Pray!

I've written about Tricia and Nate Lawrenson before.

Tricia has CF and has been in the hospital at Duke for over three months waiting for a lung transplant. In January, she gave birth to their miracle, micro preemie baby Gwyneth. Without a lung transplant, Tricia will probably not live longer than a few more months.

A few minutes ago, Nate posted that they got the go ahead and are prepping Tricia for surgery. Please join me in lifting this family up in prayer.

I thought I could live without a microwave

For several months, I have contemplated getting rid of the giant microwave that takes up way too much room in my counter space challenged kitchen. For one thing, microwaves scare me a little. I mean how does that thing work? Plus, I don't use it very much. I never reheat or thaw meat in it because I think it gives it a weird texture and taste. We don't even make microwave popcorn anymore. (Have you read the ingredients? They're scary.)

I kept asking myself, "Self, do you really need a 2'x2' box on your counter to cook frozen vegetables?" That seems almost as silly as having your own personal chicken rotisserie or smoothie machine (If any of you have a chicken rotisserie or smoothie machine, I do not mean to offend. I'm sure they are very cool and that you get lots of use out of them. At my house, they would be silly things to have.)

I've come really close to Freecycling it, but since I have a hard time parting with things (read between the lines, I'm a pack rat), it has continued to live on my counter. Until last night.

Last night, as I was heating a bag of frozen corn, there was a flash of light and a loud popping noise and then silence. The microwave died.

Hallelujah, I thought! Now I can throw it out! And I did. It went right out to the trash and I admired my new counter space.

Then, a new day started.

At 8:30, I poured a cold cup of coffee into my mug and turned to the microwave. It was gone. How does one heat their coffee? In a pot on the stove? Considering that the pot from last nights corn is still in the sink, I think not. I drank my second cup of coffee cold.

At 11:30, I began to contemplate lunch. Hmmm...a frozen quesadilla from trader Joe's? Sounds yummy. Dang, I always zap those for 30 seconds so that they don't take 50 minutes to cook in the toaster oven. I ate peanut butter and jelly.

I think I used that microwave more than I realized. I guess she will have to be replaced after all. Maybe by a cute, small, red one.

My Peter Pan

I'm home alone tonight. I was just getting ready to sit down and watch Atonement when I heard Sam upstairs crying. Afraid he would wake Grace, I bolted off of the couch to check on him. I found him sitting up in bed, crying and saying all kinds of nonsensical things. He was actually still sleeping.

I held him and told him everything was okay. Then I started to understand him. He was repeating "I don't want to grow up, I don't want to get big!" over and over. I assured him he was going to be little for a very long time. He said, "okay" and flopped back onto his pillow. And snored.

I left his room with a smile on my face and a little longing in my heart. If only it were true. If only my little man really would be little for a very long time.

Ahhhhh.....

It's 60 degrees here today. Granted, there are hurricane like winds that make playing outside a little scary, but it was wonderful to take my greasy eyed kids outside for some fresh air!

Thanks for all the pink eye advice. We all ended up with it. Who could have guessed that Grace can close her eyes even more tightly than Sam when she sees me coming with that little tube? Fun times.

Advice needed....

I'm 99% sure that Sam has conjunctivitis. I decided to get a head start on treating it and just attempted to put the ointment in his eyes. Yeah, right.

He closed his eyes so tightly that I'm not sure if any if it actually got on his eye ball. Is there a trick to doing this? Is it enough to smear it all over their eyelid (meaning, will some of it work it's way into the eye?) I'm planning to do it again when he falls asleep but any suggestions on getting it in during the day would be oh so appreciated...

True Jeans Giveaway

Those of you who know me in real life, know that I have a gift for finding a great deal. This "gift", has brought many lovely things into my life. A new, $900 Pottery Barn area rug for $200, A three month old, $3,000 Pottery Barn sectional for $800, my $1,500 Nicole Miller wedding gown for $30. If I do say so myself, I'm good.

I'm bad too. As a result of my love for a bargain, I have a fair amount of not so great fitting clothes that I bought simply because they were such a great deal. I'm working on it though, and I've gotten better. Over the last two years, I've adopted the Oprahism of "Would I want it if it were full price?". Usually, the answer is no.

That being said, I probably own 10 pairs of jeans, all purchased on sale, before having children or at some point shortly after. I don't like how any of them look and so, most days, I reach for my Yoga pants. I thought that looking good in jeans was another casualty of mommyhood until I tried on a pair of my friend Christina's 7 for All Mankind jeans. It was right before I got pregnant with Grace. I was back to my pre-baby weight, but not my pre-baby bod and those jeans looked amazing on me. My butt, was back where it belonged. The waist band was in the right place, eliminating my "muffin top". I vowed to get a pair. I began the hunt. I tried on 100 pairs of designer jeans. I fell in love over and over but I couldn't pull the trigger. $150 plus for jeans? Crazy. I told myself one pair of $200 jeans that are worn every day is worth it and better than 10 pairs of $20 jeans. I still couldn't do it.

Then I was pregnant again and my quest ended. I still want a pair though. I've been telling myself that as soon as I lose the last 5 pounds, it's off to Nordstrom I go....who am I kidding though? I'll never spend $200 on jeans.

Imagine my delight when I learned that 5 Minutes for Mom is giving away a $200 gift certificate for True Jeans! Excited? Just a little. I could spend that gift certificate in a heart beat. I wouldn't even wait to lose those last 5 pounds.

"Rosanna, He's Alive!"

That's what Sam has been singing for the last week. He is insistent that these are the correct words. Hosanna? No, "that's silly."

Nothing like a Cadbury Eggs for breakfast!

Ready for church!
Fondu...
is
SO
Good!
Meet the Easter Bunny!

AKA "scary monster"
AKA...Grandma

Hope that everyone had a wonderful day.