the Faux Paux Sisterhood, I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes:

I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.

I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.

I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow.

I will shave the hairs off my big toe.

I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker,mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.

If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back in to place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. No matter how much it hurts.

I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr.Scholl's if my feet need him.

I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat, and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.

I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.

I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes look like they've been dragged behind her car on the way to work and no sandal in the world is going to make her feet look good.

I will promise if I wear flip flops, that I will ensure they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.

I will promise to go to my local beauty school/parlor at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 and worth EVERY penny). I say spend another $15.00 and get a even better one.

And finally... I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals...

Who's with me?

S. B. - Day 6 & 7

Wednesday was more of the same, with Jonathan gone until the afternoon, and then me gone to Lufkin (yes, again) to buy new cell phones for Jonathan and I. Camera phones are cool!

Thursday was when even more fun started! We took our time getting up and ready, then packed our stuff and got everyone and their dog's stuff in the car and left out after noon to head to Dallas to see Jonathan's parents.

Once we got there, I was in the backseat with Micheal, trying to keep him happy with snacks. Jonathan pulls up into the driveway, comes to get Micheal out of his seat, and then closes the door and walks in his parents' house and closes that door, too! All the while, I'm sitting in the car thinking, "Oh my God! I can't believe he just left me here!" So, I took my time and got my stuff together and then went in the house to find my son with his grandmother (Won't see him again until we leave!) and my husband snacking on some piece of meat with his dad! Lordy mercy, my husband sure is thoughtful! His excuse was that he was dropping off the baby so that he could come back out and help me. And, he thought I was right behind him. BULL - ONEY! So, as penance, I made him unload the car by himself. (Big whoop).

And so begins the adventures at In-Law Land!