At Home In Philly

sadness and a bright outlook (this is not about the baby, the baby is fine)

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:44:00 +0000

On our way from playgroup this evening we were starving and stopped to pick up a couple
slices of pizza, how fun, right? Ivy carried it the whole way home,
it kept her hands warm, sweet, right? We threw off our coats and
shoes and ran up to have our feast. After a few minutes I thought
something had gone terribly wrong because Newton didn't follow us
upstairs. In fact my suspicions were confirmed when I found nothing
but two walls remaining of the gingerbread house she had made during playgroup under the stroller
where, I am sorry to say, I am responsible for having left it. Ivy was
SO sad, as you can imagine, but after crying so hard she almost
barfed, she came around to the fact that we could build another one
another time, and, she added, "It's a good thing he didn't eat our
real house, right?" Indeed

getting dusty

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 01:20:00 +0000

Thanks goodness for sewing night. If I wasn't forced to get the machine out and find a project once a month, I don't think I would make the time! My problem is inspiration! I LOVE everything that my friends are sewing but how lame am I that I can't come up with any of my own projects? I want to come up with THE thing to make. Small, quick, incredibly cute, as that too much to ask? I have already been quite a copier and have to stop NOW! I was going to copy Anne and make napkins for everyone for Christmas, but as it turns out, I made napkins for one couple who might appreciate them and our other recipient wouldn't like them/doesn't eat at a table. Anna came up with sewing dish towels, Brilliant! Who doesn't want a pretty new dish towel! Then Krista came up with gift bags! Brilliant! Home made cookies inside a hand sewn bag? I say!

So, I think my passion IS bags, I am going to try to branch off to diaper bags and maybe canvas totes. I suppose I could start sewing totes now and have gifts ready for birthdays all year and Christmas next year! I am having trouble choosing a liner, I guess I just have to experiment. Since when am I adverse to experimenting? NEVER!

Next time I post, I hope it is with news of projects, and maybe even pictures!

In other news, the baby is now the size of a blueberry which still seems so small, but so much larger than a poppy seed.

colorful language

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:16:00 +0000

I began to re-read my blog from the beginning to see how I was feeling early in my pregnancy with Ivy. My writing was so colorful. My life was so dull. I am inspired to try to use more interesting words instead of listing my activities. Stay tuned...

winning the lottery

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 18:04:00 +0000

I couldn't have pictured how it would feel. I couldn't imagine how it would actually play out. I felt like I had a couple of extra dollars burning a hole in my pocket and I couldn't help but buy a lottery ticket. I had no hopes of winning, not really, but the possibility was there, I supposed... So I metaphorically bought a scratch off ticket and began to scrape the silvery coating away. One number matched, two numbers matched! It went on and on and I stared in disbelief as I had actually won the lottery. Now, that is to say, I have not won any money from the Pennsylvania Lottery, I have however discovered something even greater. Even more exciting, even more hoped for. On Thursday November 19th, we found out that we are in fact heading towards being a family of four! We are still coming to terms with the reality of this. This baby who has been wanted for so long and who has tested us repeatedly has chosen the end of July to make it's debut. Stay tuned for developments on all fronts. The big Sister-to-be is beside herself. She says several times a day... "I can't even believe that my baby is growing in your belly right now!" Join the club!

congratulations on coming home!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:39:00 +0000

I left my family for four days to travel to Missouri to be with my aunt and bury and celebrate the life of my grandmother. I had a wonderful time, my mom and sister are the tops to travel with (as long as I get to drive). My aunt has a laugh that makes the whole room erupt in side splitting laughter themselves. We spent a few teary moments remembering Gramma, but mostly it was a celebration of her. We ate ourselves into oblivion, slept until we woke up naturally, discovered a new mini series called Into The West that I am going to try to find on netflix as soon as I am finished this post. We went to a performance of Camelot, did crossword puzzles galore, wore stockings three days in a row, marvled at the beauty of the fall leaves, the crisp air and the swirling winds. I bought four mega packs of Chicklets which for some reason I can't find here, got to see old cousins that I hadn't seen since I had braces and started to really feel like I knew my way around Columbia. PLUS I want to send Ivy to Vet school there when she is ready.

I got home late last night and peeked in on Ivy before my head hit the pillow. In the morning I lept from my bed to go see her when she called for me. I was so excited. She was SO Sweet, you will see why that warrants capitalization in a sec. She stroked my face, looked deep into my eyes and said "welcome home, mom" Then she said in kind of a panicky yet calm excitement, "I am so glad you are back, welcome home, your face is still so soft, I am gla..., I heard you come in last night and I wanted to give you a huge hug, welcome ho..., Congratulations on coming home!" All the while she is petting my face. She told me that the worst part of dad's day was dropping her off at school and the best part of his day had been picking her up from school because he missed her so. All the while she had this look on her face of "I can;t believe you are here and I am talking to you!"

In other news, I am a budding children's skirt maker, due to make my debut at the holiday fair at Ivy's school in just 3 weeks, now I just need to get the application in!

The land is clean and we are due to make settlement in the middle of November. We are madly coming up with plans for the house that will make it PERFECT!

I broke my toe (or at least I think I did) by stubbing it on a pair of shoes.

I am loving all the leftover Halloween candy, because when we asked Ivy how many pieces of candy she wanted on Halloween she said "3" and that is what we all stuck with. Have I mentioned that I LOVE her?

It is 8 o'clock, and as soon as I track down my mini series we are off to bed to watch a movie. heaven? I think so!

I'll leave you with a picture of our little dentist and her first patient who just happened to be a dinosaur! How brave, how cute!

It is time for a recap!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:15:00 +0000

Ivy started school last week and really likes it. She says she doesn't want to go in the morning, but I'd rather stay in my pajamas than almost anything else either, too. I can't blame her. She doesn't tell us much about what goes on during her day, just snippets here and there. I love hearing the snippets! Last night she said "at my new school we light candles!" I said, "oh, how special, do you learn how to be very careful?" "no, we just already knew that, mom!" She's often 3 going on 12 but most of the time, it is in a good way!

We are under agreement on land in Mount Airy which will get it's soil test next week, after which, we can start to really get excited (not that we are really waiting).

Scott sold two of his Bancroft Green projects, they are due to close before Christmas. This is exciting both because it validates him and because now we have money on which to live (or at least we will).

We had to put Oreo down last week. Scott got Oreo from a cat shelter when he was in college and has had him as a companion for the last... well, since then. We miss him but Ivy helps us focus on the positive. "I am excited because now I can sleep with my door open" And Scott and Ivy have decided that when we move we will get two new cats and name them Flopsey and Mopsey.

I have not exactly figured out what I am going to do with myself while Ivy is in school. I suspect that one day a week, I will drive home and do home chores but the remaining two, I will stay out here, typing in a coffee shop, running errands, going to the gym... any suggestions?

things you never thought you'd hear

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 16:49:00 +0000

We were dining in a cafe on Wednesday while waiting for the library to open. Ivy looked up at the ceiling and asked me what kind of lights were hanging there. I said "Pendant lights!" she said "pendant... like Independence hall!" Um, yup!

"You know what kind of cheese we haven't had in a really long time?" Ivy asks. "What kind?" I reply. "Um... I don't know the name of it, but it is twirly and it tastes like candy, do you know what it is called?" "No, I can't figure it out from your clues, sorry."

After a trip to the bathroom right before dinner, I told Ivy she could keep her undies and bloomers off because after dinner we were going to get undressed anyway for bath and bed. "Thanks", she said, "That is so very thoughtful of you, mom." "I'm glad you feel appreciated!"

Seriously, she gets cuter every day, the fact that naps are a thing of the past doesn't even bother me.. well, naps would be nice but when she rests quietly in her room, what's the difference?

what'cha been up to?

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:21:00 +0000

sewing, discovering new playgrounds, acupuncture, day trips to the zoo, family reunion, making dinner (and breakfast and lunch), laughing with Ivy, playing make believe picnic, watching "Burn Notice", swimming, socializing, reading library books, gardening, playing fetch, watching Ivy learn to dribble a ball, snuggling, and so much more!

what I live for

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 23:38:00 +0000

Tonight when I was putting Ivy to bed, her bedtime routine was pristine. It included no toothbrush fights, undressing and dressing herself, two wonderful and short books a thoughtful snuggle with her hot water bottle and then our nightly conversation. me: "what was the worst part of your day?" Ivy: "Nothing!" me again: "what was the best part of your day?" Ivy: "Going to get your watch fixed."

It rained all day. In the morning we were stuck in the house waiting for the dryer duct cleaner (did you know you should have your duct work cleaned annually?). He turned out to be the most wonderful young chap I ever could have expected. I can't go into detail because I am considering going to bed at 7:43 on a Friday night, and I think I just might. Then we had to wait for the UPS man (yes, man, Donna has moved off of our route) to deliver the drum for our dryer that is to be repaired next week. After a full day inside, broken up by an easy and wonderful nap for Ivy and lots of mindless surfing for me, we set out to fix my watch. I have been lost without it since the pin slipped out about a month ago. While it was getting repaired we wandered around the mall (and by wandered, I mean Ivy ran and I moseyed after her) I think that the highlight that Ivy was remembering was when we smelled lotions in the Body Shop, and then tried them out, a different scent on each body part. When we ran out of accessible parts, she thought she would just pull down her pants and apply the wonderful body butter to her legs. I thought that maybe by then the watch was ready. Ten dollars and a lot of fun later, we left the mall and walked home in the commuter foot traffic, happy we had left the house and happy that we had had a successfull trip.

I also should mention that Ivy was singing "Singin' in the Rain" at the top of her lungs all the way there, a cuter picture you never did see.

AND we had egg rolls for dinner, branching out never tasted so good, I highly recommend trying them!

A small rant

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 09 May 2009 01:24:00 +0000

I am pretty happy for people when they have a baby. Actually, I am almost always VERY happy when people have a baby. I like babies, I think they are a great addition to a family. The thing that gets me ticked off is when people decide to start trying, successfully get pregnant and carry a baby to term and deliver a healthy baby with no complications before we even get pregnant. I will use Audra as an example because she will never read my blog and her sister is my BFF so she will understand. Oh, I guess about nine months ago (or really 10) Audra was thinking about getting pregnant but was worried that they would have trouble conceiving because of her irregular cycles. So one day she goes to the gyn to voice her concerns and guess what... she's pregnant. AND her delivery was pretty much like out of a dream. Congrats Audra and Nick, I am jealous as hell! But on the bright side (because I always force myself to find a bright side) The thought of a dead-of-winter baby doesn't appeal to me, so I have a nice big window coming up to conceive and have a spring or summer or fall baby. Maybe THAT is what our baby has been waiting for, a temperate birthday!

Speaking of which, since Ivy just turned 3 she went to the dentist for the first time and we had the nicest time. It didn't hurt that he cleaned my teeth when I was a wee one, and it didn't hurt that he sent Ivy home with a glove, a little toothbrush head like the one he used and a DOLLAR! That's right kids, Ivy got her first monetary gift ever, from the dentist.

I just made a super-cute Tutu on the sewing machine and, since Scott is at his high school reunion, I am wavering between popcorn and a chick flick and an early bed time... hmmm

finally a video of the girl swimming!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 02 May 2009 14:47:00 +0000

check it out!

compliments

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 02 May 2009 02:08:00 +0000

Tonight when Ivy was sitting on the potty, she said "I like the white stripes on your shirt!" She said it with such enthusiasm, too. She also pet my arm as I sang to her at nap time today. I asked her who she wanted to sit next to at her birthday dinner, she said " you, I love you so much." (she was stroking my face and nose as she said it) On Tuesday we were crossing the street and when we got to the other side, I told her she could let go of my hand. She said "I want to hold your hand, mom, because i love you so very much!" um, could I get that in writing? She is sweet and wonderful and I am in absolute love with her. We are looking at a summer together as we are taking her out of school at the end of May. I think we are going to be just fine together. We have such great friends and activities at our fingertips I can't imagine we will be bored. I also plan on convincing another certain friend to to a babysitting swap.

I am listening to an episode of "Voices in the family" titled Pressures Facing Girls. Part one of a two part series, I bet you can guess that the next episode is about. It is amazing to listed to people talk about adolescent girls and think that one day Ivy will be dealing with self esteem issues, peer pressure, finding her identity etc. One of the positive things I have gleaned from the program that makes me feel like we are doing a good job is that eating family dinners and spending quality family time is more important than gaining scholastic knowledge or excelling in a sport, or other extracurricular activity. Hot diggity dog, more family time! I also really like the relationships that Ivy is building with her friends' parents. I hope that one day when I am no longer the love of her life, she will have other moms that are maybe not so uncool that she can approach with the questions that she has that she can't ask me.

Long story long... I am feeling much better about Ivy growing up than I ever have before. I no longer want to keep her a toddler, I now can't wait to see who she becomes each and every day. Happy Birthday Ivy! (because let's face it, between the major house cleaning, the first trip to the dentist and the two birthday dinners, I won't have time to wish her a happy birthday on THE day)

in a nutshell

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 12:42:00 +0000

So, obviously we have been pretty busy. Here's with what:

being cute on Water Island

riding in the golf cart with dad

collecting things on the beach

And... SWIMMING

Other things that have been consuming our time have been deciding where to move (Mount Airy), when to move (ASAP), what to do to our house before we put it on the market (lots and lots of little stuff, and a few big jobs) when to have our yard sale (and how much stuff to give away). We have also been planning Ivy's 3rd birthday, planting our flowerbed and pots, organizing paperwork for tax season, catching up on LOST, cleaning the kitchen 3 times a day (UGH) and doing tons and tons of laundry! Oh, and we have been answering the question "why" a lot!

I think that about sums it up. We are off to the zoo, it is a beautiful day.

I heard her little feet walking all around the living room!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:09:00 +0000

Ivy never gets out of bed after she has been tucked in. Well, rarely but she always scampers back. Today I was sitting on the first floor paying bills, facebooking and renewing our zoo membership for a %15 discount and all was quiet in her room. Daylight saving time has been a little rough on us and naps have been happening a little later, but they have been happening. Today her room was quiet because she was not in it! I heard her wandering around the living room looking for me. When I ran upstairs to coax her back to bed I thought maybe we had had an isolated incident of escaping. I was wrong. She is sitting next to me reading a book while I am on hold with the medical billing people and typing. I don't want her to think she is missing anything fun by napping, right? So she has to sit quietly and wait... maybe being in her room will begin to look better to her.

check it out

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:55:00 +0000

I added a link under sites I like, but I wanted to draw your attention to it. Some of you in particular will enjoy it!

http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/

Those pictures I keep promising you!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:08:00 +0000

These are self explanatory, sadly.

So happy to have an easel, does anyone want some paintings? No, seriously, what should I do with them all? I am in the process of tracking down envelopes to mail some to you Auntie, I have had them in a pile since Christmas.

This was our very exciting snow day in Philly! We went to the park with Farrah and made snow angels and covered ourselves in snow as if it were sand at the beach. Then we got cold and came home.

Before I forget

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 17:34:00 +0000

Just picture this for a moment. You are in a giant fabric warehouse in south Philly. The radio is blarin' and every tune is one that you want to sing along to. You are filling up your cart with fabric, some earmarked for specific projects, some just too fun to pass up. Up the stairs walks a 70 something black grandma. She has on high heeled boots, a long coat, a fancy hat and a fantastic grin. She has some errant whiskers sprouting from her chin, but she owns them! She exchanges niceties with the guy at the counter and grabs herself a cart. She actually has to wrestle it from the other carts that are gripping it so tightly. Once on her way she begins to hum and then to sing along to the music. What is playing? SUPERFREAK! It is adorable. We both browsed some more and I took note that she sang along, tapped her feet or even did a little dance to every song. She was so hip and so adorable. Also to complete the picture I aught to ad that she was looking at the fabric in the fake fur section. I had been over there myself marveling at the cow print fur, but at $10 a yard, I couldn't afford to be so frivolous.

Easel!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 22:14:00 +0000

At long last we assembled and erected the easel that Ivy's Mommom got her for Christmas. It is a hit! This is her second afternoon painting. Painting also entails pouring water, mopping it up with some paper towels and singing about pouring water and mopping it up with paper towels. It is an exercise in letting go for me, water spills, painty fingers, a 5 second picture followed by another 5 second painting and another. She is doing well though, and hopefully we will work up to some more stamina so the set-up time/play time ratio evens itself out. And when I was little I would paint and paint until each and every picture was brown, so at least we aren't having that problem!

Pictures to follow.

Snow!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 18:49:00 +0000

We had some real snow, after all my bitching about our crappy weather. It has been lovely, Ivy enjoys walking through the deepest parts whenever we walk somewhere. She is happy to be covered up by the snow as if it were sand on the beach, and she is also just as happy to look at it from the warmth of our home.

Today we finally made it to the Smith Play House. http://www.smithplayhouse.org/index.html I feel like a little old lady when I say that in this day and age, it is such a wonderfully simple place for children and their families to go, for free, to spend the morning. Thanks Mr and Mrs Smith!

I have a pile of laundry to fold. I took a picture of it two days ago, but I can't find my card reader so I will have to post it and some snow pictures when I uncover it. Sometimes my brutal honesty gets me into trouble. I am quite open about how our house is a little out of order, that laundry is always backed up and that cleanliness is next to godliness, in that neither are that important to me. Only recently have I noticed that I might be shocking people with out careless ways. For example, pile of laundry, photographed two days ago and still not folded? A suitcase from our cruise, still unpacked? I don't wash my hands every time I pee? E-gads!

Before I fold said pile, I must put hand lotion on as my hands resemble a 75 year old man who has worked in a wood shop or fish market his whole life. They are dry, cracked, wrinkled and quite unbecoming of such an upstanding lady as myself!

AAHHH

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 21:04:00 +0000

I am so irritated that the precipitation and the temperature in Philadelphia are not at all in line to create snow. Every time it is warm, it rains or is followed by rain or snow that doesn't accumulate. Every time it is freezing, 19 degrees, windy and unpleasant, there isn't a drop of anything coming down. Growing up in the area I can say with certainty that we used to get snow. Feet of snow, several times a year! I don't want to get in to a global warming argument because I feel like it isn't the temperature that is the problem, it is the synchronicity! There are big beautiful fat flakes falling but they aren't sticking because it was 50 degrees yesterday. But don't worry, it will get really cold tonight and everything will be covered with a thick layer of ice for the morning commute! Just a little frustrated, thanks for letting me vent. Cris, I know you would rather have less snow so here are two options... move to Philadelphia or we can run away to the Caribbean every winter for the rest of our lives.

From the mouthes of babes

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 18:25:00 +0000

Ivy has been lying in bed for about an hour talking and singing. If I could remember half of the things that have come out of her mouth I would be thrilled. Much of the humor is found in the intonation which will be hard to portray but I'll try. "come here you!, come back here Nolan!" Nolan is a friend from school, and by friend, I mean someone she talks about but has probably never interacted with. "Mom, we forgot to give me my special juice!" True, we had left her drink from lunch on her dresser, she doesn't usually have a drink in bed, hence the special. And to the tune of Hot Crossed Buns: Mary-Ellen Whitewing, Mary-Ellen Whitewing,one a penny, two a penny, Mary-Ellen Whitewing" Mary-Ellen Whitewing is the name of Granny's chicken. "Where is my other sock? hey, mom, Where on earth is that other sock... (minutes pass) Oh, here it is! Here it is!" self explanatory.

This morning we ran errands and she was a trooper and a half! Four different stores in two hours. The saving grace, I think, was the tiny shopping carts in the wine store. The "why's" were in full effect this morning. Luckily I was feeling like I had pretty good answers about everything from why are there UPS delivery men, to what does a forklift do, to what is that lady wearing to why is she in the elevator with us?

Please Touch

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 19:29:00 +0000

Growing up we went to the please touch museum which we just called the please touch. I guess I didn't realize that I continue to call it that because today at lunch when Ivy got a little pear juice in a cut on her thumb, she wondered if she had gotten that owie at the Please touch, it was cute! We went to said museum this morning with some friends and had a grand time. Ivy could have played with the babies in the hospital all day! She went around checking their diapers, because she wanted to play with a boy one! Once she found her boy (they are anatomically correct) she fed him, changed his clothes, diaper and clothes again, took his temperature and rocked him.

I loved to watch her be so sweet to this small plastic doll but it made me ache. 55% of the women there were pregnant and 45% had infants. I felt old and dull and empty. I don't think I realized it until I got home. I love to take Ivy to places like that, and the zoo and the library, and the supermarket, but inevitably I feel like the rest of the world is procreating like mad and I am being left behind. I just want to stop wondering what I am supposed to be learning from this, or doing to make this happen.

I am surrounded be new life, it is spring up out of every womb I know and I am genuinely happy for my friends but I want to weep, and weep and weep and I can't. I can't for Ivy, I can't because I need to hold it together and I feel like if I admit defeat things will spiral downward and it will be very hard to dig myself out. But at the same time I don't want to be sad. I don't want people to feel weird around me. I don't want people to downplay their joy so as not to offend me. I want a guarantee. I want to do/pay/learn/give/donate/teach/sew SOMETHING and in return, have a baby. Why won't it work that way?

I have to say, though as sad as I am, I am lucky to have the friends that I have. I just feel safe, and cared for and accepted and I am very fortunate about that. You know who you are, and I can't thank you enough for your friendship.

How disappointing!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 18:14:00 +0000

We walked up to the Gallery this morning to redeem a gift card at KB toys before they went out of business. It was a very out of character thing to do which made it kind of fun. We were saddened to read that as of January 1st they were no longer accepting gift cards. wah wahhh! Ivy had already picked out her toy so we felt we should still get it for her. I am pretty sure the small mice who live in the Petshop will be lost under the couch in 24 hours and after she is stricken by sadness at their disappearance, she will forget all about it. Good thing it was only 6 bucks. We got to take the bus home, which is always fun for Ivy but both Scott and I thought we were going to barf because it was so hot and we were riding sideways... or something. Home safe and sound, bellies full of grilled cheese and tomato soup, I am off to nap.

The First Family

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:04:00 +0000

I feel like I can't describe the inauguration more poetically or better than we all have been hearing from millions of Americans and people around the world. I feel like there is nothing that hasn't been said about his presence, our excitement, their relationship, her beauty, his kindhearted and open nature. I love them and I can't wait to watch them grow in the White house. There is a small part of me that is worried that all the responsibility and change will wreck them, I think about the girls and how they will miss their dad, but I think he has done such a good job of explaining to them what he is doing and why that they will understand. I am picturing how often he will be able to come home for dinner and picturing it to be pretty rare, but then what makes them different from millions of other families? I mourn their loss of family dinner too. And deep down inside, I feel like he knows what is really important in parenting and he will find a way to make it happen.

We had a very enlightening book club on Monday night. Having nothing to do with the book, we began to talk about reproductive rights. THERE is a topic that has no right answers! And yet, there we were, like the women on the VIEW, telling our stories, sharing our fears and asking our questions. We have come a long way as far as Women and their bodies are concerned, but God Dammit we have a long-ass way to go! It has been admittedly about 5 years since I have used contraception but did you know that a pharmacist can refuse to fill your contraceptive prescription based on his or her own religious or moral belief? AND they can tell it to you loudly and angrily and it is considered fine and dandy? "I am sorry Lady, I think you are pretty much going straight to hell for not wanting 75 children and as soon as I am done belittling you and exposing you to the other customers, I will put this refill request in with one of our Heathen workers and he'll probably be happy to fill it for you just as soon as he can. Have a blessed day!" Seriously? Yes, seriously!

Sick in bed

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 00:11:00 +0000

The bad news is that I have been in bed all but one hour today. That little cold turned into a very uncomfortable flu with the works, fever of 103, cough, sneezing and sniffling, body aches, one bout of nausea after a few sips of orange juice. The good news is that Ivy got to spend some quality time with her dad. I loved hearing their voices downstairs and imagining their play. She loves him so much but whenever I am in the picture their relationship is on the back burner. Thank goodness for a little illness to give Ivy some good daddy time.