Still amazed: that my kids still love me even though I make lots of mistakes with them.
Still getting used to: being 40.
Still loving: cooking great meals.
Still proud of: how hard Christopher works to make a good, comfortable life for his family.
Still not proud of: my procrastination sometimes.
Still hoping: certain people will mind their OWN BUSINESS.
Still worried: that I don't spend enough "fun" time with the kids.
Still never going to: smoke cigarettes or get a tattoo.
Still pretending: that I am a grown-up!
Still reading: cookbooks.
Still wanting to read: novels, nonfiction and fiction...someday.
Still interested in: taking dance lessons.
Still not interested in: governmental affairs (shame on me).
Still looking forward to: Ethan being fully potty trained.
Still not looking forward to: the times when Ethan doesn't quite make it to the potty...
Still failing: at not losing my temper.
Still grateful for: my 4 blessings and dedicated husband.
Still praying: for a faith that overflows into every corner of my life.
Still not believing in: diets of any kind.
Still believing in: the possibility that our coffee stand will make it.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Claire's Winter Piano Recital
Claire played a few short songs and did very well. My camera battery died on the last half of her last song ~AARGH~
She continues to love piano and practices often without my reminding her. I just love how creative and talented Claire is....
Crimson
An older saleslady at the store noticed Julian waiting for me to finish my purchase and said to him, "Well it looks like you are the older brother! How old are you?"
Politely, Julian smiled and said, "13." (I marveled at how he is so good with strange grown-ups, always answering clearly and looking them in the eye. Very impressive.)
Saleslady then notices cute little Ethan bouncing around near Julian's legs. As she bent over with her hands on her knees, she says to Ethan, "...and YOU must be the little brother! How old are you little guy?"
Instead of hiding in my knees as he usually might do with strangers, he boldly spoke to her and exclaimed, "I go BIG poop logs in the toilet!!"
Oh my.
Julian's face turned crimson as he sloooooooowly turned away and tried to move away just in case Ethan decided to reveal anymore **ahem** personal facts.
It didn't happen because I swooped in and interrupted the conversation saying, "Oh he's three...heh...heh..and I guess that's the number one topic around the house for him these days....heh....heh...."
I trailed off, turning crimson myself. I didn't dare look around to see what other people might have heard the "P" word as we quickly exited the store.
Politely, Julian smiled and said, "13." (I marveled at how he is so good with strange grown-ups, always answering clearly and looking them in the eye. Very impressive.)
Saleslady then notices cute little Ethan bouncing around near Julian's legs. As she bent over with her hands on her knees, she says to Ethan, "...and YOU must be the little brother! How old are you little guy?"
Instead of hiding in my knees as he usually might do with strangers, he boldly spoke to her and exclaimed, "I go BIG poop logs in the toilet!!"
Oh my.
Julian's face turned crimson as he sloooooooowly turned away and tried to move away just in case Ethan decided to reveal anymore **ahem** personal facts.
It didn't happen because I swooped in and interrupted the conversation saying, "Oh he's three...heh...heh..and I guess that's the number one topic around the house for him these days....heh....heh...."
I trailed off, turning crimson myself. I didn't dare look around to see what other people might have heard the "P" word as we quickly exited the store.
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