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Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
1st Days!
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| 1st Dance Class!!!! |
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| She loves to dance! |
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| She is head and shoulders taller than the rest of the class. |
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| I LOVE the way she has her hand on her hip just like Erica! |
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| 1st day of nursery school! |
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| The FACE! |
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| Hugs from Mommy! |
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| Silly Faces! |
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| Goofballs |
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| It's easier to get a "good" picture when we make silly faces |
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| Her cubby |
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| It's easy to find your name when you get there last:) |
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| Maddie, Lindsey, and Gabbi. Apparently none of them have ever had a picture taken. This was the best I could get. |
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Great Expectations
Most people would say it's a good idea to "shoot for the moon." I disagree. The problem with shooting for the moon is that you rarely actually reach it, and frankly, it's a long way down. Now before you go thinking that I'm a pessimist that just isn't true. I'm a realist (aka what pessimists call themselves). In our adoption path I am planning for longest possible wait. Yes, we could have our baby by Christmas but I prefer to hope we'll have our baby by next Christmas and then if we our home by next Spring I am pleasantly surprised. Those are the kind of surprises I like. Pleasantly surprised surprises.
You see even though I am a realist that is not my inclination. I have had to teach myself that skill. I am naturally inclined to assume the best. The very, very best. For example, if George says, "We are going away, but the destination is a surprise." I immediately assume we are going to a tropical island, specifically one of those huts on the water in Bora Bora, when he is talking about camping in the Poconos. Therefore, I am disappointed.
Unfortunately this trait seems to be hereditary. After six years we have finally learned to stop saying to Christin, "We are going somewhere special today!" She always assumes it is Disney World when usually it is the zoo. We weren't sure that Lindsey had caught this particular trait until last week. Mom came to pick up Lindsey for the library. She foolishly said those six little words, "I have a surprise for you!" Lindsey said, "what" Mom, "We are going somewhere." With a level of enthusiasm that only Lindsey can attain she said, "Skydiving?!?!?!" They were going to get water-ice. Where my two and half year old even came up with the notion that her Nana was going to take her skydiving I will never know. I don't even know where she has heard of skydiving. What I do know is that we will never say to her, "We are going somewhere special today!"
You see even though I am a realist that is not my inclination. I have had to teach myself that skill. I am naturally inclined to assume the best. The very, very best. For example, if George says, "We are going away, but the destination is a surprise." I immediately assume we are going to a tropical island, specifically one of those huts on the water in Bora Bora, when he is talking about camping in the Poconos. Therefore, I am disappointed.
Unfortunately this trait seems to be hereditary. After six years we have finally learned to stop saying to Christin, "We are going somewhere special today!" She always assumes it is Disney World when usually it is the zoo. We weren't sure that Lindsey had caught this particular trait until last week. Mom came to pick up Lindsey for the library. She foolishly said those six little words, "I have a surprise for you!" Lindsey said, "what" Mom, "We are going somewhere." With a level of enthusiasm that only Lindsey can attain she said, "Skydiving?!?!?!" They were going to get water-ice. Where my two and half year old even came up with the notion that her Nana was going to take her skydiving I will never know. I don't even know where she has heard of skydiving. What I do know is that we will never say to her, "We are going somewhere special today!"
Monday, March 29, 2010
Momma has a Meltdown
Have you ever had one of those days where you are a complete wreck for no apparent (or hormonal) reason? It's kind of an out of body experience. Let me tell you about mine.
For our homestudy I have to have a physical. I have been to a regular doctor exactly one time since I got married. That was at the shore. So I had to find a doctor. I found one, scheduled an appointment, realized it wouldn't work, called back and rescheduled for today, early. I showed up at the doctor's office at 7:45am for my 8am appointment. As I pulled in my cell phone rang. It was George telling me my appointment had been canceled. I went in anyway and was told I would have to sit there until 8 when they opened their window to reschedule my appointment. That ticked me off so I went home and called at 8. Guess what? They don't answer the phone til nine. I may be done with them. I haven't decided.
So for whatever reason this really made my day crappy. I was tired and cranky for most of the morning.
I had to suck it up though and head to see my favorite Irish doctor. I was looking forward to the relaxing environment of the waiting room: the candles, tea, cookies and the greeting of, "Shannon, my love, how are you?!?!?" I didn't realize how apprehensive I was about going back there until I was on my way. I started realizing that I was usually pregnant when I was there and I wasn't this time and probably never would be again but I pushed it down knowing that my obgyn would make me feel better (I know it sounds weird but I adore the woman) Anyway, I walked in and gave my name to a girl I'd never seen before. She said, "Oh I tried to call you and tell you we had to cancel your appointment but the line was busy" Commence breakdown. I said, "When did you call?" her, "March 17" Me, "AND YOU NEVER CALLED BACK!" She said, "Well, we called three times and it was busy every time. If you could see the list of people I have to call. I can't just keep calling people. Sorry. I can reschedule you for the end of June" I made sure my number we correct and gave them my cell phone and got out of there just as I started to cry. I was soooooo frustrated I just started driving home when I realized I was supposed to pick up a prescription. I pulled myself back together. Turned around and went back in to demand my prescription. I expected the girl to give me an attitude but instead she apologized saying she had had a bad day. I said, "me too" and started to cry just a little. That's when Patti, the midwife walked in. She asked what was wrong. When I told her I was fine she said, "Shannon, your standing in the window crying! What are you doing?!?! Come back here!" I put my head down and plowed through the crowded waiting room to the back where Patti put her arm around me while I tried to convince her, between sobs, that, "I [sob] really [sob] am [sob] fine. I ddddddon't [sob] know [sob] what [sob] my pppproblem is." The whole time I was sitting there I felt like such a dork! I was so embarrassed to be crying like that and I still don't really know why. I went in there expecting to tell them all how great I was doing and instead I was having a complete break down.
Well, you've heard that the squeaky wheel gets the oil? Apparently so does the sobbing nut case. The receptionist brought me in several months of free prescriptions and Patti told her to schedule me an appointment. When the girl said, "We don't have anything until the end of June" Patti said, "I think we've inconvenienced her enough, make something, and soon." So I go back in a couple of weeks. I'm hoping I can come up with a great plan by then to convince them I really am fine!
For our homestudy I have to have a physical. I have been to a regular doctor exactly one time since I got married. That was at the shore. So I had to find a doctor. I found one, scheduled an appointment, realized it wouldn't work, called back and rescheduled for today, early. I showed up at the doctor's office at 7:45am for my 8am appointment. As I pulled in my cell phone rang. It was George telling me my appointment had been canceled. I went in anyway and was told I would have to sit there until 8 when they opened their window to reschedule my appointment. That ticked me off so I went home and called at 8. Guess what? They don't answer the phone til nine. I may be done with them. I haven't decided.
So for whatever reason this really made my day crappy. I was tired and cranky for most of the morning.
I had to suck it up though and head to see my favorite Irish doctor. I was looking forward to the relaxing environment of the waiting room: the candles, tea, cookies and the greeting of, "Shannon, my love, how are you?!?!?" I didn't realize how apprehensive I was about going back there until I was on my way. I started realizing that I was usually pregnant when I was there and I wasn't this time and probably never would be again but I pushed it down knowing that my obgyn would make me feel better (I know it sounds weird but I adore the woman) Anyway, I walked in and gave my name to a girl I'd never seen before. She said, "Oh I tried to call you and tell you we had to cancel your appointment but the line was busy" Commence breakdown. I said, "When did you call?" her, "March 17" Me, "AND YOU NEVER CALLED BACK!" She said, "Well, we called three times and it was busy every time. If you could see the list of people I have to call. I can't just keep calling people. Sorry. I can reschedule you for the end of June" I made sure my number we correct and gave them my cell phone and got out of there just as I started to cry. I was soooooo frustrated I just started driving home when I realized I was supposed to pick up a prescription. I pulled myself back together. Turned around and went back in to demand my prescription. I expected the girl to give me an attitude but instead she apologized saying she had had a bad day. I said, "me too" and started to cry just a little. That's when Patti, the midwife walked in. She asked what was wrong. When I told her I was fine she said, "Shannon, your standing in the window crying! What are you doing?!?! Come back here!" I put my head down and plowed through the crowded waiting room to the back where Patti put her arm around me while I tried to convince her, between sobs, that, "I [sob] really [sob] am [sob] fine. I ddddddon't [sob] know [sob] what [sob] my pppproblem is." The whole time I was sitting there I felt like such a dork! I was so embarrassed to be crying like that and I still don't really know why. I went in there expecting to tell them all how great I was doing and instead I was having a complete break down.
Well, you've heard that the squeaky wheel gets the oil? Apparently so does the sobbing nut case. The receptionist brought me in several months of free prescriptions and Patti told her to schedule me an appointment. When the girl said, "We don't have anything until the end of June" Patti said, "I think we've inconvenienced her enough, make something, and soon." So I go back in a couple of weeks. I'm hoping I can come up with a great plan by then to convince them I really am fine!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
My Life: The Musical
I've always loved musicals. The range of emotions that come out when watching a musical make them so memorable. I'll never forget the way I felt sitting on my parents couch with my friend Erica sobbing our eyes out repeating "Did he have to die?!?!" after watching West Side Story. A beautiful sunny morning always get me singing Oh What a Beautiful Morning from Oklahoma. Put on a Happy Face from Bye Bye Birdie and You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile from Annie can always put a smile on my face. Speaking of Annie, I can't tell you how many times I've walked around my house belting out Miss Hannigans Little Girls:)
All that to say, I always thought there was something bizarre about the concept of people just bursting into song in the middle of talking. It's weird and unrealistic, or so I thought. Then I had kids. My children will be holding a perfectly normal conversation with me and suddenly break into song. It's hard not to laugh when your five year old asks you a deep question about God, you sit down and answer her as clearly as you can and she suddenly stands up and says, "So it's like this?" and burst into a totally made up song. Sometimes it's more gradual. I don't even realize what's happining. Talking becomes singsongy talking and then before I know it there is an entire song and dance taking place in front of me. Lindsey doesn't do this as much but I'v noticed she's starting. Maybe they are the next big Broadway duo?!?!
It makes me wonder what Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein were like as children.
All that to say, I always thought there was something bizarre about the concept of people just bursting into song in the middle of talking. It's weird and unrealistic, or so I thought. Then I had kids. My children will be holding a perfectly normal conversation with me and suddenly break into song. It's hard not to laugh when your five year old asks you a deep question about God, you sit down and answer her as clearly as you can and she suddenly stands up and says, "So it's like this?" and burst into a totally made up song. Sometimes it's more gradual. I don't even realize what's happining. Talking becomes singsongy talking and then before I know it there is an entire song and dance taking place in front of me. Lindsey doesn't do this as much but I'v noticed she's starting. Maybe they are the next big Broadway duo?!?!
It makes me wonder what Richard Rogers and Oscar Hammerstein were like as children.
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