Friday, June 27, 2008
For another thing, Justice really likes to bully his brothers around. I'm hoping that this is just to prove his might because he is so much smaller than the other two (6 and 8 yrs old). Maybe he won't feel the need to prove his might to a little baby. I don't know. He really likes to hit and throw things at Ross and Mark. He doesn't have this problem with other children in nursery (his own age), so that's a good sign. It is a daily occurrence that Mark cowers away from Justice's aggressions. Justice threw a heavy shoe, the kind with retractable wheels on the bottom, and hit Mark in the head the other day. Just now, I came in to find Mark lying on the couch with Justice jumping up and down on his chest. Argh, this is going to take "Constant Vigilance!"
Monday, June 23, 2008
It just might be so. I'd better not say what though, since it's not official. But yes, maybe.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I've been eating so much fruit over the last couple of days, that I've got a tummy ache and a slight case of the Osmonds (Donny and Maria - diarrhea). I can't stop though. I ate two cartons of strawberries almost by myself last night. Today, even with my stomachache, I've eaten at least one banana, two peaches, an orange, and about a pound of cherries. I must be needing something.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Anyway, Lydia looks older and older to me everyday, especially with her new glasses. Yikes. She came in from playing outside, the other day. She was wearing a playing-dress-up dress, her face was all dirty, and her hair was all disheveled. I felt so glad! She's still a kid for now. Man, I love that girl!
Monday, June 09, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
What makes me love him?
It's not his singing,
I've heard his singing,
It sours the milk
And yet, it's gotten to the point
Where I prefer that kind of milk.
What makes me love him?
It's not his learning.
He's learned so slowly,
His whole life long
And though he really knows
A multitude of things
They're mostly wrong.
He's not romantic,
And yet I love him.
No one occasion
He's used me ill
And though he's handsome
I know inside me
Were he a plain man
I'd love him still.
What makes me love him?
It's quite beyond me,
It must be something
I can't define.
Unless it's merely
That he's masculine
And that he's mine
Naw, all of it doesn't apply, but I think it's a funny song.
Here are the top 11 reasons why I love my Bruce, but in no particular order:
He tells people how great his wife if when I'm not around. (I've had many people that I'd not met before tell me so.)
He's a good father
He knows me better than anyone else, he's seen me at my absolute worst, and somehow he still seems to like me. Go figure!
He is very intelligent (though you wouldn't know it from his spelling)
He is level headed and even tempered.
We get along well together
He is very generous with his time, talents and resources
He doesn't mind it when I get act weird in public
He is very outgoing, and has brought me out of my shell quite a bit
He is just a good person all around
He can honestly answer the age old question: "Does this make me look fat?"
So if you are interested, here's the story of Bruce and Renae:
When I was in Jr High, I had a best friend named Jennifer. She was absolutely, totally, insanely, flipped out, crazy in love with some guy, from her youth group named Bruce. She would come to school all in an excited tither every Wednesday because that evening she would be seeing Bruce. I guess I'll have to blame the whole thing on her. She planted the image in my brain at such an early age that Bruce was a god.
Some weekend I spent the night with her, and I went to a youth group activity at Ziggy's - or was it Mr. Tee's - skating rink. I met the famous Bruce. I was 12, and he was 14. We couple skated, and I gave him my phone number. (Did Jennifer hate me? I don't know, she never said so, but probably a bit.) He was the first boy to ever call me on the phone. My dad freaked out, and yelled at him when he called. That was the end of it until...
We had an English class together in college. Having heard so much about "Bruce" for years, I of course knew who he was, and a goodly amount about him. However, we didn't interact with each other until...
My friend, Tally and I went to a carnival together. She said "Crystal's got a new boyfriend, he's doing a Tae Kwon Do demonstration here tonight. She wants me to go and meet them." So we went and met Crystal's new boyfriend, Bruce. Bruce said to me "Don't I know you from somewhere?" "Yes, I said, we have an English class together." We kind of dominated the conversation, as I recall it. He never called Crystal again. Next English class, he sat next to me, and we talked. My grade went from a solid A (I remember the teacher telling me that my papers were so good that there was no way I wouldn't make an easy A in her class.) to a C. I guess I got distracted.
We dated for at least a month before I told him that we had previously met, and that I'd heard many, many things about him. I didn't want him to think I was some kind of weirdo, still hung up on a guy that I met when I was 12.
He was not a member of the church. Problem stemming from said fact followed. Much controversy. Being young, stupid, and defiant, we eloped. He continued to live with his folks, and I with mine. We went on like this for 7 months, until I just couldn't take it anymore. We spilled the beans, my parents erupted, we moved in together. A couple of horrible years followed, we worked through it, decided that we liked each other after all, and that we'd try to make a go of it. Things settled down, we had two children, he joined the church, we had three more children (almost), and are as happy as can be.
For the record, I would definitely NOT advise taking this route to a happy marriage. 18 yrs old was just too young for me to get married, and there were lots of problems. I just happened to have actually picked a great guy, and worked hard to become happy -which I am now.
Okay, that was entirely too long. Sorry for the ramble.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Anyway, my twice consecutive broken ribs, have put a serious damper on my ability to workout during this pregnancy. I've had to give up running, and content myself with other things. I biked indoors, with my bike on a trainer (until my belly got too big, and it was uncomfortable to bend over to reach the handlebars, I walk up and down my stairs, and I just regular walk. Now, when I say walk, I mean that up until about a month ago, I walked as fast as was humanly possible. I've become addicted to walking with my Garmen (a GPS tracker thing), so I can keep track of how far and how fast I walk. Up until a month ago, I would not accept anything from myself slower than a 4 mile an hour average pace. However, I started getting pains on the side of my tummy. I had to slow down. Sometimes they would get so bad that I just had to stop altogether. Very disheartening. My new average pace became about 2.8 miles per hour. Monday, I went out for a walk, at my new slower pace, and only made it about 1.75 miles before I just had to stop. (I usually aim for at least 4 miles, preferably more, if I have the time.) On Tuesday, I asked my OB about my tummy pains. After I described them, he assured me that the pains were from the ligaments that support my uterus, and that they weren't harmful to the baby. Good. So, Tuesday evening, I decided that, for what it was worth, I'd give walking another try. I didn't have much hope that I'd be able to make it very far. I started out. After only about a quarter of a mile, the pain started again. However, now armed with the knowledge that I was only hurting myself, and not my unborn child, I decided to see if I couldn't just push past it. I kept on anyway, and after a bit, the pain went away. So, I kept right on walking. After a good couple of miles, I realized that the pain wasn't coming back, so I began to push myself just a bit. I made 4 miles with an average pace of 3.3 miles per hour. Good, I can still walk after all! Today I got up early to get my walk in before Bruce had to leave for work. I tentatively started out at 3.3 mph average. So far so good, no pain. About a mile into my walk, I noticed a woman walking in the same direction, a few blocks ahead of me. I didn't really consciously think about it, but I just assumed I would pass her up. I always pass up everyone when I walk. I just walk faster than everybody else. It's not like I try to pass them, I just do. I totally wasn't thinking about it at all, until after about half of a mile. I realized that I wasn't gaining on her. For the first time it occurred to me that this was a totally new thing. I've never not passed anyone before (at least not walking). Now I began to think about it, and it bothered me. I had a John, or a Bruce moment. "Well, I'll be hanged if I get out walked by anyone!" So, I picked up the pace. Glory be, I felt good!! No pain! I picked up the pace some more. I was determined to pass this lady up. Silly, I know, but oh well. So it went. I was gaining on her. I got within two blocks of her. I got within one block of her. I got to where she was only a couple of houses ahead of me. I would pass her up in the next block. She turned. My normal path did not turn. Now, I may have turned into a competitive silly head at this time, but a stalker I am not. I had nearly reached the point where I'd have to turn around anyway to make it home before Bruce had to leave for work. I thought it would look really silly for me to walk so fast that I looked like an utter maniac, only to pass her and then abruptly turn around. I went straight, as usual. Darn! I really wanted to pass her. Oh well, I would have, if she wouldn't have turned. I did keep up my maniac pace all the way home though. It felt so good! I actually got sweaty, and red in the face! After about 1.5 miles of 3.3 average mph, I managed to pull off a 3.7 average over the total course of just over 4 miles. Thank you Miss Rabbit Lady!! My workout for the next 3 weeks may be a far cry from my former glory, but at least I know that I can still do something!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Laughing is just easier.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Here's a little thing I put together, just for the heck of it. I actually have a bunch more of these type of pictures. But, I figured, "How much time can you stand to watch people sleep?" So, I went for a short video. Hope you like!
On a side note, it amazes me how many ugly couches I have been through! -Ha ha!
Monday, June 02, 2008
And just for those of you who don't see me everyday, and can't vouch for the fact that I have not turned into a complete and utter cow, here is a picture of me taken today -the same evening as the nasty, yucky, disgusting, horrid ankle pictures.
Pregnancy stinks!! Yes, I know comparatively, I still have it easier than most, for which I am extremely grateful. (I'm too much of a wuss to be able to deal with some of you other women's pregnancies!) But, I will be very glad to be done with it none the less.