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| Shouts of joy, its a boy! Ok, so I know John beat me to the punch, but
I at least had to followup with my last entry. I don't know what I'm
going to do with a little boy. If anyone would like to join in naming
this little Freeman, now would be the time to send in your suggestions.
Thnks.
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| Now that they are 2, the girls are starting to talk more and it is
always surprising to me how many words they know that I don't actually
remember teaching them. Yesterday when we pulled into the driveway from
being out, Ava quietly says to herself "Home". And after a brief pause,
she adds with a smile "Daddy". I like the way she associates one with
the other.
Speaking of Daddy, most of you know John is about to be one (again) and
in a week and a half we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Now
is your chance to comment and let us know your prediciton...boy? or
girl?
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| My 2 year old is watching "In the Heat of the Night".
She is addicted to TV. They aren't allowed to watch it much, really.
Sesame Street in the mornings and sometimes Elmo in the afternoon when
Daddy works late and Mommy has to make dinner. But all day long, it is
a constant remote control battle with her...she finds it hidden in the
couch cushions or under the ottoman or on the coffee table. And she
aims it at the TV with confidence and purpose. Or if she can't find the
remote, she goes straight to the TV itself (I know, you really can turn
the TV on without a remote...go figure) and starts pushing buttons and
inevitably finds the power button. I've tried lots of different
tactics...scolding her for turning it on without permission, closing
the doors to the TV thing, distracting her with a snack or legos or a
book. So far, nothing works all that well. Don't get me wrong, I don't let
her watch whenever she wants, but she is constantly testing me,
thinking maybe I won't notice Matlock or Regis or Tony Danza droning in
the background (you gotta love daytime TV). She isn't usually satisfied
with any of those adult shows...I'm convinced her goal is always to
find Elmo but I could be wrong.
Any suggestions would be much appreciated. In the meantime, I'm headed to turn off the 700 Club.
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| ok, so I'm not really currently reading Great Expectations,
but I do feel as though I am living beneath them. Ever feel like
everywhere you turn, somebody has placed an expectation on you? Or do
you find yourself trying to keep people from placing expectations on
you only to discover it is something you can't control b/c people are
people and they aren't perfect and neither are you so it shouldn't
matter? Or worse, do you ever think that maybe you yourself are the one
who is actually doing all the "expecting"? And am I even making any
sense? All I know is, today was one of those days for me and I don't
even think I knew it until about 30 minutes ago. When I'm in that place
of feeling overwhelmed by expectations (real or perceived, mind
you)...all I want to do is find a place to rest..be myself...to live in
freedom and not worry about what they (or I) think.
"Come to me, all you who are weary...and you will find rest for your souls." Mt. 11.28
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| 12:28 am--sleep stops at the sound of a high pitched toddler scream
12:35 am--the screaming continues, and there is a blurry, monotone
discussion about what to do
12:36 am--decide to let her cry herself back to sleep
12:46 am--decide to pick her up after she cleverly screams "mommy"
instead of just, well, a scream
12:47 am--baby #2 decides to join in the midnight opera just as baby #1
gets settled in mommy's bed
1:20 am--both babies are taken back to their cribs by mommy and daddy
1:22 am--baby #1 starts up again. this time we WILL let her cry herself to sleep.
1:45 am--back in mommy's bed
2:30 am--daddy goes to sleep on the couch because 23 pound baby is hogging the bed
2:35 am--mommy puts baby back in her crib cause it just ain't right for
daddy to have to sleep on the couch
3:30 am--baby #1 is up again, this time even madder than before
3:35 am--mommy curls into the fetal position and imagines throwing baby
#1 out the window
3:36 am--mommy prays for advise and wisdom from the Lord about what do
to with a strong-willed screamer. she hears nothing in reply.
3:45 am--mommy goes to get baby #1 who has thrown her beloved pacifier
out of her crib. after picking it up, the pair head off to the
guest bedroom
3:46 am--baby #1 sleeps soundly next to a guilt-ridden mommy who
whispers "i love you and promise to never throw
you out the window"
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