Christmas Praise Night

Every year our church has a Christmas Praise night where members of the church family sing Christmas carols, read the Nativity story or perform Christmas songs. At the end of the night, we all stand around the church with candles as we sing Christmas songs.

This year, Phil, Tommy and I read “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Here’s a picture:

You can’t see it here, but Tommy was trying SO HARD to eat the book 😛 Or maybe he was truly captivated by the pictures…

Probably not.

Anyway it was a lot of fun and I hope to make it a tradition, at least until he’s too embarassed by his parents to go up on stage in front of the church.


Five for Friday

Because every one else is doing it, I figured hey, why not jump on the fun bandwagon 🙂

Plus, I’ve been a poor excuse for a blogger lately and this gives me something to actually write about.

1) Is it seriously Christmas next week? Hmm. Well good thing hubby dearest is the one wrapping presents.

Also, I wrap like an eight-year-old, so I’m glad I have a husband who likes to be absolutely precise on stuff like that.

2) So, at 6 months old, Thomas is in 12 month clothes because he is ginormo-baby. I did not realize this when I bought the outfit below for his first birthday.

Actually, only the shirt is part of the outfit. The pants that came with it were shorts and since it’s the middle of December in Ohio, that wasn’t going to work. Ah well. At least he has a cute shirt. And I get all excited seeing his name on it even though it’s because it’s a Thomas the Tank Engine shirt.

(And yes, Thomas the Tank is another nickname I have for him, because he is, well, a tank!)

3) Phil, a.k.a. the hubby, has been working from home half the week. Long story short, our dog has diabetes and has had to go to the vet every other day to get his sugar checked. I am very thankful he has a job that lets him do this because trying to juggle a squirmy 6 month old and a stubborn 25 pound dog would have been a NIGHTMARE.

4) Thomas is not a fan of avocado. He’s done well with everything else we’ve tried him on, but avocado is a disaster. He eats about half a tablespoon but gives me the stink eye the entire time before he just pulls back and cries.

I am determined to make sure though he doesn’t become one of those kids that only eats hot dogs and mac and cheese. I hope this doesn’t backfire 😛

5) This past week, my critique group met for a story planning session. Basically, we talk about our stories and ask (or beg) for help in places where we get stuck. Normally I get all nervous talking about my writing in front of others, but this helped tremendously. Now I am no longer completely lost.

Also, a friend from the group told me yesterday that after I left (had to leave early, being a momma and all) they all talked about how much they loved my writing and how I needed more confidence in it. That made me smile 🙂

Ok that’s it for me this week. 🙂

Roll, Baby, Roll!

Gone are the days of the stationary baby.

I used to be able to leave Thomas on the floor for a minute while I ran to the bathroom. No longer.

He can’t crawl yet, but boy that kid can roll! I put him on his blanket and within 10 seconds he’s off it and halfway to the dining room. When he has his floor time, I have floor time too, because I have to chase him before he rolls into a wall, a table leg, the dog’s behind…(that last one happened last night. Seriously, inches from the dog’s butt).

I’m thankful for that exersaucer because at least I can put him in that and sit on the couch or take a bathroom break without worrying about what he’ll roll into while I’m gone for that brief moment.

I guess that’s just a taste of what’s to come. 😛

Happy Half Birthday!

Thomas turned six months yesterday. Amazing how fast time goes. It seriously seems like just yesterday I was pregnant with him.

Anyway, here’s a little video of him. Apologies for the shaky camera-work, he still hasn’t mastered sitting up and not flinging himself backwards with all of his strength 😛

As Grandpa used to say: “Oy Vey.”

There are no other words.

It’s only the second day of December and things are falling apart. First, I get word from my mom that hospice is being called in for my grandma. She’s been in the nursing home for three years now since her stroke and now she has a slow bleed on the brain. No one’s exactly sure how long she has, but in six months it’s certain she’ll be up in Heaven with Grandpa.

I can’t say I’m surprised. I had a feeling when we went up over Thanksgiving and she took me aside in one of her rare moments of cognizance and told me how she hopes Tommy will become a “strong, handsome, well behaved gentleman.” After I left I bawled.

As I started to come to terms with it, another issue arose at home: my special needs dog was diagnosed with diabetes.

The poor thing has canine dwarfism–something that one vet said is a “once in a career” thing. He’s only three yet he acts like a senior dog because of all the issues they have. His hind legs don’t work well anymore (he stumbles up the steps to go outside), he has little to no energy most days, his belly is bloated because he doesn’t exercise…and recently the poor thing was drinking two full bowls of water a day (when he’s only 22 pounds) and thus having accidents because he had to pee every 30 minutes.

Now he’s stuck at the vet for the weekend because his blood sugar was so high, they have to regulate it. And on Monday, they get to tell me how to give him insulin.

That’s just wonderful.

And of course there’s other family issues going on with my sis-in-law and her crazy and abusive ex-husband who’s going to trial (that story is too long to get into). I just hope that has a good outcome in the end.

Looks like 2011 is going out with a bang…and not the good kind.

Oy vey.