I wanted to post this so I never forget it. This is an article about my dad written by his friend.
Monday, 18 May 2015
I wanted to post this so I never forget it. This is an article about my dad written by his friend.
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
I wanted to post this article about a mama really being a citizen journalist for all of us who find it hard to find modest clothing for our little girls. I'm so glad she did this and so glad Target is listening! I'm hoping more stores follow their lead (assuming they will follow through).
Here is the original blog post with the letter she sent to Target. She had close to 20K comments on her FB and blog. There are obviously lots of other moms who feel the same way as she does!
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
I feel old...like, really old. My son is playing football, and I got one of those little buttons to wear with his picture on it. I'm not kidding when I say that it feels like yesterday when my mom was wearing a button with my face on it (not for football). He is huge. He is a 14 year old with an 18 year old body. Must be all that non-organic milk I gave him for years before I knew any better. Anyway, none of this is really the point of this post. The point is this. I don't like t-shirts. I mean, I like t-shirts, but only to sleep in or do yard work in. There was a time (college) when I wore them daily. But this is the real world and it's time to wear big girl clothes. So when you have a kid playing sports for a school or organization, people wear the gear with the team name across the front. This is all fine and dandy, and I'm not judging people for wearing these things...but it's not for me. It really is a deep issue for me, and it's one I'm afraid I've inadvertently passed along to my daughter. See, when I wear a t-shirt (which first of all does nothing for your figure), I would probably put it on with jeans. But that would mean I would have to wear something like tennis shoes with jeans, and that just doesn't work in my mind. The other option would be to wear the t-shirt with maybe yoga pants? But that actually breaks all sorts of rules in my book. One being that you should only wear yoga pants if you are going to yoga (unless you are this guy), and two being that LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. So that idea is out of the question as well.
During basketball season last year, I realized that I needed to increase the navy and gold in my wardrobe. So I picked up a few things here and there (pic #1 bought the tank from Lizard Thicket and pic #2 bought the blazer from Goodwill. pic #3 bought the tunic from Lizard Thicket on the clearance rack). I mixed and matched with things I already had all season, and managed to not wear a t-shirt all season. When it came time to go to the national tournament in Missouri, I had to go out and buy a few things. But I successfully came up with 5 outfits for 5 days of basketball with blue and gold. I know I'm super delayed in this post, but one of the mamas there said I should post about it with pics of all my outfits, so here it is. All of these were worn with jeans and boots or flats...not sneakers.
So now that it's football season (luckily, we are navy, white and gray), I will need to pull together some other outfits. I can use some of my navy digs for football that I wore during basketball season. I will tell you that I ordered myself a Warriors t-shirt for next season (insert cringe here). The reason I did, is because it sounded cute on the order form. It is long-sleeved and "ladies cut." So I'm hoping it's cute-ish and I can wear it and feel decent in it.
Stay tuned for football pictures as the season progresses.
Thursday, 5 June 2014
Sunday, 11 May 2014
We have a very sweet and funny Vietnamese priest at our parish. As he kept referring to today's holiday, it sounded like he was saying "Happy Martyr's Day" instead of "Happy Mother's Day." Then I got to thinking that maybe Fr. Tran doesn't have it all that wrong? As I got home and had to fold the mountains of laundry in my room, I KNOW he was right. No, seriously, Happy Mother's Day to all of you. Today has been wonderful and my hubby has spoiled me with two delicious home cooked meals and took whiny kids out of mass so I could pray :) God is good and I'm so grateful for my family. And grateful that we have mountains of clothes for me to fold. We are truly blessed!!
Monday, 5 May 2014
Here we are, 5 months after the birth of my sweet angel girl, and I haven't recorded the story of her birth. The details are already getting blurry, so here it is.
It was Thanksgiving Day and we were so glad to all be home as a family. I was due November 22 and we weren't sure where we would be for Thanksgiving; home or the hospital. Here it was, November 28th, Thanksgiving Day, and since I was feeling nothing, the answer was clear that home it was! So I got up and went to mass by myself (such a rare treat). I was really in a good place of knowing I was where God wanted me, and that baby would come when it was good and ready. After mass, I went home and helped Tadd get lunch on the table. Tadd had worked to prepare a very delicious meal. We pulled out our wedding china and crystal and did it up right. This was fun for the kids as we rarely have a "fancy meal."
After lunch, I was doing dishes. Lots of washing since I needed to hand wash all of the nice dishes! And I felt it. A good contraction. In the previous weeks, I had been up twice timing contractions and both times they ended up being false labor. When I had that first contraction, I thought, "how could I not have known that was false labor...this hurts and it's the real deal!" I didn't say anything yet, but just kept working and let them start coming. After I was done with the kitchen, I told Tadd that I was feeling some pain and we called my mom. It was about 1 or 2:00 in the afternoon and contractions were not regular, but painful. My mom was in the middle of lunch in Alabama with my uncle and his family. We decided that due to my past long labors, she could wait to drive up the next day (if I was actually in labor).
We timed contractions starting about 4:00 and they were all over the place. I wasn't sure what to think. You would think with the 4th kid, I would know if it was really labor, but nope. I wasn't sure. By 7:00, they were 11-13 minutes apart. I texted my nurse (may I suggest that you make friends with your OB nurse?). She's the best. She told me to keep timing them and then informed me that my Doctor was not on call. This was heartbreaking for me. He only has one Doctor working for him and she usually only takes a few nights a month call for him. Another reason for me to release control to God. Not something I could do anything about...ugh...I hate that! By 9:00, contractions were 6-7 minutes apart. I had been in and out of the bathtub and bounced on the exercise ball. I talked to Missy (nurse) again and she told me my Dr. Sizemore was going to meet me at the hospital and to text him when I was on my way. Isn't he great!!! He wasn't on call and still came anyway!
I had been texting my bestie, Mary, and she was in Indiana for Thanksgiving. Since we decided my mom shouldn't come (and now we knew the baby was coming), Mary decided to come home to help me with the kids. She's amazing. She turned around when she was almost at her hotel and came back to Tennessee.
By now, it was about 10:30 pm. I was good hanging out at home and was in pain, but was managing it. Tadd came storming in the bedroom with his coat on, bag on shoulder and keys in hand. He said, "Let's go to the hospital. I've done this with you before and I know that look on your face...it's time to go." I didn't want to go, but wasn't in the mood to argue. As you can see from the screen shot from my handy dandy contraction timer app on my phone, I see why he wanted to go. They were 2-5 minutes apart. So we texted Dr. Sizemore and he said he was already on his way in.
Mary and Brian got in town just in time. Brian and their boys came to my house to spend the night with the kids (who were sleeping by now). Tadd and I got to the hospital at 11:00 pm and while we were registering, Mary comes storming in with a pillow and blanket. She said she'd be there in the waiting room all night waiting for the arrival of our baby! The lady registering me told her she didn't have to wait in the ER waiting room, but directed her upstairs to the labor and delivery floor. Mary laughs when she says that if she were me at this point in labor, she'd have been screaming and freaking out. I was in a zone. I had my earbuds in and eyes closed. The next few hours are a bit of a blur. I just know that I ended up in a bed in labor and delivery. And I also know that they ask you entirely to many questions when you get to the hospital. I really have no idea what I said to those people. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone and be quiet. I was really seeing the benefit of a home birth at this point. Dr. Sizemore came in and immediately made me feel like I could do this! He has this presence about him. Can't explain it. I think it is the Holy Spirit in him, honestly. So he checked me and I was 7-8 cm dilated. Not as far along as I felt, but all was good. I got up to go to the bathroom and couldn't. I was in so much pain I couldn't even get up. The nurse kept wanting me to get up, or change positions, but I couldn't. It hurt too much. I would've loved a tub at this point, but no go at the hospital. I was in my zone though still with my earbuds in. About an hour later, I was just about all the way there. Almost 10 cm. The contractions were just non-stop it felt like at this point. Not really, but it felt that way. I asked if I could start pushing and they said yes and called the Doctor in. It was a little after midnight. I pushed and pushed for awhile, and the nurses and doctor and Tadd were all so encouraging and told me how great I was doing (one earbud in at this point so I could hear what Dr. S was saying). But after about an hour, I got to the point where I needed to know exactly what to do to get this baby OUT!!! I was exhausted and the pressure was so intense that I didn't know when I was actually having a contraction or not. They had to tell me when to push!! I told the Dr. to please get this baby out. He said if I followed his directions, we would meet our baby in just a few more pushes. I yanked my earbud out and said, "Ok, Let's do this!" The song "Hello World" by Lady Antebellum was playing when I did this and looking back, it was so appropriate! He guided me and coached me, and two pushes later, he held up my baby girl. We all thought it would be a boy (doctor and nurses included), so we were shocked to meet our black haired beauty. Cecilia Jane. Due on St. Cecilia's feast day, but came in her own time. November 29th at 1:49 a.m. 8lb 6 oz 21 inches long. A perfect gift from God. St. Cecilia, Pray for us!