Umm...
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yeah.
I'm excuseless. My masters is done, right? Eric isn't quite back to school yet...no recent medical mishaps or such...so WHERE are those cute pictures of my daughter's first birthday? Um, yeah. Excuseless. You know, other than the exhaustion. And guess what, it's going to be awhile because....
Get ready for this....
WE'RE MOVING!!!
Just to the next building and up to the third floor, but still. I think it will be good, the apartment we are in now is just way too dark, and that combined with long Minnesota winters and a very slow recovery back into normal activity equals the need for LIGHT. The place is a bit bigger and only slightly more expensive. And there are hardwood floors, tile floors in the kitchen, and better carpeting in the bedrooms.
Did I mention we have to be out of this place and in to our new place a week from today? So I'm guessing all will be quiet on the blog-Lines fronts.
I'm excuseless. My masters is done, right? Eric isn't quite back to school yet...no recent medical mishaps or such...so WHERE are those cute pictures of my daughter's first birthday? Um, yeah. Excuseless. You know, other than the exhaustion. And guess what, it's going to be awhile because....
Get ready for this....
WE'RE MOVING!!!
Just to the next building and up to the third floor, but still. I think it will be good, the apartment we are in now is just way too dark, and that combined with long Minnesota winters and a very slow recovery back into normal activity equals the need for LIGHT. The place is a bit bigger and only slightly more expensive. And there are hardwood floors, tile floors in the kitchen, and better carpeting in the bedrooms.
Did I mention we have to be out of this place and in to our new place a week from today? So I'm guessing all will be quiet on the blog-Lines fronts.
Happy Birthday Melisa!
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I have this incredible kid sister. And today is her birthday. I remember how thrilled I was the day she was born (I was nine almost ten). I spent the afternoon doing somersaults on my mom's bed to get out the excited energy. And she was the most beautiful baby and the most adorable little girl. Melisa's whole pre-pubescent life people have been unable to hold back their exclamations of her cuteness. Just take a look at this picture (all my awesome sisters) and you'll see what I mean (she's the stunning one in the middle).
Can you hear the Animaniacs song "I'm Cute" that Dot sings playing in the background?
cute, cute, cute, isn't she cute, cute, cute...
Melisa is the most talented 17 year old I have ever known. No kidding. I am so excited to see what she does with herself because I know she could really do anything. She has been amazing to watch "grow up" and I can't wait see how the story "ends."
Love you Lu! I'm SO glad that you were born!
Can you hear the Animaniacs song "I'm Cute" that Dot sings playing in the background?
cute, cute, cute, isn't she cute, cute, cute...Melisa is the most talented 17 year old I have ever known. No kidding. I am so excited to see what she does with herself because I know she could really do anything. She has been amazing to watch "grow up" and I can't wait see how the story "ends."
Love you Lu! I'm SO glad that you were born!
Happy Birthday Jane, Part I
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I promise to share pics, movies, and details soon. First, though, this:
Dear Jane,
It is 7:54 pm the night of your first birthday. I am exhausted on the couch and you are exhausted in your crib, but I can hear you chatting with your lamby lovies like you always do before you fall asleep. This time last year, we were doing this:
and this:
and this:
The time it took to get you born and when you finally came, is such a sweet, sacred experience to me. I remember the soft, low light, the savory, warm, almost-steamy air, and your sweet, keen eyes. I remember not being able to take my eyes off of you. I was mesmerized. In so many ways, I was born that night, too.
Jane, you have been such a joy to your father and me. This year has been so full and so sweet. There is something so profound, so deep, so dazzling about being a mother. Even as I write this, I know there is no way to capture it, no way for you to understand until your a mommy yourself. I look forward to that day, Jane, even as I can't fathom you growing any bigger than you are right now, so that you might understand just how much I love you.
As you grow up, as you become whoever you are, I want you to know a few things about yourself right now, things I have seen in you: You are smart. You are so observant, careful, and creative. You make connections and wow us everyday. You have a great sense of humor, you love the unexpected and the silly. You love kids. Your favorites have always been the 4-8 year olds. You adore music. And details. You like to do things right. When you mess up, you have to do it again correctly. If you don't know what went wrong, you look at me or daddy and cry out, but then you turn back to the challenge at hand and do it right, even if it hurt you the first time (like when you tried to close the cabinet this morning and pinched your fingers. You looked at us, cried, then turned back to the cabinet to show it who was boss). You are tenacious. And patient. You have always been very "chill." These things are within you now, August 14, 2009. It's up to you if they are a part of the future you, the one that is reading this.
As you grow up, as you become whoever you want to be, know that I will always love you ardently. I can't help it, you are stitched onto my heart. You cover a hole on my heart I never knew was there. It's hard to remember what love was like before there was you.
Around eight years ago, I sat in a rocking chair in a pink pioneer dress on a stage holding a bundle of blankets with a doll inside. And I sang this song. I couldn't understand the lyrics then, and I'm only just beginning to now. They are the perfect lullaby:
Dear Jane,
It is 7:54 pm the night of your first birthday. I am exhausted on the couch and you are exhausted in your crib, but I can hear you chatting with your lamby lovies like you always do before you fall asleep. This time last year, we were doing this:
and this:
and this:
The time it took to get you born and when you finally came, is such a sweet, sacred experience to me. I remember the soft, low light, the savory, warm, almost-steamy air, and your sweet, keen eyes. I remember not being able to take my eyes off of you. I was mesmerized. In so many ways, I was born that night, too.
Jane, you have been such a joy to your father and me. This year has been so full and so sweet. There is something so profound, so deep, so dazzling about being a mother. Even as I write this, I know there is no way to capture it, no way for you to understand until your a mommy yourself. I look forward to that day, Jane, even as I can't fathom you growing any bigger than you are right now, so that you might understand just how much I love you.
As you grow up, as you become whoever you are, I want you to know a few things about yourself right now, things I have seen in you: You are smart. You are so observant, careful, and creative. You make connections and wow us everyday. You have a great sense of humor, you love the unexpected and the silly. You love kids. Your favorites have always been the 4-8 year olds. You adore music. And details. You like to do things right. When you mess up, you have to do it again correctly. If you don't know what went wrong, you look at me or daddy and cry out, but then you turn back to the challenge at hand and do it right, even if it hurt you the first time (like when you tried to close the cabinet this morning and pinched your fingers. You looked at us, cried, then turned back to the cabinet to show it who was boss). You are tenacious. And patient. You have always been very "chill." These things are within you now, August 14, 2009. It's up to you if they are a part of the future you, the one that is reading this.
As you grow up, as you become whoever you want to be, know that I will always love you ardently. I can't help it, you are stitched onto my heart. You cover a hole on my heart I never knew was there. It's hard to remember what love was like before there was you.
Around eight years ago, I sat in a rocking chair in a pink pioneer dress on a stage holding a bundle of blankets with a doll inside. And I sang this song. I couldn't understand the lyrics then, and I'm only just beginning to now. They are the perfect lullaby:
Through your eyes skies look brighter
Grass more green clouds are whiter.
When you're close cares grow lighter,
I'm glad that you were born.
Through your eyes hills stretch higher.
When you smile you inspire
hearts to sing in a choir.
I'm glad that you were born.
Born to laugh, born to dream
Born to spread your light.
Through your eyes I see clearer
You bring God so much nearer.
Life has grown so much dearer,
I'm glad that you were born.
Grass more green clouds are whiter.
When you're close cares grow lighter,
I'm glad that you were born.
Through your eyes hills stretch higher.
When you smile you inspire
hearts to sing in a choir.
I'm glad that you were born.
Born to laugh, born to dream
Born to spread your light.
Through your eyes I see clearer
You bring God so much nearer.
Life has grown so much dearer,
I'm glad that you were born.
I love you Jane Skylar Ludlow. I'm glad that you were born.
Gotta Love Good Freebies.
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Especially when there is no stinkin' only one winner give away involved... I hate give aways. Anyway, the brother of a blogger I sort of follow is giving away his CD for a limited time, it's piano hymns. If you're interested, check it out.
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Right now, at 1:24 am, I am waiting on Eric to finish his oh-so-careful grammar edit of my MA report (currently over 10,000 words) so I can submit it. I'm pasting in the sections he finishes into the final formatted template and completing the paperwork online. I know I will pay for it tomorrow, but this is a pretty awesome (and drawn out) moment. The deadline isn't even til Friday!
And DONE! granted, it's now after 2:00 am....oh the plight of the detail oriented, and their wives.
AND now it is the next night. I forgot to post this in my exhaustion, BUT now the paperwork is all submitted too and there is nothing left for me to do but sit back and claim VICTORY IS MINE, I am a Master...wow.
And DONE! granted, it's now after 2:00 am....oh the plight of the detail oriented, and their wives.
AND now it is the next night. I forgot to post this in my exhaustion, BUT now the paperwork is all submitted too and there is nothing left for me to do but sit back and claim VICTORY IS MINE, I am a Master...wow.
's Wonderful
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A couple days ago I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful.
Yesterday (?) I actually cooked. I made a zuccihini lasagna (AWESOME! Like, really, really good. Eric gave it "best ever" status). It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. I even did the dishes. Which, strangely, was also wonderful.
Today I watered my sister's garden and her very large backyard (i.e. dragging the sprinkler around), did a few loads of laundry and harvested a few grocery bags of jalepenos, peppers, zucchini, summer squash, etc. It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. The weather was delightful-- 90 degrees, slight breeze, and blue sky. The sun felt so good.
I've been able to care for Jane and Eric and myself and even the house (a little bit). It doesn't hurt. It doesn't wear me out (much). It is wonderful.
I'm pretty excited about this "new" body of mine. I have two more weeks until all restrictions get lifted and then it's full speed ahead! I'm excited to start running again and I'm even going to take a dance class.
's wonderful! 's marvelous!
Yesterday (?) I actually cooked. I made a zuccihini lasagna (AWESOME! Like, really, really good. Eric gave it "best ever" status). It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. I even did the dishes. Which, strangely, was also wonderful.
Today I watered my sister's garden and her very large backyard (i.e. dragging the sprinkler around), did a few loads of laundry and harvested a few grocery bags of jalepenos, peppers, zucchini, summer squash, etc. It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. The weather was delightful-- 90 degrees, slight breeze, and blue sky. The sun felt so good.
I've been able to care for Jane and Eric and myself and even the house (a little bit). It doesn't hurt. It doesn't wear me out (much). It is wonderful.
I'm pretty excited about this "new" body of mine. I have two more weeks until all restrictions get lifted and then it's full speed ahead! I'm excited to start running again and I'm even going to take a dance class.
's wonderful! 's marvelous!
Digital Scrapbooking
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In retrospect, I probably should have just shelled out the 15 bucks for the cute baby book I saw at Target when I was 40 weeks pregnant (oh, wait, I did shell out the 15 bucks, then I returned it because I had a brilliant idea...) I LOVE document design, and I LOVE personalizing things, and I'll have SO much time when I'm not in grad school and just playing with my baby all day, I'll design my own baby book! Not one of my most perceptive moments, I know. Jane's first birthday is a week away and I figure if I don't do the thing now, I probably won't ever get it done (backup plan? This blog).
So I'm trying to teach myself how to digital scrapbook. My style isn't really all that scrappy, and I'm limited to what kit items I can get free. But, here's my first attempt at a page.
The color in the "JANE" font doesn't quite match, but I think it's a tolerable start. Suggestions?
So I'm trying to teach myself how to digital scrapbook. My style isn't really all that scrappy, and I'm limited to what kit items I can get free. But, here's my first attempt at a page.
The color in the "JANE" font doesn't quite match, but I think it's a tolerable start. Suggestions?
Some videos
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We took these videos more than a week ago...I don't remember when. It's amazing how much joy she brings to my life everyday. Tomorrow it will be more, and more the day after that and I am awestruck.
I am finally feeling mostly back to normal--in fact, most of me feels better, much better, than I felt before the surgery, and the rest of me is coming along quite fast. Yesterday morning I got to hold Jane for the first real time since the surgery, actually hug her, and she just nuzzled in onto my shoulder, sighed, and stayed there for at least a whole minute (and Jane is not a hugger, snuggle type). I almost cried. It was so nice. I've been able to lift her a bit and even put her to bed last night and tonight and just sit and play with her and make her giggle and read stories and all without having to worry quite so much about a rogue limb. It's wonderful to be Mommy again. Give me a few days to get my house back in order, and I'll be good!
We've got some videos for you tonight. One of Jane's favorite words is "woe!" And then we wanted to get "please" on camera. I love how Jane listens so well to me in this one! (and we were watching "So You Think You Can Dance" in the background, Jane quite liked it too).
I am finally feeling mostly back to normal--in fact, most of me feels better, much better, than I felt before the surgery, and the rest of me is coming along quite fast. Yesterday morning I got to hold Jane for the first real time since the surgery, actually hug her, and she just nuzzled in onto my shoulder, sighed, and stayed there for at least a whole minute (and Jane is not a hugger, snuggle type). I almost cried. It was so nice. I've been able to lift her a bit and even put her to bed last night and tonight and just sit and play with her and make her giggle and read stories and all without having to worry quite so much about a rogue limb. It's wonderful to be Mommy again. Give me a few days to get my house back in order, and I'll be good!
We've got some videos for you tonight. One of Jane's favorite words is "woe!" And then we wanted to get "please" on camera. I love how Jane listens so well to me in this one! (and we were watching "So You Think You Can Dance" in the background, Jane quite liked it too).
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