Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Feminine Adventures: I have moved

To any dear friends that still happen to drop by this little blog to see if William finally got a full set of teeth, let me assure you that he has.

And, that I'm blogging again.

I am rather embarrassed to post about my new blog, because, well, I forgot that I hadn't posted about it here. A dear friend said she hadn't seen any new updates and I realized what a mistake I'd made. Whoops! So sorry!

All that to say, after months (or years!) of non-blogging, I decided to start over. I am now blogging on a fairly regular basis at Feminine Adventures.

I would love to have you join me, though I make no promises that I won't simply drop of the face of the blogosphere. Again.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Hill Billy Will

What do you think? With just one big chomper on top, doesn't he look cute? I just had to get some pictures of that sweet goofy little smile before his next tooth came in. :)

Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Day

Hard to believe it's A Day time again! The stadium was packed when we arrived and we hiked to the upper decks.

The view was amazing, but even Big Al looks small at that distance. It took Rosalind a while to spot him, but it was worth the search.

William loved his very first football game. Or at least the fact that he was outside and being held...
...and that big sister fed him lots of cheerios. He needs to work on that weight if he wants to make it onto Bama's football team, you know. Just a couple hundred more pounds. You can do it William!

I can't believe how big he's getting.

For a reason privy only to the elect few at train station head-quarters, this train decided to stop right in the middle of the tracks. The cars piled up but the train didn't budge. We walked to the stadium, so just hiked around.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Fear: swings and slides

After a wonderful trip to Missouri to see family, I got on the computer to upload pictures only to realize that I didn't take a single one with my camera. Oops!

Pictures of Rosalind traipsing around with her Aunt Kathryn or dolled up with her three cousins will have to be left to the imagination.

Newlywed friends hosted us for a delightful lunch on Friday and then we headed back home.

Chick-Fil-A presented itself at the perfect time. We ordered chicken fingers, ate them and an hour and a half later pulled out of the parking lot exhausted. What took so long?

The play place of course.

Fear is a funny thing. It's so random. We tremble at safe things and are brave in the face of actual danger.

I brought Rosalind into the play area. An hour later she came down the slide. The first time. Each step towards the slide brought her closer to the big scary slide. Joshua stood and coached her. At one point, the other kids (all boys) crowded around her. They tried to "rescue" this poor little girl in distress and convince her to be brave. "Look. Watch me. It's not scary." It didn't work.

At long last, Joshua climbed through the kid's hoops and helped her down.

She may be terrified of slides, but get her on a swing and she begs to go higher and higher and higher.
William loves the swing too...especially if big sis is pushing him!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

A Fender Bender

I am not a confident driver.

My future self will be the stereotypical "old lady" driver that annoys young people (They don't annoy me. I just sympathize.) I like the passenger seat.

I would have really liked the passenger seat yesterday, but Joshua is out of town and Rosalind doesn't have her license.

You see, folks down here run red lights all the time. Yellow does not mean slow down.

But I did. I slowed down and even stopped before the light turned red.

And got run into.

I was stunned. William was already screaming, I've been walking around on a sleep high (or would that be low? whatever the one without sleep is) and before I knew it the offending driver vanished down the street.

While I waited for the police to arrive and tried to shake off the shocked feeling, I checked the munchkins. When I asked Rosalind if she was okay, she looked at me for a minute and then pointed to a microscopic bruise on her leg from three days ago. She's fine.

Today as we headed to the library and came to a stoplight, Rosalind asked, "Car run into us now?"

Thankfully not.

Getting hit made me realize how blessed we were. No one was hurt. The damage to the car is (hopefully) minimal. We're alive. We weren't hit today.

Living is an awfully dangerous business (that will inevitably end in death), but we are held in the hand of an all wise God. And that is definitely something to be grateful for!

photo by longnshort

Friday, February 12, 2010

Memory and memories

Playing your first real, bona fide, "I can beat Mommy" game is quite a milestone. Rosalind just reached it. For the last couple weeks, Memory has formed a vital part of our daily routine.

And it's been so fun! Learning the rules took practice, but she's hooked now. Generally, she excels the first round (and does sometimes actually beat me "when I'm playing my hardest") As her attention span wanes with the second round, I win handily. Then we stop. A two year old can only handle so much.

I'm envisioning hours of family fun around a Scrabble board or playing Settlers of Cataan. Someday. For now, I'm loving Memory!

William is cutting his second tooth, but is such a chilled out trooper. At least most of the time. He mastered the art of squeaking yesterday, and regaled me with his happy noise from midnight to one last night. Accompanied by fingers scratching the sheets. (For those unaccustomed to this latter sound, it's frightfully near running your nails across a chalkboard.)

I cut his fingernails tonight.

They grow up way to fast! Enjoy each moment--even the squeaky ones!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Proud owners of a "new" van...

...which we have never seen!

Here's a picture. Isn't it cute? I can still hardly believe that we have a van. It all happened so quickly.

I woke up Monday morning with van shopping in the distant future. By Tuesday afternoon, the title was signed.

My not-so-little little brother Philip was searching Craigslist for a car for my less-little brother Erik, when he stumbled upon this well maintained '98 Toyota Sienna for $2000. That is a lot less than what they normally sell for, so he told my Mom, who called me, who waited for Josh to get home from school so she could tell him.

We were contemplating purchasing a bigger vehicle when William was born (Honda Civics aren't exactly family cars) but didn't have the money to do so and decided just to make it work.

Since then we'd been slowly setting aside money from Christmas gifts and various unexpected sources of income towards a van. We hoped to have enough by the time God blesses us with another child. [I'm convinced that three car seats will not fit in a two-door Civic, and Joshua does not want to part with it until it dies...even then, we might keep it just for memory's sake. ;)]

Anyway, we had a decent amount set aside, but weren't there yet. I thought we might be able to make it work, but could not decide if we should just wait. After several agonizing hours of talking and praying and thinking about it (and still not knowing what to do), my Mom called saying that the decision wasn't ours anymore. They and Joshua's parents were going to pitch in the rest for us. I was shocked and overwhelmed and so excited!

Within three hours, the title was signed and now I'm eagerly waiting to actually get to see and drive our very own van. :) I can still hardly believe it.

Thank you so much!

*Joshua is picking it up in two weeks.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Stream of Consciousness

or Incredibly Random Ramblings

I love shopping in the South. My first friend in Tuscaloosa was a cashier at Walgreens. We had just moved. Rosalind and I were finishing up our shopping trip when sheets of rain and pangs of homesickness hit simultaneously. The rain was coming down so hard we were forced to pace the aisles.

And then we met Brenda. She caught Rosalind's attention and her little eyes vanished in a smile. They played peek-a-boo around a big half-unpacked box and then we got talking. Since then, I've planned my Walgreen's trips for the morning, when she works.

But it's not just a single cashier that makes shopping enjoyable. Only the staff of the south side Wal-mart blot the general friendliness of my fellow shoppers.

Older men offer to help you load the trunk ("seeing as you have your hands full") and you know they're being gentlemen, not creeps. They leave with admonitions to "enjoy each day. Mine are in college."

The only thing I missed (shopping-wise) was Aldi. It only just dawned on me that there's one between here and Birmingham. If Google's directions had been accurate it wouldn't have taken more than forty minutes to get there. As it was...well. I got thoroughly acquainted with many streets that didn't house an Aldi.

When I finally found it, I went a bit overboard. But apples and oranges for 33 cents a pound and (deliciously sweet and juicy) pineapple for a dollar were too good not to fill up the cart with. By the time I pushed the 150 pound cart to the car (not to mention the twenty pound baby) and unloaded it, I wanted a chiropractor.

To continue the randomness (for anyone who happens to still be reading) I decided that reading about the health benefits of sourdough from half a dozen different sources in a month was enough encouragement to actually try it.

The starter bubbled and grew and smells delightful. It's been almost a month and I still haven't killed it, though I've yet to find a bread recipe I adore. Sourdough pancakes though? They're worth making a starter for!

It has been said (about law school, not sourdough starter) that "the first year they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death and the third year they bore you to death." So far, the second year prognostication is true. (I wouldn't mind him being bored next year.) He is going with a team next weekend for a Trial Ad competition. At this point, I'm rooting for them... to loose. :)

Actually, the ideal would be for them to go all the way to the finals of these rounds, do so well that everyone is convinced they should have won, and, due to marked favoritism, place third....thus avoiding another month and a half of around the clock practice. I think that's asking for too much.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I'm a big boy

Guess what! I have my very first tooth. I was such a big boy and hardly fussed about it at all. If I hadn't drooled on ten bibs a day, Mommy would have been even more surprised. Can you see it? It's so exciting to be big now. Mommy even let me have some yogurt--I think it's very yummy. Do you like yogurt?

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Who's the chubbiest of them all?

William was lying on the floor cooing while I put away laundry. Next thing I knew Rosalind had lined him up with her dollies. It looks like they're the finalist in a "cuteness" contest. I think he wins both the "chubbiest" and "cutest" contest--hands down! What do you think?

Rosalind received this adorable little kitchen for Christmas. It's a good thing the cookies she serves us are calorie free--otherwise Josh and I would have put on quite a few pounds! If she makes real cookies one tenth as often someday, her husband will be quite happy. :)

William graduated to the high chair. We managed to squeeze another chair at the table for Rosalind. It's a really good thing her cookies are calorie free!