Digital Camera Question

I want a new digital camera.  I want one that doesn’t take an engineering degree to use or have to wear the owner’s manual around my neck, one that takes pictures quickly, doesn’t way a million tons, takes high quality photos, and is no more than $250.

So, what camera do you have?

Do you like it?

Why?

Why not?

I’m interested in real people’s product reviews.  Thanks!

This and That

So, I did some calculating last night.  If things worked this month my due date would be on Lucky’s first birthday.  Hmmm, coincidence?  Let’s hope so.  I seriously must be insane.  One week to go of the wait.

Lucky is doing much better after his immunizations.  Justin still looks like he was attacked by razor blades.  He’s super sore.  Neither one of them slep well last night, and that means neither did I.  Hence this disjointed post.

The adoption worker came last night, and it was nothing but good news!  While verbally biological mother has relinquished rights, formal t.ermination of p.arental r.ights paperwork is completed.  She will be served next week (as long as she stays locatable that long.)  Court date is scheduled for around the second week in September, with the adoption looking to be final in November.  So things are moving faster than expected.  Yay! 

My brother is coming into town this weekend, and so I expect to spend a great deal of time over at my parents.  I can hear him now, “Hey, let me hold him.  I’m negative twenty days, and that means it’s my turn!”  He’s too funny! 

So, as promised, the hair…

When it Rains it Pours

Well, I’m not sure who handled the shots better, Lucky, my mother, or me.  I’m thinking Braden may win that contest.  He was sleeping so peacefully, and then they had to go and stick needles in his thighs…three of them.  He let out blood curdling high pitched screams.  It was about that time that I started tearing up.  I’ve heard all of his cries, except pain.   That was a cry of pain.  It’s for his own good, but it didn’t make it much easier.  I’m more than happy that is over!   No more immunizations until October.

To make up for his ummm….terrible trauma, he simply had to have a bear from Wacky Bear.  (Think Build a Bear only a different chain.)  I’ll post pictures tomorrow of his new acquisition.

In other news, what’s that old saying?  Oh yeah, when it rains it pours.  Justin was in a motorcycle accident today.  He’s fine.  He was only going 15 miles per hour.  He was turning in a business’ parking lot and hit gravel.  The bike is fine.  It has a scratch or two and is now missing one mirror.  Not a big deal, and it’s pretty inexpensive and easy to fix.  I’m just thankful that Justin is ok.  He went to the doctor to get checked out, and they cleaned his road rash, medicated, and wrapped it up.

So, my two boys are both bandaged and not feeling too well.  Wish me luck surviving their debacles.  I think I’m about to have a very sleepless night.  Can y’all just remind me what my name is tomorrow?

Give me a Break Lady

So, last week I was in T.arget, and there were two boys standing in the produce aisle by the apples.  The older brother was around 8 and the younger one closer to 5.  The big brother snatches one of the organic fancy apples and throws it at his younger sibling.  The younger demon decides to retaliate and throw apples back at his older brother.  Meanwhile, I watch the mother who is chatting away on her cell phone and watching her brats throw apples around the store.  I pause, shake my head, and without a thought say, “Boys, stop that!”  The woman looks at me indignantly and shouts, “Don’t discipline my children!  That’s my job!”  To which I confidently reply, “Then do it!”  I then proceed to leave the scene of the crime.

Is it too much to ask for parents to be parents these days?  I admit that since it has taken nine million years to become a parent that I’m quite sensitive to others parenting, but c’mon, throwing apples?

Tomorrow we are going to check in on the gentleman who helped care for out little man in his first four weeks of life.  He’s having major surgery, and I think that seeing his chubby cheeks just might cheer him up.  Wednesday we go for his immunizations.  Thursday we have a scheduled post placement home visit, so the adoption worker can check in on us.    So, take one cranky little man, exhausted parents, and an adoption worker, shake gently and you have one interesting combination.  Pleeeease oh pleeeease let him not be too upset when she is there.  The reality is that children get immunizations, get cranky, parents get tired, and there just might be toys on the floor.  I’m thinking the adoption worker is more interested in viewing reality than some picture perfect family.

I’ve decided that two blogs is more than I can manage.  So, I will post what would have been on my other blog on the top tab called “Because I Say So.”  The same password will apply for those who have it.  If you don’t, you may email me at:

armsforanangel@yahoo.com

Oooh, and I will do my best to get pics up of my new haircut.  Eight inches fell on the salon floor the other day.  Love it!

12 days left of the two week wait…

The Quiet After the Storm

It’s been three weeks.  Three weeks of traveling, company, and business.  There’s been great hustle and bustle.  Today the last of the company departed and life began winding down.  The rain is falling, the lights are dimmed, and I’m still dirty in my jammies.  One could assume it’s a calm and relaxing kind of day.  For the most part they would be accurate, expect that little man has been crying all afternoon.  Then, low and behold, he finally passed out, and is now blissfully napping.

 

My in-laws just left today, and no doubt did I get two beautiful lines on my ovulation predictor test stick.  Talk about timing!  Amidst these last seven weeks, there have been many highs and lows.  I’ve wondered at times just how crazy anybody is to become a parent.  Those moments typically come after bouts of very loud screams from the little man, and after his parents begin playing a serious game of guess and check.  I’ve stared in disbelief at how enamored I am by such a small person, and wonder why anybody wouldn’t want to become one.  I’ve been frustrated with the difficulties of balancing marriage and child, motherhood and personal time, and keeping a hold on reality whilst being endlessly sleep deprived.  As a team, my husband and I will continue to do just as all new parents do…try, try, and try some more to find that perfect balance.

 

Hopefully life will get back to normal now that things are settling down.  My parents are still out of town, but we’ll be headed over to their house tonight to spend the weekend.  We’ll be doing some clean up from the shower, and once the little man falls asleep, we’ll be indulging in an evening dip in the pool.  In fact, we plan on being as lazy as possible all weekend. 

 

So, now I will make the effort to catch up on all of you.    

Missing in Action

I will be MIA for the next two weeks, because we have family coming into town.  I’ll be back soon to send out love to the Braces Bunch and my favorite blogging buddies.  However, squeezing time in for the next few weeks just won’t be possible.  Until then…

Home

Just call me Dorothy, because I truly feel there is no place like home.  I swear to you I sniffed my pillow last night so intimately, you would have thought it was my lover.  There’s just nothing like coming home after being away.  I love walking in after being gone for a while.  It’s a friendly reminder to not take your space for granted. 

We had a wonderful time in Missouri.  There were seventeen of us all gathered together.  We went out for Chinese and Italian (the most unfriendly location for children ever, no kids menu or changing tables!)  They also had a baby shower for the little man when we were there.  It was exciting to get to see family that I haven’t seen in a long time!  It’s truly a shame how little vacation time we get in this country (yes, that coming from the one who doesn’t work, but hey, it didn’t feel that great leaving my hubby behind!)

Lucky did a great job in the car, and only cried for about an hour each way.  Not too shabby, considering how looooong the drive was.  We popped in a lullaby cd that Justin’s mom gave us (his absolute favorite), and he focused on the music.  Unfortunately, the rest of us focused on it too, and quickly started yawning and getting quite tired. 

Lucky rolled over for the first time when we were there.  He’s now done it three times.  I’m not quite sure he has the coordination to do it on purpose though.  There were about a million little moments that were heart warming, and made the trip such a precious time. 

Here’s where the universe is going to laugh at us.  We’ve decided to do the whole “let’s just see what happens” bit.  It’s cycle day three.  We’re trying to not make a big deal out of it.  The decision came after realizing we arent’ getting any younger (shocker, eh?), Lucky’s clothes would be the appropriate size for number two (as if that ever really works out), and why get used to sleep and take it away again? 

Ok, back to catch up on your blogs.  Sorry about the lack of comments.  I just want to catch up and then comment.