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Yes. Yes. Yes.

My parents and brother gave me a Bible for my 29th birthday. It is side by side New International Version and The Message. I read this today and it was amazing! Matthew 5:1-12 (New International Version) The Beatitudes 1Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2and he began to teach them saying: 3"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 4Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. 5Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. 6Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. 7Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. 8Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. 9Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God. 10Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 11"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of

White and Nerdy

Yardboy helped me put the video of his theme song on my blog. Thanks.

The Ballet

Last night Yardboy and I took Tater to the ballet. My dear friend gave her a kid membership to our local ballet company. Tater's ticket was free and we got our tickets at a discounted price. Thanks W. Tater was so excited. She got to wear her new dress, shoes, socks, and hair bows. She really enjoyed getting all dressed up. I pulled her hair up and she pranced around asking, "How do I look." When we told her that she looked great she said, "Gracias." We forgot to say "De Nada" sot she reminded us. Grammy came over and cared for Little Man while we were out. Thanks, Mom. We sat in the very middle of the front row, so nothing obstructed Tater's view. I am pretty sure she flashed the musicians in the pit a few times. We had a great time. I think this experience has really peaked Tater's interest in ballet class. We are looking forward to seeing The Nutcracker with W and her family this December.

No More Spots

Little Man is feeling so much better! All of his spots are gone and he is a much happier camper. Whew, one more childhood illness out of the way. His tests all came back normal. We have to repeat the CBC in one month, but I didn't ask why. He goes back to the doctor for his 18 month checkup in November.

Poor Little Man

Little Man's last few days have been rough. Friday I took him to the doctor for his 15 month checkup. Dr. M said that he looks wonderfully healthy and is developing normally. He is just really small, below the 3rd percentile for weight and height, as he has been for quite some time now. He weighs 17 pounds 5 ounces. After taking Tater's lunch to preschool and paying for her to stay late, Little Man and I went to get blood drawn and have a bone age x-ray done. He was so brave! The lab tech that drew his blood was a pro, and she was so nice. Little Man didn't even flinch. Thanks for praying, everyone. We had to wait FOREVER in the radiologist's office. Thank goodness they have a great kids' play area. Little Man did a great job for that too. On the way back to pick up Tater, Little Man crashed for a nice long car nap. Such hard work. Our evening was pretty uneventful. We played, ate dinner, took a bath, and went to bed. In the wee hours of Saturday morning Little Man

Duhhhhh

I have been sitting here for 30 minutes and I can't think of anything intelligent to say. This is pretty sad. Writer's block already. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

A Great Gift

Yardboy can be so sweet sometimes. Sunday, while I was taking a nap, he ordered something online. Aparently it was pretty hard to find item. When I woke up, he informed me that I was not allowed to check the mail this week. He said that he ordered a Christmas present for me. What? I can't peek? Okay. I didn't peek, but I wanted to. It arrived yesterday and he couldn't wait to give it to me. Yea! What's this? A DVD? We saw the movie in August 1999 while we were in Bar Harbor, Maine. Three Seasons, a film by Tony Bui, is the first American film to be made in Vietnam since Bill Clinton lifted the embargo. It is complete with subtitles. :) This is what the back of the DVD box says: "In the early hours of the New Vietnam, four strangers in Saigon find themselves suddenly expatriates in their own country, passed over by the "improvements" of Western progress. As the hauntingly beautiful old city of Saigon fades inth the shadows of neon lights, Coca Cola signs,

The Miscarriage

My dear friend K took care of Tater while we were in the OB/Gyn office. Yardboy and I were shaken, scared, and heartbroken. I can still hear the horrible words of the midwife that did my ultrasound, "That's an empty uterus, that's an empty uterus." She was so cold. I didn't get any pictures--it was too late. My body got rid of everything on its own. I was five or six weeks along when I miscarried, at least the time I knew about. I wonder if I've lost more pregnancies than that one. When I have cycles, they are very irregular and very far apart. I know I have issues with progesterone. That makes me wonder if those irregularities were miscarriages due to low hormone levels. I guess I will never know, at least not before I go to heaven. I had mixed feelings about my miscarriage. I was sad, of course. I felt like I lost a baby, but mostly I felt like I lost the potential of a baby. I even felt like I had no right to be sad. After all, it was still so early. The we

Fire Drill

You won't believe what Little Man did to me Friday morning! I walked Tater into her preschool class, just as I do every morning. As usual, Little Man was on my left hip, so my right hand was free to sign papers, unzip the Pepto pink backpack, toss the food into the snack basket, wipe a face one more time, or whatever. I slid the sign in clipboard over close to the wall, so Little Man and I would be out of the way. I didn't want to disturb anyone. I finished the last letter of my name just as it happened. BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK... I turned to see where the awful noise was coming from. It was the fire alarm. Little Man pulled the fire alarm! Oh my God! Make it stop, make it stop! I quickly learned that you can't make it stop without a key. Crap! Then I looked around to see that people were pouring out of the classrooms. They were looking at me and I was touching the stupid alarm. They thought I did it! Oh no! That is when I totally bailed on Li

My First Post! Woo Hoo!

Fuzzball Chronicles? I'm not talking lint. I'm talking hair. Shoulder length, dark blond, moderately curly, and very frizzy. Since middle school I have been fighting with my do. To make it worse, I live in the South. I have a flat iron that gets used every six months or so. If I decide to straighten, it will rain. Poof. These days I am trying to embrace my curls. It is just too much trouble to try to make my hair be something it isn't. Mousse and gel are my friends, as well as any product that is described using these words: moisturizing, anti-frizz, smoothing, dry, damaged, unruly... For anyone struggling with tresses that twirl, I highly recommend the book Curly Girl, by Lorraine Massey. It changed my life!