Free Time

You'll see how cute that title really is in just a minute...and how cute the phrase 'just a minute' is...although that one was completely unintentional...and then you'll wonder why I started out with this explanation because it's pretty obvious...aaaanywho...moving on...

Is it just me, or has 2009 totally flown by? I can't believe I feel that way since I spent most of it being pregant. But truly, it seems as though we just celebrated the New Year and here we are gearing up to welcome in 2010. And just this week I took my baby in for his 2-MONTH check-up. I don't remember saying he could grow up. Oh well, now he fits in with my other kids who don't listen to me.

I've heard it said that the only thing we all have in common is time. We are each given 24 hours a day and it's up to us what we do with it. Somedays I spend it really well, other days I completely waste it. Other days I just plain ol' lose track of it.

So, why all this yappin' about time? Because for the first time ever Good To Be Me is hosting a giveaway! You know those lovely beaded watches with interchangeable faces and bands that are rapidly gaining popularity among the with it and hip? Well, you have a chance to win one!

Good To Be Me had teamed up with Crazy Daisy Jewelry to give one lucky reader their very own beaded watch! All you have to do is visit Crazy Daisy Jewelry's website, then come back to this post and leave a comment telling me which watch you want to win. I'll leave comments open until 10:00PM MST on Tuesday, December 8. The winner will be chosen at random by an unbiased source (read: A 2-year old will pull your printed comment out of a bowl).

These are the two bands that I own and love. Both are from Crazy Daisy Jewelry.

And guys, this would be a smart giveaway for you to enter. You may not want a ladies watch, but chances are you know a lady, and chances are you need a Christmas gift for a certain lady, and I'm positive that lady would want one of these watches. I know because I asked her.

(If you're reading this on Facebook, you'll have to visit the actual post on my blog to leave a comment and be entered in the giveaway.)

The Trickle-Down Tomboy Effect

Ok, so I spent a lot of time around family this weekend and 1 thing I noticed is that my daughter is not very girly. I watched her play with her girl cousins, some of whom will rarely wear anything but a skirt. And at one point one of my neices was terribly distraught over the fact that her dress was not twirly enough. I give Kenley credit for just knowing what a dress is!



I guess it was destined to happen. I am the single female out of 7 children and I have a long way to go on the being a lady front. And I'm her main femenine influence. The odds are stacked against her. But I know one thing that could really help! The Polka Dot Daisy is having another fantastic giveaway with adorable, Christmas GIRLY accessories!



I am especially in love with the Peppermint tutu and think it could work wonders as I try to teach Kenley how to effectively twirl. There may be hope for us yet!

Another Jack Attack

I'd say I remained surprisingly cool as I shampooed blue marker out of our cream carpet. Jack should be ready to leave his room in about 4 years...when it's time to go to school.

I Was Possessed

This morning I went for a run. Okay, a jog...or maybe...I'm not sure what to call it, but I was out there. I've never been a runner or even one who exercises regularly so I set short, realistic, attainable goals; such as, "just run until the sidewalk curves", "make it to the Stop sign", "run in front of so-and-so's house in case she's awake and looking out her window so you'll have a witness".

Taking an idea from Audrey, here are a few of my thoughts.

*being able to breath through your nose is a desirable ability
*maybe running in the cold morning air with a sinus infection on the horizon isn't the best idea
*back pain and the fact that I'm nursing my baby may make this morning's jaunt a singular event
*I did better than I thought I would, probably because I ran and walked intermittently
*I'll have to make sure my iPod is charged if I go out again
*I really need to work on breathing (are burning lungs normal?)

Overall, more complaints than anything, but it was my first time and I'm just six weeks out from having surgery. Maybe I'll go out again, maybe not. It would help to have company, but I'm sure I'd slow anybody else down. Perhaps I'll get a turtle.

Portrait

Yesterday Isaac and I were in my room when I found his school pictures. "We keep forgetting to hand these out," I tell him.

"Are we going to have a yard sale with my pictures?"

"You think people would pay money for a picture of you?"

"Yeah."

"Why would someone pay money for a picture of you? You're not even famous."

"Yes, I am! One time I played twenty-three pianos at the same time!"

Adult Supervision Required

Sometimes I wonder what I do all day. Seriously, like where did the hours of 10 AM - 2 PM go? I'd like to say that I spend them doing something productive, but looking around my house there is plenty of evidence to the contrary. In fact, the evidence seems to be mounding exponentially. I have a condition called Fibromyalgia and sometime go into what is known as a Fibro-fog, but I can only fall back on that excuse so often. Most days, I have no explaination.

Take the other day for example. I heard Hewitt crying in my bedroom. I went in there to see Jack trying to look innocent while standing over the bassinet. I fully expected to lift my crying baby out of his resting place, but guess what...the bassinet was empty. Jack had tried to "help" him out of his blanket and ended up rolling him right out of his bed and onto the floor like a meatball off a mound of spaghetti.

Not long after that I decided to bathe both Kenley and Jack. While they were bathing I went into my bedroom, which is adjacent to the bathroom, to fold laundry. I heard lots of splashing and went in to check on them. They had decided to take a bubble bath...by pouring all the shampoo into the tub. Seriously, it was a brand new bottle of shampoo! The water was so thick with suds I had to drain it and spray them down with the shower head.

Later that day I came into my front room and found that Jack had relocated an entire tube of lipstick (which begs the question, "why do I even own lipstick?") from inside my purse to all over my wood floor and newly shampooed cream carpet!

Then the next day Jack found a tub of vaseline and decided it would do wonders on the walls and carpet in his bedroom. I may have lost conciousness at some point because I really don't know how I handled it. He's still alive, so it couldn't have been all that bad.

Now that I think about it, there's one common factor in all of this...Jack. And all I can think to do is look at him and ask, "Where is your mother?"

And the Light Turns On

After church we like to try and have the kids give us a recap about what they learned during Primary over dinner. Isaac was happy to share that he learned about 4 ways to communicate, "Ya know, revolution, computer, telephone and letters."

That's when Jeremiah and I gave each other blank stares, stifled laughter and then turned to Isaac, asking in unison, "Revolution?"

"Yeah, ya know...revolution?" He asks with a look of "DUH" streaming out of his eyeballs.

So Jeremiah asked, "Can you give me an example of revolution?"

Isaac, getting annoyed, pointed up and said, "Jesus!"

That's when the answer, and the irony, hit us both...REVELATION!