Wednesday, September 30
Saturday, September 26
Yes, I took this from my car window. I am THAT excited! I can't wait for it to open, I drive by the restaurant every day. I just know I am going to get fat from all the pancakes! Now it is going to be even easier on my husband to bride me out of bed!
Friday, September 25
Tawni and I became best friends the summer after 3rd grade. I am not sure how exactly it happened, I guess that is one of the blessings of the innocence of a child. It was my very first summer camp, Tawni’s second. There we sat on a picnic table in the middle of a VERY HOT field, waiting for our cabin number. Tawni and I naturally sat next to each other, considering we were the only two in the 3rd grade. Most of the other girls were one year older, so we clung to each other being the youngest. It was at the moment that we became best friends; like I said, the innocence of a child. There was no comparing lifestyles, interest, deciding if we were compatible together, if we would get along. We were just friends. Period. That summer camp we were inseparable. I do not remember much about Camp Emmanuel; the extreme heat that prevented us from doing anything but swimming, the crafts inside the large mess hall, the “waterslide” made out of a black tarp and a water hose. Nevertheless, I remember that Tawni and I did it all together.
Our friendship lasted like that through the 8th grade. Talking on the phone, giggling about boys, summer camps, youth groups, sleepovers, bike rides (that is another story in itself!) we did it all together. We had our plan; we would be best friends forever, go to college together, be roommates, and become elementary school teachers at the same school. We would always be there for each other.
In the middle 8th grade, my family announced that we would be moving to Sacramento. Tawni and I held each other and cried. We figured this was it; our dreams were suddenly crushed. We promised to write letters, call long distance when we could, and stay best friends. We did not really; one or two letters, here and there. Christmas cards, a couple times we saw each other at youth camp when we happen to be at the same camp at the same time, but we were not as close. Neither of us are good at long distance. I got to my new church and there was no Tawni there for me. Another girl decided to be my best friend, and made me her friend, we were close, but she was no replacement.
My senior year my youth pastor announced that we were not going to the same camp this year. We would be going to do something different. This would have been my sixth year going; I never missed a year. My friends and I BEGGED to get to go. “It’s our final year! We are seniors! We HAVE to go!” Finally, he gave in, and we got to go to camp one last year. Actually, everyone backed out except me. I was the only Senior that went. All my friends and my boyfriend stayed home. It did not matter because when I got there, I saw Tawni. When we were all placed in random groups, Tawni and I were in the same group. We caught up on everything that week! It was as if we had not been apart for those 4 ½ years. We discussed our plans now that we were graduates. Looks like our 3rd grade planning paid off, we were going to the same college, and in fact, our dorm rooms were right across the hall from each other.
After 4 years of college together, many adventures, gossiping, more giggling about boys, some studying, and too many late nights to count, we made it to graduation. Tawni went on to become an elementary school teacher, just like planned. I did not. We still see each other at least once a week. We talk on the phone, giggle about our husbands, go shopping, talk for hours, and remain the Best of Friends. Now that we both have the most adorable little boys, 5 weeks apart, we have even more reason to get together, not that we needed a reason to hang out! I hope that our boys can find the friendship in each other that their mommies have found in each other.
Wednesday night was Tawni's birthday. We all went out to celebrate together. I thought this was the perfect excuse to start my Friendship Fridays up again.
Tawni, Happy Birthday. I cannot believe that after 17 years, we are still as close. I thank God for you and the friendship that we have together. We have been through so much together. From Summer camp, to that terrible bike ride. Being a freshman in college, our weddings, out babies and so many experiences I would not trade for anything. Thank you for being my friend through it all. Love you so much, you are more than my Best Friend, you are like a sister to me. I look forward to the next 17 years as Best Friends!
Thursday, September 24
It served a triple purpose.
1. I bought it for Brendan to wear on the fourth of July - Independence Day
2. My son is Mr. Independent himself. He wants to do things his way, on his time. Don't get in his way! When things don't go his way, it isn't pretty!
3. The biggest reason I bought Brendan this shirt is because his father prides himself on being an Independent (party wise). While we were still dating, Scott changed his party from Republican to In independent. He and Poppy (his Grandfather) have MANY political discussions that Grandma and I tend to stay out of. A few years ago, Poppy called us up to let us know that he had changed from a stark Democrat to INDEPENDENT!
Wednesday, September 23
Tuesday, September 22
This Saturday, September 26th, is the Smithsonian Magazine Museum Day.
Museums always remind me of my family outings, growing up we used to go to museums all the time, especially if they were free! Now if your chance to visit a museum in your area for free! All you need to do is find a museum you want to attend from a list HERE. Then fill out the ADMISSION CARD information to get your admission pass.
Scott will probably want to go to the Japanese American National Museum since his Master Degree was focused on the Japanese Americans. Although we will probably end up going somewhere like the Riverside Metopolitian Museum or the San Bernardino County Museum.
Enjoy your day at a museum! Where will you go?
Saturday, September 19
Scott gives me a hard time for posting so much about Brendan, but I can't help it! I love him so much, he is my life! So as long as you don't mind the million pictures of my Baby boy, I will keep posting!
Now how does this thing work?
Oh No! Brendan! Look out! Daddy's going to get you!
Maybe I'll just go play with the tops instead!
Maybe I want to be like Great-Grandpa instead!
Friday, September 18
I have tried to make things easier on him. I try to get up, shower and get dressed before he gets up so we have more time together, but this morning just wasn't working for me. Finally out of frustration for both of us, I sat down in my closet while looking for a pair of shoes and just held him. He sat on my lap, Monkey and Milk in hand for almost 10 minutes. It was at that time that I realized that everything else could wait, my baby needed me. I need to treasure the time he does want to cuddle and not push him off until it is convenient for me. So there we sat. We sang, we talked, every once in a while he would look up at me with those big blue eyes and give me a kiss. I needed that this morning.
It wasn't until we got to Day Care that we had another major melt-down. (Okay, maybe not that major since I have seen worse, but it was still hard on me.) When we go inside I took away his FP Little People that he had been carrying around. Marion doesn't need one more toy in her house, and it was destined to get lost, so I told my 14 month old that I would leave it in his car seat for when I picked him up. Sounds logical right? Have you ever tried reasoning with a 14 month old? It didn't work. Instead he looked up at me, stuck out that fat bottom lip and those big blue eyes filled with tears. I broke my baby's heart! I kneeled down to say good-bye and he crawled into my lap. This time I really didn't have time to hold him, sing with him and give kisses. I told him I loved him, gave him a kiss and his monkey and left him in the arms of (a very capable) Marion.
What a morning.
I miss my baby.
Wednesday, September 16
Tuesday, September 15
Monday, September 14
The bread was so moist, I could barely spread butter on it! The large pieces of walnuts were the perfect touch! I think I am inspired, I want to try and make pumkin bread this year! Maybe I'll try this recipe from AllRecipes.com .
3 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
2 cups solid pack pumpkin puree
1 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 cups white sugar
2/3 cup water
Grease and flour three 7 x 3 inch pans. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Measure flour, sugar, baking soda, salt, and spices into a large bowl. Stir to blend. Add pumpkin, water, salad oil, eggs, and nuts. Beat until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.
Bake for approximately 1 hour.
Friday, September 11
Thursday, September 10
Scott already had plans for the weekend so it was just me and the baby in the back seat for a drive that seemed to go on forever.... It was then that this comic really hit home. As I am driving, my son is screaming, not just a slightly frustrated yell; Ear piercing, top of the lungs, I'm not happy and I'm going to make you miserable scream! I pass back his cup of juice and he throws it at me. While trying to stay calm, and stay on the road, I reach back to fish on the floor for his cup to make sure it is not spilling and keep it in reach for the next time I desire to have juice thrown at my head. I try for the Cheerios, now all over the floor, one last attempt for the blanket. This too gets thrown, but as I sit in frustration with this terror, he slowly picks the blanket up from the seat next to him when he thinks I'm not watching to hold on his lap.
The stress of the trip slowly went away as he calmed down with the blanket in his lap. As I drive down the 210 freeway, I watch my son slowly drift asleep through the rear-view mirror. I watch him and think to myself, "I love this child so much, how was my life complete without him?"
After only an hour nap, he wakes up while I am sitting in traffic and reminds me that he does not like to sit in the car for that long! Looks like it is time for a McDonald's break!
I think I need one of these signs!
Thursday, September 3
Call me silly, I know, But there he stood in his wide-brimmed hat, his aloha shirt just as you would expect Santa to be dressed on his vacation. I could just imagine him make mental notes in his head of the children he saw below shopping with their mothers. “Naughty”, “Nice” and keep tabs on all of us. Gosh, I sure hope I wasn't naughty when he saw me shopping last week…just in case…
Wednesday, September 2
I'm not sure what was going on, perhaps it was the stillness of the house, perhaps it was the stress from work, but whatever it was, as I was wrapping up the glass bottles my son used to depend upon, tears began to slowly creep down my face.
I no longer sit and cuddle my baby with a bottle before bed, I no longer wake up in the morning cuddling my baby in bed while he had is morning bottle, then drifting back to sleep in my arms. Soon, my baby won't even need a crib and we will be putting him in a toddler bed.
Where did my baby go?
Instead of an evening bottle cuddled in my arms, my son carries around his cup of whole milk while playing with his trucks.
Instead of crying for his bottle in the morning, he is standing in front of his high chair, motioning to get in for breakfast.
Instead of waking up at 5:30 crying for my comfort, he sleeps peacefully until at least 6:30, and then usually plays in his crib until I am ready to get him ready for the day.
My baby is no longer my baby.
I am excited for the possibilities with him, he is learning something new every day. Walking and running all over the house, discovering toilet paper rolls and mommy's make-up. Learning how to climb up and down the couch, step in and out of doorways, run and play in the grass.
Yes, I am sad that I will never get those moments back, but they have been stored in my heart. Instead, I want to focus on experiencing what I have with Brendan now; how he sat on my lap this morning to put on his new shoes, when he shares my frozen yogurt with me, the fun we have splashing in his pool. These are the moments I treasure most.
I wiped away the few tears on my cheek, finished packing away the baby bottles, and put in a movie to break the silence. I love my baby boy. It's like the book "Love you Forever" by Robert Munsch.
Tuesday, September 1
Every Labor day, which usually happens to fall soon after September 1st, we head down to Bakersfield for hunting season. My Father, Uncle, Husband, Cousins, and Brother(s) get up really early to start shooting. The women sleep later, get up and do a little hunting of their own...for sales! I guess I can see where I got my shopping addiction from.
Things have started to change, my "little" brother isn't always able to come down anymore, Brendan tends to not enjoy shopping as much us girls do. This year labor day doesn't fall until September 7th which by that time, most the doves are gone, not prime time for hunting. I'm not sure what this Labor Day weekend has in store for us, but I know things are different. It is hard growing up and watching your family dynamics start to change. Just this afternoon I got a text from my father saying "I converted her. Going Hunting." I have to tell you, this is quite a change from before my mother was the only woman in the house. Poor thing.