Since I’m blogging way in advance in case the baby came sometime last week, this one is to let ya’ll know today is my 11th wedding anniversary. Aron was gunning for having the baby TODAY since it’s also his mom’s birthday, but I was gunning for a different day. We’ll see …
In the meantime, I’ll direct you to this post, which I wrote a year ago about how Aron and I met and which eventually turned into a cool little article in The Kansas City Star.
UPDATE: Today my mom is coming over to watch the kids so Aron and I can go see Sam by ourselves ... that's our date :-) Then to grab some food. The kids' treat is McDonald's for lunch FINALLY since they got scrooged out of it the day Sam was born since I delivered so fast!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Appearances
Just because someone is doing something, it doesn’t mean that’s necessarily what they WANT to be doing, what they LOVE doing. People get so hung up on other people’s choices and attach those choices to who they ARE as a person, which is a big mistake.
For instance, cloth diapers are great for saving money and landfill space. They aren’t an inconvenience to me and I could say good things about them all day long. But I’d rather be using disposables all the time.
And my homeschooling method is such that I use bought stuff, like a Catholic-based program of workbooks and other fun-ish (secular … oh, my!) workbooks. I try to stick with it. But I’d rather try radical unschooling. I’m just afraid of the State. And my husband probably wouldn’t be a fan of something so unstructured and fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants.
Think about these things the next time you visit a friend’s huge, beautifully decorated house that you are jealous of. Maybe she hates it, but her husband wanted it to show off. Maybe she hates all the time it takes to clean it. Maybe she is in debt over having such a large home. Maybe SHE is jealous of YOU because you have a smaller house and you husband doesn’t mind if you have toys strewn all over the stained carpet floor every now and then.
For instance, cloth diapers are great for saving money and landfill space. They aren’t an inconvenience to me and I could say good things about them all day long. But I’d rather be using disposables all the time.
And my homeschooling method is such that I use bought stuff, like a Catholic-based program of workbooks and other fun-ish (secular … oh, my!) workbooks. I try to stick with it. But I’d rather try radical unschooling. I’m just afraid of the State. And my husband probably wouldn’t be a fan of something so unstructured and fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants.
Think about these things the next time you visit a friend’s huge, beautifully decorated house that you are jealous of. Maybe she hates it, but her husband wanted it to show off. Maybe she hates all the time it takes to clean it. Maybe she is in debt over having such a large home. Maybe SHE is jealous of YOU because you have a smaller house and you husband doesn’t mind if you have toys strewn all over the stained carpet floor every now and then.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Samuel is here!!
Hi, this is Tresa writing for Kerrie, who's chained to a hospital bed (picking the lock, as I was talking to her this morning, though), unable to get online to write and say hi.
Samuel flew into the world yesterday morning, and has since been transferred to a different hospital NICU because of meconium aspiration at his birth. As soon as Kerrie is released from the hospital she's at, she will go to spend a week or so with him until he's released also. I talked to her this morning and she says he's a little fighter, already trying to cough out the tubes they have running into him, and she hopes to be able to nurse him in a few days. She's doing well, feeling better after some sleep last night, and will be back soon with pictures and (I hope/request) a birth story.
Welcome to the world, Samuel, and congratulations to Kerrie, Aron, and their family!
Samuel flew into the world yesterday morning, and has since been transferred to a different hospital NICU because of meconium aspiration at his birth. As soon as Kerrie is released from the hospital she's at, she will go to spend a week or so with him until he's released also. I talked to her this morning and she says he's a little fighter, already trying to cough out the tubes they have running into him, and she hopes to be able to nurse him in a few days. She's doing well, feeling better after some sleep last night, and will be back soon with pictures and (I hope/request) a birth story.
Welcome to the world, Samuel, and congratulations to Kerrie, Aron, and their family!
Floam and Moon Sand
We like to provide a service here at The Kerrie Show, so I’ll let you in on what to buy and not to buy your kids, grandkids, whatever for Christmas.
Don’t by Floam. It sucks. It sticks to your carpet. It’s hard to get off your table. It’s like tiny Styrofoam dots in goo. I hate it.
DO BUY Moon Sand. Prepare to lose some along the way, but it vacuums up like a dream and wipes right off the table. Aron says it’s the consistency of what you’d get if you sat and erased stuff all day … it’s like eraser dust that sticks together. But it’s not sticky. Get a set with the blow-up “pool” for it so you can keep it contained.
And don’t worry: I’ll post pix of the new baby as soon as it’s born and as soon as I can make it to a computer with Internet access.
Don’t by Floam. It sucks. It sticks to your carpet. It’s hard to get off your table. It’s like tiny Styrofoam dots in goo. I hate it.
DO BUY Moon Sand. Prepare to lose some along the way, but it vacuums up like a dream and wipes right off the table. Aron says it’s the consistency of what you’d get if you sat and erased stuff all day … it’s like eraser dust that sticks together. But it’s not sticky. Get a set with the blow-up “pool” for it so you can keep it contained.
And don’t worry: I’ll post pix of the new baby as soon as it’s born and as soon as I can make it to a computer with Internet access.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Gurgling Eva (like a babbling brook)
Dangit, sometimes I hate Blogger. I keep trying to upload a video of Eva gargling and cracking up. Wonder if I'd have better luck putting it on YouTube and then linking there? I don't have time for this crap. I have slothful things to do. Don't cry; someday maybe you'll see the video. It's all about exploiting my kids, right?
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