Friday, July 25, 2008
I love my new skin- Burfitt! If only I actually had that cute outfit!
I just woke up from a nap. It was the kind that I had to force myself awake, and I now feel groggy and I'm wondering if it's going to last for the rest of the day. However, there was no choice. I had to take a nap. I worked hard at the gym today and my limbs were so tired
I waiting for Adriel to wake up now. (I dont like him to sleep longer than two hours these days) I'm hoping that with the door open and the clicks of my typing right outside the door will help him come to. When I actually have to wake him myself, it's ugly. Usually because he's in the groggy state too, and he doesnt want to wake up. Once he finally IS awake he's really whiney and will have the kind of fits where his legs kick, all the while I don't even know what's wrong with him, because there's nothing visibly wrong. That can sometimes carry through to the rest of the day. My head is foggy.
I wish I had interesting things to talk about. I can't even really remember what I did yesterday. Sorry I can't think of anything to write about right now. I guess I need to wake up more.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 2:37 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Gritty Grit-too-some So it's Wednesday morning and it's actually overcast. What is this? And oddly, I don't mind because we have been spoiled with so much sun, the odd overcast day is OK by me. Adriel is singing loud songs to himself and as long as don't draw his attention to me, I may be able to write somewhat of a quick post.
Last night was grandpa's party. There was food and there were kids running about and there were late people- all the usual things that make up a Clarke family pot-luck. It was nice. Grandpa seemed to enjoy himself and it was fun looking at the slides of him as a young buck. And who knew Duncan had his funny 70's stylish days with a hairstyle that's considered trendy right now and a paisley shirt? Actually, I found his pictures the most amusing. Grandpa was handsome and Grandma B was always looking stylish for her times. She had the bouffant hair that a certain Amy is familiar with in the 60's for example. And Rene was beautiful too. And Mom. Mom always looks the same. There was a picture of her as a teenager with short hair. She looked the same as now. She's aged so nicely. There were many cute pictures of Andrea, Doug, John and Layne and Mom and Dad as a young couple. After that, the rest of us had a few here or there. There was one of me as an actual baby! I've never seen me that young before in a close up picture. I was chubby and looked a lot like Adriel did. (no surprise there, I guess)
Before the big event, Mom was at my house. She came over to get her hair done in the morning and ended up staying all day. It was nice. She did things like help me clean the house (someone was coming to look at it) and play with Adriel and make a mother load of perogies with onions and bacon. She told me about the talk that she gave on Sunday about patience and of course had so many wise and insightful things to say. Mom's one of those spiritual giants that just blows me away. She so deep and her faith is so strong. Sometimes I feel surprised that I'm her daughter because I dont even come close to comparing. She really is one of those people who has taken all the hard things and trials in her life and used them to become stronger and more refined.
Mom had phoned Dad to ask him to bring a card for grandpa. One for her and one for me. He showed up with very dad-style cards, thinking of course that he was hilarious. The first one said "On your birthday, there's no way to tell you just how valuable you are." and on the inside "But the Antiques Roadshow is coming to town- they'll be able to give you an estimate" The other one said "Many years ago, a woman gave birth to a sweet innocent bundle of joy..." and on the inside "What the hell happened?" Both were cards that would be perfect to give to Dad in his old age, but Grandpa? Can you imagine mom giving grandpa the what the hell happened card?? She ended up getting a blank card from Ann. I gave grandpa the antique one. Ah well, I suppose I wasn't the sweet little grand daughter. It probably reminded him of the summer I was rotten.
Now I'm sad that Mom and Dad are gone so fast and Layne's boys are gone again for another year. But at least my birthday is coming up and it's bathtub week end (I almost wrote bethtub ha ha) which could have some fun in its path. no?
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:13 AM
Sunday, July 13, 2008
There it is, me at 17 weeks or around 4 months pregnant. I don't know if you can really tell about my hair but what have you?
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:39 PM
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I'm tired. It's been a long day. I'm trying a new bedtime routine with Adriel. We'll see how it goes...
I have yet another skin tag-related story to tell. It doesn't mean I'm obsessed. It just means I have a son who is fascinated by my many moles and likes to pretend he has them too. Like take the ones on my neck for example. He now points to his own neck and says mole, as if he really believes and wants to have one there too. Yesterday we were out playing in our yard and pool and Adriel was topless, as boys tend to be when they swim. We were sitting out in the sun and he started rubbing his hands up and down his torso and then he stopped, in curiosity, over his nipple region. His fingers lingered there a while and then he said in his high cute little voice "Mole, mommy! Mole! Mommy look, Adriel's mole." He's so cute and funny, and I can't help but feel flattered that he loves me and wants to be like me so much that even the parts of myself that I consider unattractive, he admires. It really is one of the special parts of being a mom. When your children are so young and innocent, they arent aware of any faults. Adriel doesnt care about my hair, or how dumb my bangs look (which can be pretty dumb these days) or if I'm chubby or if I stink. That's special. I don't want him to grow up and be aware of those things. I love being his most favourite person.
I coloured my hair on Monday. It had been 5 months! I was proud of myself for going that long. I decided I'd like to be a little blonder for summer with some brown and red. I definitely have blonde going on but I'm not sure if I look like a blonde. Its more brown to me than blonde because of the brown. Not a problem though. I like it and its just a semi permanent which will fade out in no time. My hair always fades. This time I had left it so long it was pretty close to my natural on top. I know I've been going on about my hair, but I have one more thing to point out. I'ts been doing this wavy thing lately and I've been enjoying it. For the past few weeks I've felt really tempted to cut it off, but it may have passed.
Ok I'm done with the hair talk.
Oh P.S. Kyle still hasnt noticed. Friends have but not him (about my recent colour change)
I attempted to play soccer last night with Layne's boys and some others. Apparently I shouldnt try sprinting at 4 months pregnant either. It hurts. In the groinal region. I just didnt want to say no. I love soccer that much. Plus I thought that since I'm not that pregnant yet and I'm only showing a little bit it might be ok. Well it wasnt. I learned my lesson.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 8:53 PM