What happened to me? I wonder if I am just bored of blogging but I don't seem to care about posting anything. Hmmn. Weird.
Christmas was great.
Life is good.
What else is there to say?
If by chance someone in the blogosphere revolts to me dropping out entirely, leave a question for me to answer. That could be fun.
Scott - Julie - Kate
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Best Compliment EVER!
While decorating for Christmas tonight...
Kate: Mommy, you make the whole place sparkle with love glitter!
Kate: Mommy, you make the whole place sparkle with love glitter!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
China...
I came down to be with Scott and Kate in between football games. They were watching Disney's Jessie. I had never seen the show so Scott, believe it, was explaining it and he said he couldn't figure out why he never sees any parents on the show. Just some kids in a posh apartment in New York City with a butler and a nanny. Kate said (referring to the parents), "Maybe they died." Then, on the show, the boy began to manipulate the butler to be his paintball partner by saying that he would be quiet about his mom and dad's wedding china (which the butler must have broken-not certain because I came in part-way through the show). With that, Kate had an ahah: "Oh," she said, "The parents are getting married in China."
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Awkward
According to my niece Sam's BOYFRIEND, I am the Queen of Awkward.
Ha! maybe I'll be that for Halloween next year - wait, that's what I was this year (see last post).
Well, here's an awkward conversation that happens to me at least daily (that is if I leave the house, which is something I'm doing more often, surprise)...
Stranger: Is this your daughter?
Me: Yes
Stranger: How old is she?
Me: 5
Stranger: Is she your oldest? (sometimes people even ask if she's my youngest - yes, I'm looking old)
Me: She's my only.
Stranger: OH... (read in dumb look (as in, speechless) on face of stranger, here).
This conversation is usually followed with LOTS of questions. People want to know if I want more or why I don't have more. Those questions lead to whether I have thought about adoption, which is quickly followed with all the adoptions stories they know about - usually tragic... thanks strangers. All this is followed by questions of all the fertility treatments I have tried and all the success stories this stranger knows of, which is followed abruptly with how I should stop trying and it will just happen.
LUCKILY, I'm a VERY open person and I share. I share all about us and how we are adoption DROUPOUTS. I share all about this test and that test and all the ins and outs of our infertility. Every once in a while, I think: "This is really none of your business." Like the time a neighbor asked me in the fabric store if I didn't know how to do "it" and if I wanted an instructional video. YUUP! True story. Sometimes I think: "Seriously? You just asked me THAT?" But I talk on. I must be part narcissist or something. Kinda like those people who are part Cherokee. Maybe because I'm part narcissist I'll get a scholarship for my Master's Program that I'm going to start next year because I have nothing better to do once Kate starts first grade. That has to be on the application somewhere. It's all about diversity. I'm diverse-at least in Utah.
It's not just strangers. Friends from years past, who haven't seen me in a while, who have like a-bijillion kids since I saw them last, they see me and they have that look on their faces. They want to ask, but they don't want to be rude, but they ask anyway.
But it's okay. You are safe with me. You can tell me that as soon as I relax and stop "trying" the children will come. You can tell me that as soon as I adopt, I'll get pregnant. You can tell me that Kate is so special and how wonderful it is that I can spend all this one-on-one time with her. You can tell me that I will have children in the after life. You can tell me that I'm lucky that I only have to worry about one set of braces, and one hormonal teenager, and one wedding. ONE-AND-DONE! Seriously, you are safe with me (don't read sarcasm in here-I'm serious). I will not judge you. I don't mind. I am grateful that you tried. I'm grateful that you care. I'm grateful that you see me and bothered to talk to me at all.
Plus, I have to be forgiving because such awkward slash rude things come out of my mouth and I only hope others will be just as forgiving with me.
Ha! maybe I'll be that for Halloween next year - wait, that's what I was this year (see last post).
Well, here's an awkward conversation that happens to me at least daily (that is if I leave the house, which is something I'm doing more often, surprise)...
Stranger: Is this your daughter?
Me: Yes
Stranger: How old is she?
Me: 5
Stranger: Is she your oldest? (sometimes people even ask if she's my youngest - yes, I'm looking old)
Me: She's my only.
Stranger: OH... (read in dumb look (as in, speechless) on face of stranger, here).
This conversation is usually followed with LOTS of questions. People want to know if I want more or why I don't have more. Those questions lead to whether I have thought about adoption, which is quickly followed with all the adoptions stories they know about - usually tragic... thanks strangers. All this is followed by questions of all the fertility treatments I have tried and all the success stories this stranger knows of, which is followed abruptly with how I should stop trying and it will just happen.
LUCKILY, I'm a VERY open person and I share. I share all about us and how we are adoption DROUPOUTS. I share all about this test and that test and all the ins and outs of our infertility. Every once in a while, I think: "This is really none of your business." Like the time a neighbor asked me in the fabric store if I didn't know how to do "it" and if I wanted an instructional video. YUUP! True story. Sometimes I think: "Seriously? You just asked me THAT?" But I talk on. I must be part narcissist or something. Kinda like those people who are part Cherokee. Maybe because I'm part narcissist I'll get a scholarship for my Master's Program that I'm going to start next year because I have nothing better to do once Kate starts first grade. That has to be on the application somewhere. It's all about diversity. I'm diverse-at least in Utah.
It's not just strangers. Friends from years past, who haven't seen me in a while, who have like a-bijillion kids since I saw them last, they see me and they have that look on their faces. They want to ask, but they don't want to be rude, but they ask anyway.
But it's okay. You are safe with me. You can tell me that as soon as I relax and stop "trying" the children will come. You can tell me that as soon as I adopt, I'll get pregnant. You can tell me that Kate is so special and how wonderful it is that I can spend all this one-on-one time with her. You can tell me that I will have children in the after life. You can tell me that I'm lucky that I only have to worry about one set of braces, and one hormonal teenager, and one wedding. ONE-AND-DONE! Seriously, you are safe with me (don't read sarcasm in here-I'm serious). I will not judge you. I don't mind. I am grateful that you tried. I'm grateful that you care. I'm grateful that you see me and bothered to talk to me at all.
Plus, I have to be forgiving because such awkward slash rude things come out of my mouth and I only hope others will be just as forgiving with me.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Better Late than Never...
Some of Kate's cousins: Whitney, Suzie, Hailey, Kate, Zac (missing Jessica, Ashlee, and Jake from the Bang side)
After meeting up with these guys at Scott's parents' house, we went to my parents' house. I wasn't able to photograph the nieces and nephews on my side of the family because I left that get-together early to answer the door for the trick-or-treaters at my house
I don't usually dress up for Halloween but this year a friend held a murder mystery party so I re-purposed the costume. I received a lot of retarded comments from the men in my neighborhood who were taking their kids trick-or-treating. It was rather annoying. They couldn't understand why I was acting like a valley girl (p.s. that wasn't an act). They didn't know why I was wearing so much orange. They didn't understand what a "pageant mom" was (seriously - heads out from under rocks, boys). And they didn't know why my sash said "Snow Princess" while I was covered in Orange. Just get over it boys. So, it's a silly Halloween costume. Learn to be nice, already. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Didn't you watch Bambi? Luckily, the hubby liked it, Kate liked it, and I had fun. That's all that matters.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Huddle Up
I was reading Kate a book from school about penguins and it mentioned that Emporer penguins huddle for warmth. I asked Kate if she knew what "huddle" meant and she said, "It's just like in football when they 'huddle up' to make a plan."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Spiritual Thought for the Day...
LOVED this today...
"Therefore, let us glory, yea, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will rejoice, for our joy is full; yea, we will praise our God forever. Behold, who can glory too much in the Lord? Yea, who can say too much of his great power, and of his mercy, and of his long-suffering towards the children of men? Behold, I say unto you, I cannot say the smallest part which I feel."
Alma 26:16
Background: Ammon, the son of King Mosiah and a great missionary in The Book of Mormon, was expressing his gratitude to God for allowing him and his brothers to be an "instrument in God's hands" to teach and convert so many , thousands even, of the Lamanites.
Me: Sometimes I feel a little too exuberant. When I'm feeling gratitude, it's over-the-top and obnoxious. I have a "love burst" that can't be contained. This scripture gave me permission and reminded me that I can never glory too much in the Lord.
"Therefore, let us glory, yea, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will rejoice, for our joy is full; yea, we will praise our God forever. Behold, who can glory too much in the Lord? Yea, who can say too much of his great power, and of his mercy, and of his long-suffering towards the children of men? Behold, I say unto you, I cannot say the smallest part which I feel."
Alma 26:16
Background: Ammon, the son of King Mosiah and a great missionary in The Book of Mormon, was expressing his gratitude to God for allowing him and his brothers to be an "instrument in God's hands" to teach and convert so many , thousands even, of the Lamanites.
Me: Sometimes I feel a little too exuberant. When I'm feeling gratitude, it's over-the-top and obnoxious. I have a "love burst" that can't be contained. This scripture gave me permission and reminded me that I can never glory too much in the Lord.
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