Saturday!

Today's plans include a picnic of sorts...an afternoon with James, and then a lazy evening.

Sounds nice!

Lynne

p.s. My bathroom has been torn apart. More on that later.

Random searching...

So I started to search for a picture on Google.com, and it (randomly) pulled up all of my recent searches...which include:

IKEA.com
pig-stacking
swan babies
Chocolate chex
Candy Krisp Jalepenos
how to keep a baby out of the cabinets
baby-proofing tips
thank you note etiquette
baby crocs

Ladies and Gents, I think we can safely assume that I'm a pretty random person. And that bizarre thoughts pop into my head randomly...and yes, probably more often than they pop into yours. *grin* Bethany understands. Right, Bethany? Yes.

So anyway...all that to say that I want to share the joy of Chocolate Chex with you. It's a cereal, that isn't horrible for you, but still tastes so scrum-diddly-umptious that you'll fight your kids for the last bowlful. Or handful. Whichever.

Yes! There you have it! Doesn't it look delectable? Only 130 calories a serving, and 10% of your daily calcium! Looks good to me!

(Now if they would only make it in a super-duper, only Chocolatey, none of this rice-y stuff version, my life would be complete. Until the next cereal obsession. Whatever. I'm nursing. I'm entitled.)

Have a beautiful Thursday! I'm going on a brisk walk, and then perchance to Starbucks. Right. Sugary coffee to go with my chocolate cereal. I don't have a problem.

-Lynne

A problem...

(Yes, that is my son on a produce scale...we were the celebrities of Kroger that day. Ask Chris. He was there.)

I have a problem. A baby Crocs problem.

I want them in every color. I don't want them for me...they'll make my feet look big! I don't let my feet look big. I have foot anorexia. My feet are slim. Anyway. That's off-topic.

Of course...these aren't real baby Crocs...those cost a lot. How much, you ask? I didn't know. So I did some research. The research revealed:

First of all...Don't let your children walk on escalators while wearing Crocs.

Kids Crocs are pricey! 24.99 for something they will wear for....3 months? Tops?
(but they are so darn cute!)

Don't work for Crocs.

Fake Crocs aren't illegal. At least making them isn't...

Don't invest in Crocs (CROX)...hee hee...what a good stock label!

I love them, I love them, I love them. They make baby feet even more cute, if that is possible. Just had to share. I have a hat problem too. *chuckle*

*sigh*

It's back. That's good, but also bad. I don't feel so good.

Isaac is into everything today. So far I've taken away fine china (approximately 100 years old), glass pans, several kinds of tupperware, two trash cans, candlesticks, three remotes, and a bottle of baby powder. Not all of this is readily accessible. This baby is a Houdini, except he gets into stuff...not out.

Must run. Pray for sanity.

Not for hormonal or lactating women...

Just like subway cookies...I tell you. Well, I'm not going to tell you right now...like Melissa says...that deserves another blog post altogether.

THIS made me cry. I know. Stupid.

*weep*

Lynne

My baby boy...

 
The time flies by...doesn't it?

I'm being sentimental.

A happy wife...

I had no idea how much of a homemaker I was until I got married. I love keeping house. Yes, it has its ups and downs...but I absolutely love keeping our little place clean and welcoming for friends and family...and especially for my husband.

Someone made fun of me the other day for liking my house clean. I didn't have a quick retort...of course, but I responded that my husband liked it that way and so did I...

She said that I shouldn't bow to my husband's every whim. I suppose she is right...but this is something easy that I can do...and besides...he's hard at work outside mowing the lawn and pressure-washing right now. The least I can do is fold his clothes and keep his floors clean, you know?

Love you honey. I love being your wife.

Lynne

Volunteerism...it does a body good...

I love volunteering. There's something about doing something for someone else, for *free*, that just gives me a warm fuzzy. AND I get to experience all kinds of cool things. I grew up volunteering...it was just something my family did...in all different avenues. We cleaned elderly and infirm people's houses, we wrapped presents, we helped disabled children go for rides in airplanes, we read books, we shelved books...and I continue to volunteer constantly in my adulthood.

I ran into someone today that hadn't heard that I was a member of the volunteer fire department. She said that she admired me...and she'd love to do that...but she didn't "have time"...

Honestly, I think time is just like money. It needs to be budgeted. If you have time to watch tv or that favorite movie once a week, you have time to volunteer. If you have time to brush your teeth twice a day, you have time to pray for a friend. Oprah calls it multi-tasking! *grin*

I guess I'm a little bit sad, because this society is quite selfish...and they don't know what they're missing. You don't have time to volunteer? Au contraire, my friend!!!...you don't have time not to...

And that's just my two cents. I can't wait to volunteer with my kids. I can NOT wait. Look out world! We're changing minds...one village at a time.

I guess I'm being sentimental...and inspirational...all at the same time. Time for a nap.

Cheerio!

Manly toys...

So my work is filled with toys...I work at a resale shop where mommies frequently stop in with their little darlings, or not so little darlings...and they play happily whilst Mom shops. (or not so happily, but let's not get into that.) My son, on the other hand...HA! Leapfrogs, Winnie-the-Pooh, touch and feel books, play phones, and stacking blocks be scorned. What does he go for?

Today, let's see...*sings* On the first day of wo-ork, I took away from Ize...

A power cord for the computer...
2 bungee cords
An oscillating fan
A carpet sweeper
My cell phone
My work phone
The computer
The keyboard
The mouse
The printer
A roll of duct tape
8 paper clips clipped together
A pair of scissors
The set-up for our doorbell...

ETC!

My son? I'm so proud. You head only for the manly toys.

(At least he isn't into dolls...)

My sincerest apologies...

The Czar has informed that I have been lax...and need severe punishment. I have not blogged recently. Heavens. It has been 5 DAYS! So here I am. Doing my punishment.

I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.
I WILL BLOG REGULARLY, OR SUFFER THE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES.

Moving on. Punishment completed. On to the actual blogging!

You already know that Miss Katelyn has arrived, so I will not torture you with more information and no pictures. If you want pictures of the lovely lady, head on over to Dane's blog.

New news:

I know I have a good baby...and I shouldn't brag...but I must. Today he has taken TWO 2-hour naps. He will still go to bed tonight at 6:30 p.m. Praise God for Isaac. Now if we could just get him to leave the trash can alone.

Poor kid is teething something fierce. His molars are trying to punch through, and I know they really are bothering him. He likes to be held a lot...and eat cold things. Applesauce and yogurt are very popular these days.

I'm still looking for a pediatrician or a nurse practitioner for him. I'm having a hard time, because we're not vaccinating Isaac as of right now, and most doctors aren't comfortable with that. I AM comfortable with that, and my Mommy instinct is doing just fine. The last doctor we saw threw a fit when we said we weren't vaccinating, and due to some issues, told me to stop nursing him and to switch to formula. Sorry, lady. My kid is fine the way he is. Does he *LOOK* malnourished?
(Look at those fingers...I could just eat them up. MMM!)
Um, no.

Duh.

So anyway...I've got a few calls in to some people, because I'd like to have a pediatrician to go to if anything ever came up, or I need a prescription for an infection or something.

I am doing mountainous loads of laundry today, so I must go...

Ta TA!

Lynne

I love this...

Or as Melissa would say... I *heart* this...

http://www.hasanyonetoldyou.com/

I am a blatant words of affirmation person...when it comes to love languages. I've googled "encouraging words" before when I've needed a boost. Now I have a website!

Love, Lynne

p.s. Go to my pictures online and click on "At The Park"...some serious baby cuteness going on there...

Happy Day!

God is so good, is He not? Thank you, blogging world, for stepping up to the plate...Katelyn Grace was born this morning with minimal intervention, praise God!

I have to say...I don't know what to do with this feeling. I am so protective of Melissa and Katelyn and Dane, I didn't know what to do with myself. At the hospital, I'd start to go back to their room, only to turn around, thinking perhaps they might want family time...to turn around...to finally stop in the hallway and thank God for his ultimate grace.

I did a lot of hallway time (walking Ize in the stroller, or just slowly walking the hallways, whispering my thoughts to God...)over the last 48 hours...and it always surprises me how when life hands you some sort of crisis...or crises...depending on how crazy your life is...you feel like you are in a vacuum. Life just stops outside of what is important to you. I'd come out of a fog to hear the latest update and notice that it was raining outside. Rain? Weather still fluctuates? Isn't that strange?

It's a hard place...being a best friend, but not wanting to step on *anyone's* toes. On the one hand, I want to see Melissa...baaaaaadly. On the other hand...this is family time. I have a hard time breaking rules or being hugely decisive when it comes to things like this. I hope I did all right. James is so much better at that than me. Speaking of James...he's at the hospital right now, holding baby Katelyn. I'm only a tad jealous. A TAD. Ok. We did do the nose...and the hat. But she is a witch. Sorry. Back on topic. It was actually okay, because I came home to put Isaac down for a nap, which he needed...and I grabbed a shower and passed out. We both slept for 2.5 hours! It was most excellent...then we woke up, had some dinner, and we're heading to bed now!

May the Lord bless you and keep you...

Lynne