I am not sure how I can get through this class. I've had a negative attitude about it since the very first day and I have six more weeks to go. Nothing but Blue Sky Laws for a full six weeks. Lame. This has nothing to do with Willie Nelson, I would be more interested if it did. To learn more about Blue Sky Laws, click here.
I think that the only thing that is keeping me from potentially drowning myself in Mallory's kiddie pool from boredom is the upcoming 4th of July holiday. Ahhhhh July 4th. I met my husband on July 4th many moons ago. I am not sure if he was blinded by the fireworks, or my overwhelming, jaw-dropping beauty.
Oh the Fourth of July. A day that is all about watermelon, fireworks, apple pie, hot-dogs, and spending time at the lake getting as sunburned as possible with family family friends. Or maybe not.
You see, waaaay way back when, shortly after my father was born in 1776 (JK, Johnny O)...
Let's start over. July 2nd 1776 the Continental Congress voted in favor of independence (WAHOO!) and two days later on July 4th, its delegates adopted the Declaration of Independence. As we all know Thomas Jefferson penned this little diddy that has been amended, ratified, examined, exploited, and interpreted or mis-interpreted many, many, many, many, MANY times...with many more to come, I am sure.
America! Heck yeah! I am not sure that America is exactly the way Thomas Jefferson envisioned it when he penned The Constitution. I'm actually pretty sure it's not considering he basically penned the number for white males, hence all the amendments. Thomas Jefferson has probably rolled over in his grave several times, actually. This country has changed a lot since then. Some great changes and some not so great changes. Lots of progression. Lots of regression. Good presidents, bad presidents, dead presidents, infamous presidents, presidents that no one really cares to remember. Andrew Jackson is my favorite president ever, but that's a different post for a different day.
America! Heck yeah! America! My point in this whole blog is to remind you and me, that while we are out having a blasty-blast on this Fourth of July Wednesday, let's all take just a moment to remember how our young little country came to be and let's all contemplate how to make it just a little bit better. Then when we quickly come to disagreements all you right-wingers put on a red shirt, and all you left-wingers put on a blue shirt and let's all have a paint ball war. Because really, while no one will be fatally hurt sometimes it feels good to ding the crap out of your opposition with a neon orange colored paint ball traveling 50 mph. That's got to leave a mark.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
When I got home from my girls weekend I totally expected to be greeted with open arms from my sweet husband and baby. I was not ready for my little girl to have turned into a monkey over the weekend. Seems Miss Mallory has learned how to climb...on top of the sofa, the chairs, anything in her way really. She definitely understands the concepts of over, under, and on top of. Needless to say I am definitely busier now than I was a week ago. :)
That is totally okay though because I was refreshed and ready to get back to the real world after a fabulous and fun filled girls weekend with some of the very best friends a girl could ask for. For the most part we were well-behaved and we even met a new "friend" named Florence - Flo for short- but my SIL calls her LaFawnduh. Very appropriate, I think. Florence was the only thing inappropriate about the weekend LaFawnduh had a lot of interesting stories, most of them were ficticious, I decided. And she surrounded herself with people named Juisebox (that is not a misspelling, it's juice box, but with and "s" which I think is Klassy - with a K). I will let you make your own assumptions or judgements about the character of Flo.
Anyways, while meeting her it really, I mean REALLY, made me thankful for the people that I actually chose to surround myself with that weekend. You couldn't ask for a better group of gals. I miss them all terribly but it is so great that we actually keep in touch as much as we do and can always pick up right where we left off.
When I got home I was also pretty thankful for the very best husband a girl can ask for. I abandoned him on his first Father's Day and he managed to cook. clean, and keep our baby happy, healthy, and alive. Sam is such a kind and caring person as well as hard-working, intelligent and handsome. VERY HANDSOME. I do not tell him enough but I am most thankful for the very talented man that God decided to put in my like. Good friends, beautiful baby, handsome husband - Yep, I'm a lucky lucky girl.
That is totally okay though because I was refreshed and ready to get back to the real world after a fabulous and fun filled girls weekend with some of the very best friends a girl could ask for. For the most part we were well-behaved and we even met a new "friend" named Florence - Flo for short- but my SIL calls her LaFawnduh. Very appropriate, I think. Florence was the only thing inappropriate about the weekend LaFawnduh had a lot of interesting stories, most of them were ficticious, I decided. And she surrounded herself with people named Juisebox (that is not a misspelling, it's juice box, but with and "s" which I think is Klassy - with a K). I will let you make your own assumptions or judgements about the character of Flo.
Anyways, while meeting her it really, I mean REALLY, made me thankful for the people that I actually chose to surround myself with that weekend. You couldn't ask for a better group of gals. I miss them all terribly but it is so great that we actually keep in touch as much as we do and can always pick up right where we left off.
When I got home I was also pretty thankful for the very best husband a girl can ask for. I abandoned him on his first Father's Day and he managed to cook. clean, and keep our baby happy, healthy, and alive. Sam is such a kind and caring person as well as hard-working, intelligent and handsome. VERY HANDSOME. I do not tell him enough but I am most thankful for the very talented man that God decided to put in my like. Good friends, beautiful baby, handsome husband - Yep, I'm a lucky lucky girl.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Father's Day Weekend
...it's not Father's Day, you say...well, it was for this Craig Family. You see, I will be on a girl's weekend for Sam's first Father's Day (wife of the year, I know), so we decided to celebrate this weekend. I played a sweet little joke on Sam where I wrapped up a box with nothing in it. His face was priceless and I was laughing uncontrollably. Have no fear, I quickly ran to get Sam's real gift...his very own brew kit. The mister was very happy. I'll be taking my award now. :)
After that, we spent a little time hanging out around the pool. Pool time is so fun for our family, or well anything involving water. Sam and I both (although I do not tan) love swimming and we were thrilled to find that Mallory loves the water too, although, sorry Mal Pal, you a just as white as your mommy. Anyways, we followed that up with a quick trip to Target and then an evening of grilling venison steaks, avocados, and onions. Mmmmm :)
Then yesterday, we went to church, and lounged around. I even watched the U.S. Women's Gymnastics championships, good stuff. I love gymnastics and can't wait to watch the Olympic Trials and see who represents the good ol' U.S. of A in London. Yay.
Anyways, back to the church part. I found that a very interesting question was posed in Sunday School. More or less, it asked why the tree was even placed in the garden of Eden. Or in other words, why even place the temptation of sin in front of a society that was so blissfully happy and unaware of sin in the first place? Hmmm. Good question.
The mister and I have different but similar theories on this. In fact, we are still discussing. I'd be interested to know what exactly you all thought. I do not have the answer yet, and perhaps my answer will evolve and change over time. Right now I am thinking that it has something to do with a reminder of something to strive towards (or run far far away from).
More on this later. I've got a dentist appointment to attend.
After that, we spent a little time hanging out around the pool. Pool time is so fun for our family, or well anything involving water. Sam and I both (although I do not tan) love swimming and we were thrilled to find that Mallory loves the water too, although, sorry Mal Pal, you a just as white as your mommy. Anyways, we followed that up with a quick trip to Target and then an evening of grilling venison steaks, avocados, and onions. Mmmmm :)
Then yesterday, we went to church, and lounged around. I even watched the U.S. Women's Gymnastics championships, good stuff. I love gymnastics and can't wait to watch the Olympic Trials and see who represents the good ol' U.S. of A in London. Yay.
Anyways, back to the church part. I found that a very interesting question was posed in Sunday School. More or less, it asked why the tree was even placed in the garden of Eden. Or in other words, why even place the temptation of sin in front of a society that was so blissfully happy and unaware of sin in the first place? Hmmm. Good question.
The mister and I have different but similar theories on this. In fact, we are still discussing. I'd be interested to know what exactly you all thought. I do not have the answer yet, and perhaps my answer will evolve and change over time. Right now I am thinking that it has something to do with a reminder of something to strive towards (or run far far away from).
More on this later. I've got a dentist appointment to attend.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
This is horrible
Let me just go ahead and get this out of the way...YES, I am blogging. No, it will not be ALL about Mallory, but a lot of it will (today's post is).
So, Mallory is officially walking! She's been taking one or two steps by herself for a month now. But today it happened. I came home from a Rotary Meeting and my MIL told me that she posted a picture of Mallory walking on Facebook. She did pretty good in it too...baby girl took like 5 steps all by herself. Yay! Mallory. She wasn't done though. Let me just say that when this girl learns a new skill she loves to practice (practice makes perfect, right !?!). I've been woken from my slumber on more than one occasion because mommy's little angel wants to show me her new trick. Clapping at 4 am - we must! 2 am session of crawling in the crib...happened twice. You get the picture.
Anyways, like I was saying I came home from the Rotary Club and of course Mallory was practicing walking. I went to grab a drink of water and came back to find my baby, my ten month four day old baby, walking to the front door, only to reach it and turn around to walk back to me. She clapped for herself and giggled with excitement. What did I do? I cried. There were tears of joy, but mostly tears of sadness. Of course, I am excited that my baby is developmentally on track. But...THIS, this means she is not a baby forever. This means that she's going to grow up to accomplish great things and be the first woman President. Or she's going to grow up to find a cure for cancer. This means that in two months Productive Parenting will e-mail me activities for a toddler and not an infant. THIS is horrible.
I knew this day would come. Before I had Mallory I dreamed it. However, I pictured only excitement and joy, I was not prepared for a tinge of sadness to enter every time she reached a new really big milestone. I was also not prepared to learn so much from a ten month old. In her ten months of life she has learned to smile, clap, roll over, crawl, walk (sigh). feed herself, say about 8 words (still no mama though), bounce up and down to the beat of music, and do a lot of other really neat stuff that I, for one, take for granted every day.
I have learned or re-learned that this world is a great big place full of excitement and wonder, how to love unconditionally, that God really is everywhere and present in our everyday life, and a lot more that I can't write about anymore because Mallory just walked over to me and wants to play. Maybe this isn't so horrible after all. :)
So, Mallory is officially walking! She's been taking one or two steps by herself for a month now. But today it happened. I came home from a Rotary Meeting and my MIL told me that she posted a picture of Mallory walking on Facebook. She did pretty good in it too...baby girl took like 5 steps all by herself. Yay! Mallory. She wasn't done though. Let me just say that when this girl learns a new skill she loves to practice (practice makes perfect, right !?!). I've been woken from my slumber on more than one occasion because mommy's little angel wants to show me her new trick. Clapping at 4 am - we must! 2 am session of crawling in the crib...happened twice. You get the picture.
Anyways, like I was saying I came home from the Rotary Club and of course Mallory was practicing walking. I went to grab a drink of water and came back to find my baby, my ten month four day old baby, walking to the front door, only to reach it and turn around to walk back to me. She clapped for herself and giggled with excitement. What did I do? I cried. There were tears of joy, but mostly tears of sadness. Of course, I am excited that my baby is developmentally on track. But...THIS, this means she is not a baby forever. This means that she's going to grow up to accomplish great things and be the first woman President. Or she's going to grow up to find a cure for cancer. This means that in two months Productive Parenting will e-mail me activities for a toddler and not an infant. THIS is horrible.
I knew this day would come. Before I had Mallory I dreamed it. However, I pictured only excitement and joy, I was not prepared for a tinge of sadness to enter every time she reached a new really big milestone. I was also not prepared to learn so much from a ten month old. In her ten months of life she has learned to smile, clap, roll over, crawl, walk (sigh). feed herself, say about 8 words (still no mama though), bounce up and down to the beat of music, and do a lot of other really neat stuff that I, for one, take for granted every day.
I have learned or re-learned that this world is a great big place full of excitement and wonder, how to love unconditionally, that God really is everywhere and present in our everyday life, and a lot more that I can't write about anymore because Mallory just walked over to me and wants to play. Maybe this isn't so horrible after all. :)
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