Crazy Lazy

Wow! After putting in a full week of realigning curriculum to match our new state adoption, my brain is on overload.

My fingers hurt, my wrists hurts, my lower back hurts...all from being hunched over a laptop furiously typing at speeds that would make your wig fly off your head. I guess piano lessons paid off.

Tomorrow, I am home with my kid. We shall being doing this....

and maybe a little online shopping...who knows?



Praise the Lord and pass the biscuits.

Adventures in Parenting: Chapter 2, Bodily Functions

In order to truly appreciate the ramifications of today's post, take a moment to read this one first.

Now on to the #1 topic at hand, or should I say, the #2 topic.

You would think I would have learned by now...'cause after all I'm an educated person with 2 pieces of paper hanging on my office wall in frames that cost more than my college tuition. I thought I had a brain cell or 2 to rub together, but apparently, I don't.

I don't learn from my mistakes at times. It's probably because in the back of my sad little mind I am thinking, "Well surely it wouldn't happen again...would it? That was just a one-time thing...right?

This evening, Sydney and I enjoyed a bubble bath. Emerging from the bath squeaky clean and smelling like a field of lavender, we began our evening ritual...jammies, night cap of moo juice, and story time.

Sydney was sitting on her towel in her room on her foam puzzle tiles reading a book. She was peaceful, quiet, and reveling in all of her beauty, just the way God made her... while I gathered up the night time lotion and P.J.'s.

I sat down in the rocking chair and for reasons I still cannot explain, decided to give Chris a quick call to see when he would be coming home. I normally do not dilly dally when Sydney is in an unclothed state, but after all she WAS sitting on her towel, on the foam tiles, and by golly, she was happy that way.

Within a matter of seconds into my phone call, I looked down and Sydney was NOT on her towel, NOT on the foam tiles, and was NO longer squeaky clean, and smelled like the FARTHEST thing from a field of lavender. Covering her body, hands, feet, toys, book, and Berber was the biggest mess I had ever seen. I will leave it at that and spare you the description.

I told Chris, "I gotta go. I gotta go RIGHT now. I don't have time to explain why, but I gotta LET YOU GO right NOW!!"

I grabbed my poo covered girl and went right back to the bath tub and then she grabbed me and proceeded to "wipe" off the excess. Bath # 2 was under way, for both of us.

Clean up was treacherous, but I survived. I think I have finally learned my lesson about babies who are unclad. I hope...

My now super clean baby can go from darling to disgusting in 8 seconds flat. Believe me. Take this advice seriously. It is not something to play with. An undiapered child is a dangerous child.

And the people said, "Amen."

Perro de Agua

No, your eyes are not deceiving you.

Yes, that is a Jack Russell terrier standing in a bubbling "water feature."

No, I don't know how she got up there, nor do I understand the purpose for her to be in the the lovely lady's cement bowl of refreshing waters...

Yes, she is standing with pride as she surveys her domain, otherwise known as my parents' front yard.

No, I don't know what in the world she is looking at, but apparently she needed a bit more height to be able to view this lofty object.

Yes, this dog LOVES water and will claw her way into the bathroom if she hears you drawing a bath.

No, I can't imagine why my parents drove to Louisiana to purchase this "particular" dog after the death of their beloved fox terrier Trixie...Doggy withdrawals must have driven them to it.

Yes, my dad has ALWAYS wanted a dog like the one on Frasier, you know the trained animal who appears to be well-behaved, well-balanced, and genuinely comical.

No, Rags is not well-behaved or well-balanced, but is definitely comical...and psychotic, neurotic, and any other words that end in "otic."

Yes, my parents love this dog dearly even though she has destroyed numerous valuable objects in their home and yard...including 4 binkies, 2 sippy cups, and 2 rubber plastic labels that I paid $14.00 for online.

No, I don't know how many pairs of VERY expensive glasses Rags will eat before they decide enough is enough, oh, and by the way, we are up to 3 pairs of VERY expensive glasses that have had to be replaced.

Yes, Ragsamuffin is a part of the Bishop clan, is in love with Sydney, and is here to stay...Lord help us all.

Sydney Sundays

My child loves Sundays. Sunday is like "Funday" to this little girl. She wakes up on Sunday and she knows that it is not like any other day. She knows that she will not be forced to take a morning nap and that she gets to have all the snacks she wants to keep her satisfied till service is over...She knows...

She loves to go to church. She loves the music, she loves the activity, she loves to see all the people. She loves the nursery and the sweet ladies that play with her in the nursery. She likes the fact that sometimes she gets them all to herself!

Here the church lady is in her Sunday finest being the Lone Ranger in the nursery...having free reign to play with any toys she so desires..

 My folks REALLY need to get me one these...The ones I have are WAY too small.

THIS is my best side...and don't be hatin on the matching bows on my socks 'cause that's how I roll.

After church, we grab a bite and she sometimes gets to go to Mawmaw and Pawpaw's to play.

This weekend, we took her to try out Rags' new swimming pool.

Rags is my mom and dad's demon-possessed, neurotic, emotionally disturbed, and mentally-retarded Jack Russell terrier...and I'm being kind. She deserves a post all by herself.

Just today she ate a tube of Desitin, but more on that later.

 Syd LOVED Rags' waterin' hole.

 Love the way this pic looks like it was taken at least 20 years ago..

Here is a soaked Rags who was recently hosed down after digging a huge mud hole next to the patio because she can. She goes nuts when you turn the hose on...not like "what a cute dog!" nuts, but "oh my gracious, that dog has issues" nuts. It's a sight to behold.

National Infertility Awareness Week

If you are struggling with infertility, I feel your pain in the most sincere way. I've been there. I've walked that lonely path of despair. I've felt useless and blemished, deformed and desolate, hopeless and heartbroken.

If you are wondering if God has forgotten your heart-felt, screaming, crying, groaning, prayers for a child, he hasn't...I can assure you.

Let me recommend the BEST faith-based book on the subject of infertility.

Hannah's Hope












You are not going to believe this, but I bought this book and read it all in one night.

And then the next day, I found out I was pregnant.

I'm glad there is a week of recognition for those who struggle with infertility and I love the fact that it occurs a few weeks before Mother's Day. This is a parent centered holiday which is excruciatingly painful for those who struggle to conceive.

Please take the time to read my post, "Miraculous" if you have not done so already. I guarantee that you will never be the same after learning about my journey with infertility and how my all-powerful and all-sufficient God made me a mother in His own timing and in His own plan.

Don't give up, my friend. DON'T GIVE UP!

Communication Grade: D-

I just realized that my husband and I sat down to dinner (a lovely salad I prepared) and the entire time we are eating with one hand and texting with the other.

So, we are having 2 different conversations with 2 other people instead of talking to each other. And this went on during the entire meal. This is what it sounded like:

*tap, tap, tippety, tap* SEND Crunch, crunch...*beep bop* ...chuckle, chuckle... *tap, tippety, tip tap* SEND

Are we so wrapped up in our technology that we can't even put down the blasted cell phones for one blasted minute so we can have a few words of meaningful, blasted conversation?

I think we talk more on the phone during the day than we do at home. Seriously.

I say this while he is on one laptop and I am on the other. Well, at least we're in the same room...doesn't that count for something?

Rarity

 

It has come to my attention that I have a total of 6 pictures taken with my child.

6 pictures, I tell ya.

I have 2,000 + of Sydney playing with toys and her daddy, but only 6 taken WITH ME...

So, I offer you a rare glimpse of a recent picture of Sydney and ME.

I guess this makes # 7.

Why do I only have 7 pictures taken with my child when my husband is a talented photographer and I have a really nice expensive camera?

A good question.

The look on her face is one of joy, by the way, not the look of, "For Pete's sake woman, why don't you put me down?! Daddy is right there and he needs me to play with him right now, so just put me DOWN!"