Friday, June 29, 2007
After traveling for 2 solid days and letting a few things slide for the sake of driving in peace, I have to be Sgt. Mom and break some bad habits. I've taken away R's blanket during the day in hopes of limiting the thumb sucking and getting her to exercise some self-control without a crutch. She asks about watching videos in the van when running errands. She's been sans clothes a bit more than usual which may be a side effect from being around her twin cousins.
Dave says he needs 18 days to catch up for the 9 days we were gone. He goes through a hundred e-mails at night from the recliner so at least we're in the same room together. The next Thrive facility opens in 2 weeks so he's been driving to Dr. Phillips every day to supervise the final stages of the build out. The machines are being delivered today! Very exciting and also a bit nerve-racking as Thrive (and therefore, Dave) is going to be independent very soon. They're working on getting the investment funding they need to move forward. I've proofed the business plan a few times in my role as unofficial grammar consultant, just doing my part.
Watching Last Comic Standing (a summer favorite for the past few years) is not nearly as funny as watching Dave watch LCS. At least once per episode, he completely looses it. His face turns red, he starts crying, his laugh turns into this nasally wheezing that sounds like he'll burst a blood vessel. He has no control and the least little thing after that will set him off again like his laugh defenses have been compromised. The guy who set him off this week didn't even make it to L.A. for the next round.
R is saying "This is my favorite" to everything. Usually a song--"How Great is Our God," "Awesome God," and "Margaritaville" which she announced very loudly in a restaurant. (That's for you, P.J.).
Ben had his 6-month checkup this week. The dr.'s comment on looking at his growth chart: "He's coming back onto the line." Meaning his weight's not as far off the chart as it once was. Well, that makes me feel better. Plus, now I'm using a heavy-duty Vaseline type ointment on his skin at night so he's really a little greased pig now.
Looking foward to a fun weekend--a wedding of an old friend and R attending her first major birthday party. Should be a hoot!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
This summer I'm glad to say that O-wood has tried to keep the summer a time of learning and being together with one service and a combined SS hour with hot-button topics (it was porn this morning--gotta have your Starbucks!). And the positive side of having different preachers who don't normally get to preach is that they are really excited about it. Usually they've been mulling on a topic for a while, getting it ready to present, pumped up about preachin'.
This was one such Sunday. Chuck preached this morning on heaven, on seeing today through tomorrow's eyes. We're standing on the edge of the new kingdom--like the Israelites at the Red Sea or Promised Land--and we're trapped in our slave-ish thinking, neglecting to realize God's presence right amongst us, despairing, complaining, having unbelief in our hearts. Hindsight is great but God's Word is better. He actually gives us the picture of the future to help get us through today (Rev. 21 & 22 was the text). And even more amazing--WE are the edge of the kingdom, advancing Christ's kingdom wherever we're at.
The last stanza of a Charles Wesley hymn we sung this morning also really resonated with me as we've been studying Lost Women of the Bible. What a different kind of "lost" we'll be in:
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
I finished The Book Thief last night, the latest book club selection (in part because I was already reading it.) Dave kept looking at me funny over the top of his laptop as I sniffled through the final part. (This is fiction, right? he kept asking.) I knew (mostly) what was coming because Death is the narrator and his foreshadowing isn't very subtle but still...just a sweet, sad, simple story.
It's technically juvenile fiction and while it doesn't quite reach Harry Potter-crossover heights, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I appreciate books that have unconventional ways of telling the story, post-modern narrative structures, or that play with the words on the page. This had that, along with plucky heroes and heroines, love, devotion, rebellion in Nazi Germany, and beautiful descriptions of ugly life.
Plus, Death as the narrator! He finds humor in the ways some people get theirs in the end. And he's not an unlikeable character. You actually feel for this overworked soul-gatherer as he describes the sky "the color of Jews" in 1942.
Now, however, I'm without a new book because our library books were due today and I couldn't renew my next read because there's a hold on it. So I'm going to re-read a favorite or try to make it to the bookstore before we leave and pick up A Thousand Splendid Suns. Except I've already spent the book budget this month on Rebekah. I'll be reading Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus for the next 9 days.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Her first metaphor: "Mom, I'm growing like a green bean."
Giving Benjamin a nickname: "Jr. Drooler! You're Jr. Drooler, Ben!"
Watching NASCAR, voluntarily, singing: "You can do it, Junior. You can win the race because you are an amazing race car." (To the tune of her favorite Little Einstein song from the episode where the team goes to Monaco for the Grand Prix. We've had it stuck in our heads all weekend.)
Also, watching NASCAR, voluntarily, us eavesdropping: "There's Jeff Gordon. I don't like him."
We are coloring pictures and I'm writing out the words of what's in the pictures--Elmo, Zoe, cat. I start to write butterfly. She takes her crayon and makes three lines on her paper, saying, "But-ter-fly." Genius.
Wearing her pink elephant backpack this week with a very big girl outfit, sneakers on, hair in barrettes (for once), looking like she's going to school. I actually got a little choked up.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
My purpose was to check up on my grandparents. Since I live the closest of any of their children or grandchildren, it's easier for me to visit them than any one else. Mom specifically wanted me to check on them before we leave for TX. So my mother-in-law graciously kept the kids for me so I could take a solo trip down there, take my grandmother out to lunch, and be the eyes and ears for the rest of the family.
On Mother's Day, when they joined us for Benjamin's baptism and lunch, we were all shocked at how pale and gaunt Grandpa looked. The radiation and chemotherapy has done a 1-2 punch on him. He already seemed to be aging quicker but in the last six months he's appeared ten years older. Seeing him again yesterday was difficult. I am taken aback each time at the sunken eyes, thinning hair, and slow movements. Now he has oxygen tubes around him to added to the well, sickly look. The image is jolting. I still expect him to look like the grandpa who played tennis several times a week and whose pants were being let out at the waist. I expect to hear him make witty and often caustic comments at the government, Wall Street, and various sports coaches. Yesterday there wasn't even one word about Billy Donovan from the grumpy ol' Gator.
It's hard to know that these are mostly likely his final years. I know God has been working in his heart over the past five years or so as he dealt with bladder cancer (almost 5 years cancer-free from that!) and now all this. This will be the most difficult death I'll have had in my life so far. I just hope it's later rather than sooner.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
No, I just had to vent about the girl today. First, she woke up at 5:50 and didn't go back to sleep, or to her own room. Meanwhile, the rooster in the other bedroom managed to sleep til 6:45. If it ain't one, it's the other.
She then proceeded to exhaust me with her disobedience. I took away the crayons before 8 AM, computer game time before lunch, and swim time before nap. I really hoped she would wake up better behaved because I was running out of things to do with her.
What I hate most of all on these days is my own anger. I hate when I lose my cool, I hate when I hurt others, especially my precious girl, in my anger. I hate how I sound. I hate the ineffectiveness of anger. I don't win. She doesn't behave better. I don't feel better.
I'm learning what to let slide and how to pick my battles. I'm trying to have foresight--to see how my reaction in a situation has consequences, good or bad. I'm trying not to use my s**t pass! And I'm praying as much for my own heart as I am hers.
In other news, Benjamin was a doll today and his first tooth has made an appearance.
Love you all!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Dave's birthday was yesterday. #29 for him which means I'm only two years away from 3-0 (cuz it's all about me, right?). In lieu of presents, (because we're planning a NYC trip at the end of the summer), Rebekah made him a birthday crown and he proudly wore it on the way to work and back home again. Poor guy had to take the garbage out on his birthday. I did make a chocolate pie for dessert. Thankfully, meringue covers a really sad looking crust.
Then it's been the day of lots of people. The kids and I spent the day at Dave's parents where his sister and family were. Rebekah had an Oreo, vanilla ice cream, and no nap until we got in the car at 3:30. Ben slept for 3 hours and missed most of the action. Then a friend from college who now lives in Denver stopped by. He was actually my friend first. We met when Dave was living in Titusville and commuting to school. Then when Dave moved back to Orlando and our friends merged, he and Dave became friends too. He's one of the few people we keep up with semi-regularly (like once a year) which is a lot for Dave. The guys went out for wings and pool while I had book club (more people!) and then came back for the leftover desserts. So we had some remembering of people we haven't talked about in a long time and stayed up too late.
And now I really must be going to bed.