Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Eighteen or Nineteen years ago, I made a choice to love a little boy unconditionally. About four days ago, I saw for the first time the truly grown up man that he has become. I saw a man in a suit, about to pledge his life and love to a beautiful girl. I saw his jaw clench as he waited for her to walk down the aisle, through the pastor's speech, and the vows. I saw the hope and the promise of young and impetuous love. I saw the passion of youth. I saw a new life being born, a twain life of two lovers, best friends, husband and wife, and eventually mother and father. In the breath of a moment, I saw jokes, fights, births, joys, losses, closeness, and distance. I saw the birth of a lifetime which will overshadow their childhoods, their adolescence, and their young adulthood. I saw the potential of anything and everything, the world at two people's feet, and the ability to make dreams come true and bring wonderful people into the world. God bless you, Daniel and Hannah.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Him: Mom, can boys have babies?
Him: Oh GOOOD. WHEW.
Him: Cuz I don't wanna have a baby when I grow up
It just tickled me so much that I kept laughing because I kept thinking about him worrying about it all day, biding his time until he could ask me.
Today the topic was boobs. He was asking me why the body that I use to take pictures of my necklaces has boobs. I told him to make the shirts fit right and he said, "But you don't have boobs..." I said, "Why yes I do!" Then he commented that he sure hoped he never got them. I told him no way would he ever get them, he's a boy. I could tell this news was quite a relief. Then he pulls his shirt up and points to his nips and says, "Then what do you call these?" I told him the typical, "Those are markers of where you would have boobies if you got them." Then he said, "Do you have these underneath your boobies?" I told him I used to have those, and they turned into boobs. He had no more questions after that, he seemed satisfied
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
This little jokester really got us tonight. I really beieved that he had found a stale brownie under the couch with dog hair and leggos stuck to it and had eaten it. You can't trust these little boys!
Friday, August 15, 2008
I picked out an iridescent green polish for my nails, and Abby picked out an iridescent blue and had a tiny flower done on one finger of each hand. After the manicure was done, I was sitting by Ethan and he said, "Hey, let me see your nails." I obliged, and his comment was, "Greeeeeeen???!!! *giggle giggle* What kind of mom ARE you?!" more giggles....
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Perennial mischievous glint in her sparkly blue eyes.
Likes to wear her Cowgirl boots.
Walks with decided purposeful bounce.
Not going to let you down easy.
Sticks her tongue out at you when no one's looking.
Will chew as many pieces of bubble gum as she can get in her mouth.
She doesn't have little feet, she has big feet.
She was once the youngest, but is no longer.
She could hang with the biggest and work the longest.
She'll starve out for ice cream and the dogs know to lay by her chair.
If she's on your side, she always will be.
Her loyalty and sense of fairness go before her.
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Friday, August 8, 2008
In February of 1987, my mother was pregnant with (according to her doctor) either "a great big boy or tiny twin girls." The baby/ies was due in the latter part of February. (Forgive me for having forgotten exact dates as I was only 9.5 years old at the time.) Dr. Kerr told Mom not to worry, in either case, she had already given birth to 3 good-sized babies, and he wasn't the least bit worried that she could deliver an even bigger baby or twins.
Mom started going in and out of labor and made a few trips to the hospital only for labour to peter out and quit. She was completely exhausted and ready for the ordeal to be over with when on or around the 4th of March, she finally went into labour for the last time and the doctor decided that she was really not going to get this baby out.
On the 5th of March, 1987, Daniel Lupton Herbert joined us in this world by way of C-section, weighing in at a whopping 11 lbs., 5 oz, there was no question why Mom was unsuccessful in her many VALIANT attempts at extricating my brother.
We other children were not allowed to see Mom and baby in the hospital, though I clearly recall creeping around the outside of the building and peering in through the window, to no avail, as I have always been "smallish."
The first time I saw my Golden Boy, they brought him out of the front door of the hospital and strapped him into the car seat next to me. His head was covered with light coppery golden curls, and he looked to be 3 months old, with rolls of pinchy baby fat curling out under his chin and and arms. It was a warm, sunny day and the light caught in his golden hair and charmed me to the core.
From that very first day, he was my little charge. I hauled him around everywhere I went, even when I broke my arm. He's all grown up now, serving in Iraq, but his hair is still golden, and I can still see him clearly as he was on the day we brought him home.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Towards the end of this adventure, the melt down had begun with the littlest one, so there was a feeling of frenzy to get back to home base. Lo and behold, there was a train, parked, or nearly parked across the "short cut" to get back to the house. So we do a U and zoom down to the nearest crossing, and we have about 30 seconds to cross the tracks, but this car in front of us seemed rooted to the spot. The cacophony of screams whines and cries was nearing a crescendo when Sis says, "WHY WON'T SHE MOVE??" and I say, "Because she's a TURD!!" The following exchange could be heard above the din between Abby and her cousin:
Abby: "Hee hee, did you hear my mom say 'turd?'"
Eden: "What is a turd?"
Abby: "It's a tiny green slimy thing that comes out of a frog's butt. At least that's what my Uncy Duncy says. Personally, I think it's just little pooplets."
Alas, all of the young innocent children in the minivan are now somewhat versed in the "ins and outs" of life. Bwah.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Hotmail aside, my computer also crashed. My new Moto-Q crashed. Maybe I played a little too much "bubble breaker." Who knows? And the latest? This is a new one. Sprint turned off my phone number today. Yeah. They TURNED OFF MY PHONE NUMBER. I've had this phone number 5 or 6 years, and today, they decided to turn it off.
So, this age is supposed to be so convenient. I'm thinking it might just be easier to move to the Arctic Circle, forget about cell phones, the Internet, computers, e-mail, and get back to nature? nah. ha.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
During the time that I had off running I did many things such as be lazy, get out of shape, and also have started a new store online: http://hyenacart.com/Who/index.php?c=0&p=32819 as a means to sell my creations. I had no idea how much time it consumed to create a website, and at the same time try to make things to sell! WOW, just a perfect running diversion, if you ask me. But it's been a ton of fun. :)
Thank goodness school is almost over. Just watch, in August I will be saying, "Geez, I can't wait for school to start."
In three short weeks, I'll be headed to Denver for three short weeks. It's awesome that the kids are old enough to go and enjoy a trip like this as well as actually go do some sight seeing without any bottles, bare boobage, milky shirts, diapers, pee pee pants, multiple mad rushes to the bathroom, the dismal discovery of NO EXTRA CLOTHES, sleep deprivation, the list goes on. The new list includes: deceitfulness, blatant disobedience, sullenness, self pity fits, refusal to eat what's in front of them, you get the picture. Hmmm. It just doesn't seem fair to list someones faults without posting a picture so you can see how beautiful they are and trust me to say that they are wonderful kind-hearted PEOPLE too. ;)
My kids. :)