Blogger was down yesterday, so let me fill you in:
Yesterday we made bannana bread, did some grocery shopping, laundry and other around-the-house exciting stuff (coloring, excercising on the treadmill, dishes....). We also fought more in the battle agaist the ants. Everytime I think we have discouraged the "scout" ants a new one returns. During the summer, I guess you're never safe.
Weird thing of the day yesterday: I saw an ant carrying another ant. I thought, "okay, maybe it's possible that Joe Ant saw Fred Ant lying there and felt that he needed a proper burial". Upon closer inspection, though, Joe Ant was not carrying Fred Ant- Fred Ant (keep in mind that he is dead)was biting onto Joe Ant's hind leg. So, while I originally thought, "Poor Fred, he's dead"- I then thought, "Poor Joe, he's stuck". It's all pointless, though, because I squashed them both and washed them down the drain.
Today, we went to the gym, picked up Grant's birthday photos, and ate lunch. We have plans to make cookies, and then I'm off to tonight's sewing shindig at Amber Hunter's house...it's burrito night. I'm bringing diced tomatoes and sauteed onion. Should be yummy! As far as sewing goes...I'll be working on the same quilt I've been working on for the past three years; I'm nearly finished.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Happy Birthday, Donna! Please congratulate my mother-in-law on 35 happy years! :-)
Eric arrived home safely last night. Grant waited on the porch for his car to pull down the street, and then giggled with his hand covering his mouth when our neighbor sped into his drive. False alarm. Thankfully, Eric arrived moments later and was greeted with just the same giggles and sweet, wonderful elation. "Daddy!!!!"
This morning, I went to Babies 'R' Us with Mary and gave her my "two cents" on baby products while she scanned items to put on their registry. Little Man Kelso will be born at the start of October. Being the the first child, Mommy and Daddy need a lot of stuff! So many new products and cool things since I had Grant... portable swings, more elegant patterns to choose from, cuter clothes, more convienences. And that was only three years ago! Now I can see why the older generations have so much to say ("...they sure didn't have that when I was having my babies!"); it is just amazing the things they come out with- you can't help but remark.
Eric arrived home safely last night. Grant waited on the porch for his car to pull down the street, and then giggled with his hand covering his mouth when our neighbor sped into his drive. False alarm. Thankfully, Eric arrived moments later and was greeted with just the same giggles and sweet, wonderful elation. "Daddy!!!!"
This morning, I went to Babies 'R' Us with Mary and gave her my "two cents" on baby products while she scanned items to put on their registry. Little Man Kelso will be born at the start of October. Being the the first child, Mommy and Daddy need a lot of stuff! So many new products and cool things since I had Grant... portable swings, more elegant patterns to choose from, cuter clothes, more convienences. And that was only three years ago! Now I can see why the older generations have so much to say ("...they sure didn't have that when I was having my babies!"); it is just amazing the things they come out with- you can't help but remark.
Monday, June 23, 2003
Out of my current reading, The Grapes of Wrath:
"Ma was heavy, but not fat; thick with child-bearing and work. She wore a loose Mother Hubbard of gray cloth in which there had once been colored flowers, but the color was washed out now, so that the small flowered pattern was only a little lighter gray than the background. the dress came down to her ankles, and her stron, broad, bare feet moved quickly and deftly over the floor. Her thin, steel-gray hair was gathered in a sparse wispy knot at the back of her head. strong, freckled arms were bare to the elbow, and her hands were chubby and delicate, like those of a plump little girl. She looked out into the sunshine. Her face was not soft; it was controlled, kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcom her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Impeturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deepely wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone."
Wow. How many of us see traits of mothers we know in this description? Selflessness, grace, calm. Many times, the "emotional glue" in a home. I just loved this.
"Ma was heavy, but not fat; thick with child-bearing and work. She wore a loose Mother Hubbard of gray cloth in which there had once been colored flowers, but the color was washed out now, so that the small flowered pattern was only a little lighter gray than the background. the dress came down to her ankles, and her stron, broad, bare feet moved quickly and deftly over the floor. Her thin, steel-gray hair was gathered in a sparse wispy knot at the back of her head. strong, freckled arms were bare to the elbow, and her hands were chubby and delicate, like those of a plump little girl. She looked out into the sunshine. Her face was not soft; it was controlled, kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcom her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Impeturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deepely wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone."
Wow. How many of us see traits of mothers we know in this description? Selflessness, grace, calm. Many times, the "emotional glue" in a home. I just loved this.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
It's quite rotten, I tell you. Rotten.
We celebrated our anniversary, and then he was wisked away from me on a business trip to Oklahoma City. Left Saturday morning at 5 something and won't return until tomorrow night at 9. I miss him. Thankfully, there are these two gorgeous young men that have kept me company. I couldn't have a better thing to remind me of the him- his sons that are just as handsome as he is.
Even though Eric's only gone for three days, I have been a bit lonely. Since it's the weekend, all of our other friends have things to do and stuff planned. I had a bunch of ideas for things that I could do with the boys: errands, a trip to the park, a trip to the lake to pick up pebbles (especially since Grant and I just read this cool book about pebbles that look like recognizable objects), the gym, the Frist...we certainly haven't done as much as I'd thought- partly because I am so tired. Even though I am a housewife, accustomed to being with the two children by myself, I forget sometimes the incredible team that Eric and I are.
Eric, come home!
We celebrated our anniversary, and then he was wisked away from me on a business trip to Oklahoma City. Left Saturday morning at 5 something and won't return until tomorrow night at 9. I miss him. Thankfully, there are these two gorgeous young men that have kept me company. I couldn't have a better thing to remind me of the him- his sons that are just as handsome as he is.
Even though Eric's only gone for three days, I have been a bit lonely. Since it's the weekend, all of our other friends have things to do and stuff planned. I had a bunch of ideas for things that I could do with the boys: errands, a trip to the park, a trip to the lake to pick up pebbles (especially since Grant and I just read this cool book about pebbles that look like recognizable objects), the gym, the Frist...we certainly haven't done as much as I'd thought- partly because I am so tired. Even though I am a housewife, accustomed to being with the two children by myself, I forget sometimes the incredible team that Eric and I are.
Eric, come home!
Saturday, June 21, 2003
So, yesterday was our five year anniversary. We didn't do much event-wise. That is to come. But, I certainly spent a great deal of time reflecting on the time we've had as husband and wife. Truly, I feel so blessed: comfortable home, two gorgeous sons and a relationship with a man that is still my best friend through it all. We've grown, we've changed, I'd certainly say that we aren't the same people that met seven years ago- I'd almost say that it is impossible to remain "the same". You are contantly responding to life, which changes. Looks change, titles change, cities change, goals change. But, we are improved upon...we're a better couple.
I also played a bit of the On This Day game..."on this day, five years ago at this time we were getting pictures taken", "on this day, five years ago at this time, we were saying our vows", "on this day, five years ago at this time we were driving away". You get the picture. Well, I am probably one of the only people that can say, "on this day, five years ago at this time I hit a dove". Yep, on the way to the church after having my hair done, I ran over a low-flying, tan, desert-type dove with my silver Volvo wagon (aka Alphonse). How's that for romance?
So, what did we do? We saw, The Hulk. Eric told me it was a love story.
For our true celebration, we will be going out of town for a week. Grant and Dean will be toting along, as we don't have much choice. But, it should still be nice to get away and relax. We will be staying two nights in Williamsburg (thanks to a gift from dear friends Travis and Amy Button) and three nights in Washington, D.C. We will be in D.C. on The Fourth of July, which should feel especially American. We've never been to Williamsburg, but have been to D.C. a few times and still consider it worthy of a bit more time. My dear friend Kimberley lived there during her college years at George Washington University and this will be our first visit where we won't be able to see her beautiful face. We'll miss you Kim!
I also played a bit of the On This Day game..."on this day, five years ago at this time we were getting pictures taken", "on this day, five years ago at this time, we were saying our vows", "on this day, five years ago at this time we were driving away". You get the picture. Well, I am probably one of the only people that can say, "on this day, five years ago at this time I hit a dove". Yep, on the way to the church after having my hair done, I ran over a low-flying, tan, desert-type dove with my silver Volvo wagon (aka Alphonse). How's that for romance?
So, what did we do? We saw, The Hulk. Eric told me it was a love story.
For our true celebration, we will be going out of town for a week. Grant and Dean will be toting along, as we don't have much choice. But, it should still be nice to get away and relax. We will be staying two nights in Williamsburg (thanks to a gift from dear friends Travis and Amy Button) and three nights in Washington, D.C. We will be in D.C. on The Fourth of July, which should feel especially American. We've never been to Williamsburg, but have been to D.C. a few times and still consider it worthy of a bit more time. My dear friend Kimberley lived there during her college years at George Washington University and this will be our first visit where we won't be able to see her beautiful face. We'll miss you Kim!
Friday, June 20, 2003
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Habakkuk 3:17 & 18: "Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in the God my Saviour."
Chaos has attempted to have its evil way with me today- "yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Saviour"! No famine or failed crops, but I still found need to will myself into an improved temperment today. And, thank God, I have been successful. Dean woke up hungry at 6 am. We found Grant asleep on the floor in his room (who knows how long he'd been like that). Shortly, upon waking, he threw up. Ten minutes later, again. And, in the course of the next hour, two more times. Needless to say, the steam vac was out before the clock struck eight. Once Grant had scored a few cuddles with Mommy and some oatmeal, he carried the appearance of normality. We cleaned up dishes and fought some more in the ongoing battle with the ants. So far, we haven't had a marching army line..the "head commander" just keeps deploying straggling "scouts". I figure that if I remove all traces of tempting food and leave "home base" wondering why all their scouts are yet to return (because they're dead), then I just might avoid an all out invasion. Proceeding with our day, we supressed tantrums in Barnes & Noble (I love and hate the Thomas the Tank Engine set-up simultaneously) and the library. Once home, we fixed lunch and I nursed Dean while Grant finished his sandwich. I watched Grant pull a chair over to the kitchen sink and climb up to wash his hands and wipe his face (proud of my independant boy, I nearly ran for the camera). Dean needed a new diaper and upon my return, I saw a flood before me. The little man had pivoted the faucet head to the complete left, insuring that it provide ample water to our apparently thirsty countertop (and floor). The three year old is sent for nap, and the infant placed in the swing so that I might dry up the mess in peace. And I did get peace and quiet until Dean made a loud noise in his pants announcing the need for yet another diaper. Happy endings, though- Grant is napping and Dean is cooing and Chaos reigned only briefly here at the Fadely house.
Yesterday, I finished Mansfield Park. I have such mixed feelings about that book. Mary Kelso and I talked for a good while about it last week and she and I had similar opinions. Nearly the first two thrids of the novel, I was dissapointed with our dear Fanny. She was almost impossible to like due to her pitifulness. But, the last third of the book allowed you to see her in her maturity- there is something to be said for that. And, why must the hero/ heroine be liked for a book to remain good and worthy of praise? True, it doesn't. Flaws and gaps in character can provide the best commentary on society. This was the case here, and I still would recommend the book.
So, what next? Well, at the library today, I checked out The Grapes of Wrath, Wuthering Heights, and Villette. Wuthering Heights is the only one I have previously read a portion of; I began it in high school as a "pleasure read" in between required books and found it hard to finish, probably due to time. But, upon an urging by Erika, I am giving the Bronte sisters a try. The Grapes of Wrath, I believe, was on the required reading list under a "You Choose" category...and I never selected it. So, I have never read it before and have always heard how great it was. My father claims it to be one of his favorites, and I recently heard mention of it again by one of my friends, Matt, in his blog.
So, that should keep me busy until the next library day. I welcome recommendations for future reading- especially contemporary works that I may not have paid notice to. I really enjoy reading "classics" that I never got around to before, or that I (gasp) didn't read every ounce of during school. Now I have the time to breathe in every word and it is wonderful.
Chaos has attempted to have its evil way with me today- "yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Saviour"! No famine or failed crops, but I still found need to will myself into an improved temperment today. And, thank God, I have been successful. Dean woke up hungry at 6 am. We found Grant asleep on the floor in his room (who knows how long he'd been like that). Shortly, upon waking, he threw up. Ten minutes later, again. And, in the course of the next hour, two more times. Needless to say, the steam vac was out before the clock struck eight. Once Grant had scored a few cuddles with Mommy and some oatmeal, he carried the appearance of normality. We cleaned up dishes and fought some more in the ongoing battle with the ants. So far, we haven't had a marching army line..the "head commander" just keeps deploying straggling "scouts". I figure that if I remove all traces of tempting food and leave "home base" wondering why all their scouts are yet to return (because they're dead), then I just might avoid an all out invasion. Proceeding with our day, we supressed tantrums in Barnes & Noble (I love and hate the Thomas the Tank Engine set-up simultaneously) and the library. Once home, we fixed lunch and I nursed Dean while Grant finished his sandwich. I watched Grant pull a chair over to the kitchen sink and climb up to wash his hands and wipe his face (proud of my independant boy, I nearly ran for the camera). Dean needed a new diaper and upon my return, I saw a flood before me. The little man had pivoted the faucet head to the complete left, insuring that it provide ample water to our apparently thirsty countertop (and floor). The three year old is sent for nap, and the infant placed in the swing so that I might dry up the mess in peace. And I did get peace and quiet until Dean made a loud noise in his pants announcing the need for yet another diaper. Happy endings, though- Grant is napping and Dean is cooing and Chaos reigned only briefly here at the Fadely house.
Yesterday, I finished Mansfield Park. I have such mixed feelings about that book. Mary Kelso and I talked for a good while about it last week and she and I had similar opinions. Nearly the first two thrids of the novel, I was dissapointed with our dear Fanny. She was almost impossible to like due to her pitifulness. But, the last third of the book allowed you to see her in her maturity- there is something to be said for that. And, why must the hero/ heroine be liked for a book to remain good and worthy of praise? True, it doesn't. Flaws and gaps in character can provide the best commentary on society. This was the case here, and I still would recommend the book.
So, what next? Well, at the library today, I checked out The Grapes of Wrath, Wuthering Heights, and Villette. Wuthering Heights is the only one I have previously read a portion of; I began it in high school as a "pleasure read" in between required books and found it hard to finish, probably due to time. But, upon an urging by Erika, I am giving the Bronte sisters a try. The Grapes of Wrath, I believe, was on the required reading list under a "You Choose" category...and I never selected it. So, I have never read it before and have always heard how great it was. My father claims it to be one of his favorites, and I recently heard mention of it again by one of my friends, Matt, in his blog.
So, that should keep me busy until the next library day. I welcome recommendations for future reading- especially contemporary works that I may not have paid notice to. I really enjoy reading "classics" that I never got around to before, or that I (gasp) didn't read every ounce of during school. Now I have the time to breathe in every word and it is wonderful.
Monday, June 16, 2003
A "BIG ROLLIE"
This was all my sweet soon-to-be three year old was requesting for his birthday. On a few occasions, he also mentioned something about a purple present. Regardless, such simple desires could certainly be fulfilled. The Bob the Builder toy was inexpensive and could certainly be wrapped in purple paper.
In years to come, I am sure that there will be hints at presents like stereo systems, video games, sports equipment and maybe even a car. There may be times when we cannot afford the special requests. Or, occasions when regardless of budget, we will not want to give extravagantly. We have a child to raise, not to spoil.
Keeping this in mind, I want to cherish this time when my son is still innocent and his hopes are neither greedy nor impulsive. He knows nothing of this world's system that associates cost with value. There was no need to tell him that his wish list was too long or impractical. We didn't have to guide him or steer him. There was a perfectness in his tiny voice expressing this hope for a "big Rollie". It made us want to give it to him, knowing that his heart was so genuine.
(Witnessing the amazing innocence and faith that kids have makes you understand our Heavenly Father more when it is mentioned that we are to be like little children- "Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it", Mark 10:15 He wants to bless us, especially when we come to Him in such a way as this!)
Grant had such a fun birthday party with a few little friends. Cake, ice cream, giggles, smiles, jumping on the trampoline, going down the slide (whee!), pictures, presents, tired eyes, and sad goodbyes. Dean "gave" him his big Rollie in purple paper and our big boy couldn't have been happier.
This was all my sweet soon-to-be three year old was requesting for his birthday. On a few occasions, he also mentioned something about a purple present. Regardless, such simple desires could certainly be fulfilled. The Bob the Builder toy was inexpensive and could certainly be wrapped in purple paper.
In years to come, I am sure that there will be hints at presents like stereo systems, video games, sports equipment and maybe even a car. There may be times when we cannot afford the special requests. Or, occasions when regardless of budget, we will not want to give extravagantly. We have a child to raise, not to spoil.
Keeping this in mind, I want to cherish this time when my son is still innocent and his hopes are neither greedy nor impulsive. He knows nothing of this world's system that associates cost with value. There was no need to tell him that his wish list was too long or impractical. We didn't have to guide him or steer him. There was a perfectness in his tiny voice expressing this hope for a "big Rollie". It made us want to give it to him, knowing that his heart was so genuine.
(Witnessing the amazing innocence and faith that kids have makes you understand our Heavenly Father more when it is mentioned that we are to be like little children- "Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it", Mark 10:15 He wants to bless us, especially when we come to Him in such a way as this!)
Grant had such a fun birthday party with a few little friends. Cake, ice cream, giggles, smiles, jumping on the trampoline, going down the slide (whee!), pictures, presents, tired eyes, and sad goodbyes. Dean "gave" him his big Rollie in purple paper and our big boy couldn't have been happier.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Back in the day, when I worked as a therapist for Dr. Knight at Knight Chriopractic, I used to go to Leucadia Pizzeria in Encinitas for lunch sometimes (other days it might be Oscar's, Subway, or Red Robin). Well, they made this amazingly tasty cold pasta salad that I am craving...right now. I wish I knew the recipe. It was great. It had olives, sundried tomatoes, feta cheese and large penne noodles. There was certainly more, but I can't remember; it has been about 3 years since I ate there. Boy it was good.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
DAYS SINCE LAST ON-THE-JOB INJURY: 0
Clumsiness can be funny. Physical comedy is nearly a guaranteed laugh. Think Lucille Ball and Dick Van Dycke. However, after taping, the "I Love Lucy" star was able to return to her elegant, graceful and klutz-free self. I am stuck in character.
This evening, the accident of choice (ha) was burning myself. Yes, I poured hot soup into the serving bowl and, yes, it splattered on me. And, yes, my neck still stings. I really love cooking; it is such a shame that most of my painful moments occur in the kitchen.
Monday night (remember, today is only Wednsday) I smashed my thumb. We bought this cool George Foreman indoor grilling machine and the chicken dinner was great- however, clean-up was not a breeze. In carrying the device to the sink it somehow slammed down on my thumb. I checked, and it isn't broken (my thumb, not the appliance), but a grayish purple bruise is now emerging and will likely be around for a week more.
Truly, bruises are no big deal. I have gotten used to stubbing my toe or banging my arms or legs into things, so most times I couldn't tell you how a particular bruise was acquired. I am constantly saying "owww"; Eric can now determine a bad "owww" from a run-of-the mill "ow" (he is really rather talented; I don't know how he does it). So, he no longer finds himself running at full speed to his "damsal in distress" only to find that it was a simple job requiring nothing more than a kiss.
But, I have had a few doozies. Exactly this time last year, I was preparing for Grant's 2nd birthday party. Lasagna was on the menu and I had this huge serrated knife that I was attempting to cut nearly thawed sausage with. Ah, you are so perceptive, nearly is the key word. The knife slipped and I found myself viewing the interior of my left index finger. I tried for about an hour to get the bleeding to stop, but it never really sealed. So, a friend came and ushered me to Urgent Care (Eric was out of town on business) and had my first experience with stitches...I'll take labor and delivery any day. Seriously. And, to add to the example of my klutziness, I actually slammed that finger (stiches and all) in the front door as I was saying goodbye to people at Grant's party. (so, then I had stiches and little drag marks where the skin ripped on each suture)
Right before Dean was born, I had another knife incident- although no stitches this time. Isn't it funny to think my nice high-quality Chicago Cutlery knife set was a Mother's Day gift last year? My husband has, on a few occasions, threatened to take them away from me.
Knives. Glass. Heavy ceramic bowls. The oven and stove are obvious hazards. It's a wonder I haven't had issues with the disposal. I guess, with most things, it might just be a matter of time.
Clumsiness can be funny. Physical comedy is nearly a guaranteed laugh. Think Lucille Ball and Dick Van Dycke. However, after taping, the "I Love Lucy" star was able to return to her elegant, graceful and klutz-free self. I am stuck in character.
This evening, the accident of choice (ha) was burning myself. Yes, I poured hot soup into the serving bowl and, yes, it splattered on me. And, yes, my neck still stings. I really love cooking; it is such a shame that most of my painful moments occur in the kitchen.
Monday night (remember, today is only Wednsday) I smashed my thumb. We bought this cool George Foreman indoor grilling machine and the chicken dinner was great- however, clean-up was not a breeze. In carrying the device to the sink it somehow slammed down on my thumb. I checked, and it isn't broken (my thumb, not the appliance), but a grayish purple bruise is now emerging and will likely be around for a week more.
Truly, bruises are no big deal. I have gotten used to stubbing my toe or banging my arms or legs into things, so most times I couldn't tell you how a particular bruise was acquired. I am constantly saying "owww"; Eric can now determine a bad "owww" from a run-of-the mill "ow" (he is really rather talented; I don't know how he does it). So, he no longer finds himself running at full speed to his "damsal in distress" only to find that it was a simple job requiring nothing more than a kiss.
But, I have had a few doozies. Exactly this time last year, I was preparing for Grant's 2nd birthday party. Lasagna was on the menu and I had this huge serrated knife that I was attempting to cut nearly thawed sausage with. Ah, you are so perceptive, nearly is the key word. The knife slipped and I found myself viewing the interior of my left index finger. I tried for about an hour to get the bleeding to stop, but it never really sealed. So, a friend came and ushered me to Urgent Care (Eric was out of town on business) and had my first experience with stitches...I'll take labor and delivery any day. Seriously. And, to add to the example of my klutziness, I actually slammed that finger (stiches and all) in the front door as I was saying goodbye to people at Grant's party. (so, then I had stiches and little drag marks where the skin ripped on each suture)
Right before Dean was born, I had another knife incident- although no stitches this time. Isn't it funny to think my nice high-quality Chicago Cutlery knife set was a Mother's Day gift last year? My husband has, on a few occasions, threatened to take them away from me.
Knives. Glass. Heavy ceramic bowls. The oven and stove are obvious hazards. It's a wonder I haven't had issues with the disposal. I guess, with most things, it might just be a matter of time.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Happy 3rd Birthday to my niece, Riley! And happy 3rd anniversary to Shane and Erika Bonham. Two happy events in one day. I remember being very fat with Grant and wishing that my baby could be born that day and wishing that I wasn't sooo far pregnant so as to be able to make it to the wedding. As then, all involved are in my thoughts. Have a wonderful day!
Everyone needs to check out my husband's blog. I must be so cool because I had a blog first. Anyway, Eric is a witty man and I love him so dearly. You will certainly find his ramblings amusing and maybe insightful. Please check it out and leave him a comment:
Where Do I Go From Here?
Both of our blogs can also be accessed from our ultra-cool website : www.fadely.net
Where Do I Go From Here?
Both of our blogs can also be accessed from our ultra-cool website : www.fadely.net
Monday, June 09, 2003
Fun was had at the pool. Grant and Amber Jones had a blast splashing and kicking in the water. Of course, that was after Grant was done being terrified. We don't go swimming frequently enough for it to be an easy thing for him...there seems to be and adjustment period each time.
I just talked to Eric's mom this evening (hello Donna!) and she apparently reads this blog but doesn't leave comments. She is smarter than she ever gives herself credit, but said she needed instruction on how to do it. So, to my sweet mother-in-law and all others who have yet to leave a comment:
1. click on the word "COMMENT" below this entry
2. a box will pop up for you to enter your name and e-mail address (optional)
3. enter information and then type a message in the comments box
4. click on "comment" and it will post to the web page
Sometimes, I have noticed that the comments part is not visible. It must just be an occasional glitch with the company that provides the comments capability. Wait awhile and check back or try refreshing your page
Comments are fun. I love comments.
I just talked to Eric's mom this evening (hello Donna!) and she apparently reads this blog but doesn't leave comments. She is smarter than she ever gives herself credit, but said she needed instruction on how to do it. So, to my sweet mother-in-law and all others who have yet to leave a comment:
1. click on the word "COMMENT" below this entry
2. a box will pop up for you to enter your name and e-mail address (optional)
3. enter information and then type a message in the comments box
4. click on "comment" and it will post to the web page
Sometimes, I have noticed that the comments part is not visible. It must just be an occasional glitch with the company that provides the comments capability. Wait awhile and check back or try refreshing your page
Comments are fun. I love comments.
We're going to the pool today.
Weather is supposed to be good. My mail order suit arrived. We bought Grant a cool floaty turtle at Target to sit in. We've invited friends. Everything is in place for a whole load of fun.
We're going to the pool today. Yea!
Weather is supposed to be good. My mail order suit arrived. We bought Grant a cool floaty turtle at Target to sit in. We've invited friends. Everything is in place for a whole load of fun.
We're going to the pool today. Yea!
Saturday, June 07, 2003
A few orders of business:
First, if you have ever been to Europe, please stop and give my friends Shane and Erika some pointers/tips/reccomendations etc. They are keeping a blog for this purpose, but probably not for much longer because they leave in a week or two: http://www.bonhamfoundation.org/europe/.
Second, I promised a few people this recipe and thought others may like it as well. Try it, it's easy and yummy!:
BLACK BEAN AND CORN STEW (from Everyday Food magazine)
4 teaspoons olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 can (4.5 oz) chopped green chiles
2 cans (15 oz each) black beans, drained and rinsed
2 cans (14.5 oz each) dices tomatoes
salt
1 package (10 oz) frozen corn
In a large saucepan, sautee onion until soft (5-6 minutes). Add garlic and cumin, cook 2 minutes more. To the pan, add the chiles, beans, tomatoes and their juice, 2 cups water, and 3/4 teaspoon salt. Bring to boil; reduce heat to med-low and simmer, partially covered until slightly thickened- about 20 minutes. In a blender or food processor, puree 2 cups of the mixture. Return puree to pan and add frozen corn. Simmer until heated throough, about 5 minutes. Serve hot over rice or with quesadillas. Sour cream, cubed chicken, cheese, chopped chives, avocado or diced red onion are all great toppers.
Third, and on a much less happy note: There is a family that lost their son last year, and they have just passed the one year mark since his death. I found out about the child through a friend and prayed for them through all of baby Reid's trials and have continued to pray for them as they adjust to life without him. During his short months on earth, Reid touched many hearts and lives and strengthened the faith of many. The Miller family continues to need prayers, epecially around the hard milestones. Please pray for them and visit their web site to see pictures, leave comments, and read the mother's journal entries.
First, if you have ever been to Europe, please stop and give my friends Shane and Erika some pointers/tips/reccomendations etc. They are keeping a blog for this purpose, but probably not for much longer because they leave in a week or two: http://www.bonhamfoundation.org/europe/.
Second, I promised a few people this recipe and thought others may like it as well. Try it, it's easy and yummy!:
BLACK BEAN AND CORN STEW (from Everyday Food magazine)
4 teaspoons olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 can (4.5 oz) chopped green chiles
2 cans (15 oz each) black beans, drained and rinsed
2 cans (14.5 oz each) dices tomatoes
salt
1 package (10 oz) frozen corn
In a large saucepan, sautee onion until soft (5-6 minutes). Add garlic and cumin, cook 2 minutes more. To the pan, add the chiles, beans, tomatoes and their juice, 2 cups water, and 3/4 teaspoon salt. Bring to boil; reduce heat to med-low and simmer, partially covered until slightly thickened- about 20 minutes. In a blender or food processor, puree 2 cups of the mixture. Return puree to pan and add frozen corn. Simmer until heated throough, about 5 minutes. Serve hot over rice or with quesadillas. Sour cream, cubed chicken, cheese, chopped chives, avocado or diced red onion are all great toppers.
Third, and on a much less happy note: There is a family that lost their son last year, and they have just passed the one year mark since his death. I found out about the child through a friend and prayed for them through all of baby Reid's trials and have continued to pray for them as they adjust to life without him. During his short months on earth, Reid touched many hearts and lives and strengthened the faith of many. The Miller family continues to need prayers, epecially around the hard milestones. Please pray for them and visit their web site to see pictures, leave comments, and read the mother's journal entries.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
The refinance was more eventful than my entry for yesterday assumed. (And why I assumed it would be uneventful is beyond me...I should have known better) This was the fourth time we have gone through closing papers (two houses purchased, one sold, and now one refinance). Every time, there has been an inaccuracy or poor estimation. Yesterday's miscalculations resulted in us being notified a few hours prior of an additional amount of money required at signing ($40 vs $1000). Each time, it has worked out, but we can't help but wonder why it always comes down to the wire like that. I thank God that He is in control- because no amount of planning and preparation can ever be enough. Variables exist, and at least when we serve Him we know the end result down the line will be good. Proverbs 28:25 "...he who trusts in the Lord will prosper."
Tonight I am skipping sewing to relax and hopefully go to bed early (sorry LaDonna, I hope you guys have fun at your house and that you are productive). I think I'll soak in the tub and read Mansfield Park some more.
I am almost half way into the book, now. So, far I am not as in love with this book as some other Austen novels. I just have trouble with Fanny. She is meant to be the main character, yet I find her lacking. What is there about her that I am supposed to be "rooting" for? Why am I supposed to like her? I may not be meant to, but that is always such a joy about Jane Austen books- you want to live in that world; you want to know people like them; you find yourself trying to talk in witty ways like Darcy (and isn't it so cool the way they insult each other in such a civil way...the jabs are almost hidden and seem nice!) Hopefully my opinion changes by the end- I want to like it.
Tonight I am skipping sewing to relax and hopefully go to bed early (sorry LaDonna, I hope you guys have fun at your house and that you are productive). I think I'll soak in the tub and read Mansfield Park some more.
I am almost half way into the book, now. So, far I am not as in love with this book as some other Austen novels. I just have trouble with Fanny. She is meant to be the main character, yet I find her lacking. What is there about her that I am supposed to be "rooting" for? Why am I supposed to like her? I may not be meant to, but that is always such a joy about Jane Austen books- you want to live in that world; you want to know people like them; you find yourself trying to talk in witty ways like Darcy (and isn't it so cool the way they insult each other in such a civil way...the jabs are almost hidden and seem nice!) Hopefully my opinion changes by the end- I want to like it.
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
The boys had their well child check-ups yesterday. They are both nice and healthy. Poor Dean had his immunizations, but is recovering nicely.
Today is rather uneventful apart from the fact that we are signing papers to refinance the house. Rates are great and we'll be saving a decent amount per month on our mortgage. Yay!
Grant just waltzed down here- he was supposed to be taking his afternoon nap. I told him, "please go back to your room and lie down". He said, "please go back to your room and lie down". My son's first go at the copy cat game! I can't believe it! It is certainly hard to parent correctly when you are laughing hysterically!
Today is rather uneventful apart from the fact that we are signing papers to refinance the house. Rates are great and we'll be saving a decent amount per month on our mortgage. Yay!
Grant just waltzed down here- he was supposed to be taking his afternoon nap. I told him, "please go back to your room and lie down". He said, "please go back to your room and lie down". My son's first go at the copy cat game! I can't believe it! It is certainly hard to parent correctly when you are laughing hysterically!
Monday, June 02, 2003
It was a rather good weekend:
Saturday, Eric came home at 6:00am from his after-hours work. So, we left him in peace and went to the gym for a pilates class. I think that class will really whip me into shape. It focuses a great deal on having strong "core" muscles (think torso)- which is what I really need post-baby. Then we came home and played as quitely as possible until Eric woke up. We did some shopping (Target, again) and found a really cool game of Sorry! from the Nostalgia series...it comes in a wooden box with wooden pieces. Very cool looking. We invited Kris and Mary Kelso to come over and play, so they did. They mentioned how neat it looked and that they would like to register for the games to decorate the baby's nursery (they also had Clue, Monopoly, and a few others...) . We grilled Harry burgers (beef from a cow that Mary's dad, Harry, raised up in Michigan- "Harry burgers"...never to be confused with "hairy burgers")and made sugar cookies (recipe courtesy of Donna). Fun was had here at the Fadely house.
Sunday, we went to church and proceeded to Sonic for lunch with Kris whose wife was taken hostage by the Ladies Ministry immediately after service for a gazillion-hour long meeting. Grant and I went to the park near the library and then we came home and had dinner. Later, Eric and I watched We Were Soldiers with the Kelsos. Not much was said after the movie, as we were all depressed.
Today, testosterone was heavy here. We had four boys in the house! I invited the neighbor's boys, Jake and Luke, over to hang out with Grant for a few hours. Christi has watched Grant and Dean recently, so I figured it would allow her to go enjoy herself without the kids for a little while. Jake is four and Luke is 2 1/2. So, Grant is in between their ages and gets along equally well with both of them. We had a blast. They jumped on the trampoline, went on the slide, had snack, played upstairs on the Thomas the Tank Engine track, played Hot Wheels, ran and jumped and chased, had lunch (there was lots of, "see my food"..."aaaaahhhh"), and laughed a lot!
It makes me wish that Dean was old enough to have joined in the fun. I guess in about two years, he and Grant will be playing really well together. There is so much to look forward to.
Saturday, Eric came home at 6:00am from his after-hours work. So, we left him in peace and went to the gym for a pilates class. I think that class will really whip me into shape. It focuses a great deal on having strong "core" muscles (think torso)- which is what I really need post-baby. Then we came home and played as quitely as possible until Eric woke up. We did some shopping (Target, again) and found a really cool game of Sorry! from the Nostalgia series...it comes in a wooden box with wooden pieces. Very cool looking. We invited Kris and Mary Kelso to come over and play, so they did. They mentioned how neat it looked and that they would like to register for the games to decorate the baby's nursery (they also had Clue, Monopoly, and a few others...) . We grilled Harry burgers (beef from a cow that Mary's dad, Harry, raised up in Michigan- "Harry burgers"...never to be confused with "hairy burgers")and made sugar cookies (recipe courtesy of Donna). Fun was had here at the Fadely house.
Sunday, we went to church and proceeded to Sonic for lunch with Kris whose wife was taken hostage by the Ladies Ministry immediately after service for a gazillion-hour long meeting. Grant and I went to the park near the library and then we came home and had dinner. Later, Eric and I watched We Were Soldiers with the Kelsos. Not much was said after the movie, as we were all depressed.
Today, testosterone was heavy here. We had four boys in the house! I invited the neighbor's boys, Jake and Luke, over to hang out with Grant for a few hours. Christi has watched Grant and Dean recently, so I figured it would allow her to go enjoy herself without the kids for a little while. Jake is four and Luke is 2 1/2. So, Grant is in between their ages and gets along equally well with both of them. We had a blast. They jumped on the trampoline, went on the slide, had snack, played upstairs on the Thomas the Tank Engine track, played Hot Wheels, ran and jumped and chased, had lunch (there was lots of, "see my food"..."aaaaahhhh"), and laughed a lot!
It makes me wish that Dean was old enough to have joined in the fun. I guess in about two years, he and Grant will be playing really well together. There is so much to look forward to.
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