Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Happy Easter and No Need for Pink Sponge Rollers Here.

Did you have an amazing Easter?
We did.
Our families do it up big at Easter.
So big, in fact, that we rent a hall so that we have
enough room to contain it all.
Despite all the big doing up, Easter is the most
relaxed holiday for me.
Why?
Because 10 years ago my mom and Shawn’s mom put their heads together and decided to have one collective celebration for both of our families.  Unlike other holidays, we go to just this one party and don’t have to constantly check our watches to make sure that we leave on time to make it to the next.  Everyone that we want to visit is already right there!
Over the years, the party has grown to include extended family, extended extended family, friends, co-workers, their extended families and pretty much anyone that catches wind of the party.  It’s a free for all, really.  No one is a stranger when it comes to celebrating Easter with us. 

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This little girl got more than her weight in
candy in her basket this year. 
Look at her, all laid back and relaxed. 
She has no idea that I plan on eating her chocolate
while she naps this week.

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When I was little, my mom always made my sister and me sleep in those pink sponge rollers the night before Easter so that we would have springy ringlets the next day.  I always thought that if I ever had a little girl, I would do the same.

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As it turns out, I don’t need to. 
These hair she was born with does the job all on its own.

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die."  John 11:25-26

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Cure For What Ails Ya

This poor girl.

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We’ve been so fortunate to have only a few minor bouts of illness in her little 3 year life. 
(Last Christmas was the worst, however.)

I knew something was wrong this week when she didn’t ask for her morning milk and banana and by 10AM she was on the couch asleep.  Not normal for a milk-and-banana-loving-2:00-on-the-nose-napping girl.

She was feverish and kept saying that her neck hurt.  I asked her to show me where and she opened her mouth, pointed inside and said, “My neck hurts on the inside.”
Ah, a round about description.  Her throat.

Off to the doctor’s office we went.  We didn’t get to see our regular doc, and they didn’t ask Hannah to wear one of these.

The verdict: strep throat.
This is a new one for Hannah, but I remember having it as a kid.
I knew how miserable my little girl must have felt. 
But, as always, she was a trooper. 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she told the nurse on our way out.

The sweet doc told me that it was quite contagious and I’d probably already been exposed to it.  She peeked at my throat, nose and ears and gave me a prescription as well. 
A preemptive strike, if you will.

After the meds kicked in, a bit of time on the couch, and homemade chicken noodle soup from my mom, Hannah is back in the saddle, so to speak.

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Stunts and all.

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Deep In The Heart of Texas: A Photo Overload

The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas.

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The prairie sky is wide and high
Deep in the heart of Texas.

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The sage in bloom is like perfume
Deep in the heart of Texas.

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Reminds me of the one I love
Deep in the heart of Texas.

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The cowboys cry “ki-yip-ee-eye”
Deep in the heart of Texas.

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If you know us in real life or you read my blog, you know that Shawn travels a lot for his job.  And on occasion, Hannah and I get to join him. 
 
Now, I’m not much of a country girl, but somehow I ended up with one for a daughter.  She is all country.  She loves horses and cowboys and lassos and bandanas.  We spend many afternoons looking on Google Images for saddles and spurs.
It’s possible that she will wear cowgirl boots with her wedding dress someday.

So, heading to San Antonio was right up our alley.  Hannah and I flew down and met up with Shawn just as he was wrapping things up at the International Petrochemical Conference. 
Don’t be jealous.
He did get a pretty cool swag bag.
Ok, it wasn’t that cool.
Unless you’re an engineer.

Whatevs.

During our flight take off, Hannah giggled, squealed and shouted, “Weeee!  This is fun!”  Ah, to be 3 years old…
She slept for about 2 hours on the plane, which was perfect, because we flew during her normal nap time. 
She woke up when we landed.
”Are we at Texas?”
I told her we were here.
”I wanna go in!” 

So, in we went…

We started off at the Riverwalk where I got to meet Julie.  
And, oh my, it is beautiful there. 
‘Tis a wee bit of heaven, the Riverwalk.

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She makes friends with animals everywhere we go.

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We spent a 97 degree day at Sea World.   
I wasn’t sure our Northern blood would withstand the shock. 

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Shawn and I love visiting historical sites
because, well, we’re history nerds. 
So far, Hannah hasn’t shown herself to be a history nerd. 
In fact, it appears that she is too cool for The Alamo.

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The highlight of the trip was spending the day at a dude ranch in Bandero, Texas.  It’s the cowboy capital of the world, y’all. 
(I know.  I can’t pull off a “y’all,” but saying “you guys” in a post about Texas just seemed wrong somehow.) 
Anyways, Hannah got to ride a beautiful horse named Bandit and she loved every minute of it. 
I think she would have stayed up there all day. 

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She became instant friends with the wrangler and was tickled that her cowgirl boots got dirty and dusty,
just like the real cowgirl.

We did other cool stuff, too.
Like climbing this here dinosaur.

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Then we went down into a cave 180 feet below the ground.  When the tour guide said that there was 99% humidity down there, I knew we’d be wearing pony tails before we resurfaced.  We have the kind of hair that goes totally 80’s when hit with humidity and moisture.

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What else did we do?
We floated along a lazy river,

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buried ourselves in the sand,

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and under the pillows.

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I’m so glad our little girl likes to travel as much as we do.
I love seeing her experience new places.
And I love experiencing new places with her.
We loved Texas and I have a feeling we will be back. 
But, it sure feels good to be home.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

A Little Bit of Nothing, A Lot of Love and Logic

This week has been full of recovering from our mini vacay, downloading and organizing photos and spring cleaning.  I’m on a serious spring cleaning kick, yo.  There’s nothing like the smell of Murphy’s Oil Soap and having windows open.  Well, the windows won’t be open for a while, but the Murphy’s Oil Soap?  It’s like comfort food in the form of cleanliness.  And to me, cleanliness is next to Godliness.

I started with our closet, master bath and linen closet.  Every year, I set my hot pink and black Caboodles in the “get rid of” pile, but every year, I end up putting it back into the closet.  I’ve had it since grade school, so I guess it’s vintage.  And I can’t part with it. 

Before we went on our little trip, I pulled out some of Hannah’s clothes from last summer and surprisingly, a lot of her 2T clothing still fits.  I’m happy that we’ll get some more wear out of them.  She’s such a peanut.

We also wrapped up our swimming class this week, and signed up for the next one.  Hannah has graduated from an Inia to a Perch.  She got a certificate and everything.  I’m so proud.  But I still don’t know what an Inia is.

Shawn’s mom gave Hannah a tiny turtle figurine.  I asked her what we should call him.
 
“You have two choices.  You can call him Weensy because he’s so small or you can call him Bummer.”

“Why Bummer?”

“Cuz you like that name.  You always say, ‘What a bummer!’ ”

Clearly, we’re both catching on to the Parenting with Love and Logic techniques.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Blog Friend Turned Real Life Friend

I’ve had this little blog for just over a year now.  But I’ve been reading other peoples’ blogs for much longer than that.  One of them belongs to a sweet girl from Texas named Julie.

Over the last couple of years, I have gotten to “know” Julie, her husband and her four boys through reading her blog. 
We’ve left comments for each other. 
We’ve emailed. 
We’ve chatted IM style. 
We’re even friends on Facebook.
And now, she’s the first blog friend that I’ve met in real life.

We met up at the San Antonio Riverwalk and I recognized Julie right away.  She welcomed us to her town with hugs and gifts.

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Shawn took Hannah back to the hotel for a nap and Julie and I went in search of Mexican food.  We found a cute little place on the river and sat down outside.  Yes, outside.  In March. 
A big treat for us Northern folk. 

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I’m not gonna lie. 
I was a little nervous about meeting someone in real life
that I had only known in blogland.

What if she likes me on my blog more than in person?
What if she thinks my blog persona is different than real life? 
What if my hair freaks out in this Texas climate?
(I just never know what it’s gonna do.)

We talked and talked over lunch.  “Now, don’t go all HR on her and ask a ton of exhausting questions,” I kept telling myself. 

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It was like hanging with a friend I’ve known for a long time, really. 
So we did what girlfriends do.  We ate Mexican, talked about our husbands and kids, and went to the drug store to buy razors because I had forgotten to pack one in my suitcase.  
  
I didn’t take one picture.  I left that to Julie because she’s got a wildly amazing camera, a lens the size of Texas, and talent to go with it.

Thanks, Julie for the warm welcome, the gifts and the ride back to the hotel!  You are just as funny and adorable in person as on your blog.  You’re my kind of girl!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Aaand We’re Back

We’re back from a little mini vacay.
Shawn was traveling for work so Hannah and I hopped on a flight (or two) and met up with him.

He was attending the International Petrochemical
Conference in San Antonio.

I’d never been to San Antonio.  Or Texas, for that matter.

Have you ever suddenly realized that you’ve
totally been missing out on something?
That’s how I feel about The Lone Star State.
(But not so much the International Petrochemical Conference.)

And that scarf that I’m wearing in the above photo? 
Turns out that it makes a comfy little blanket for an in-flight nap.

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