Showing posts from September, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

If you could add words to this (I know I'm breaking the rules), what caption would you add? I think I'll start naming my Wednesday pics...Words On Wednesdays. W.O.W. hmmm notice a pattern: WornOutWoman. :) I'd insert, "But I already have a boyfriend!"

Having 'that' talk!

I got to spend some quality time with my son today. He didn't have school, and his caregiver had a doctor's appointment. The result? A longer than normal morning spent with my son before my workday started. That is the luxury of my job. I get to arrange my schedule around my life...instead of the other way around. Praise God for that flexibility! Today however was most unusual. When my son was two to three years old, he went through a phase of modeling himself after me. From what I understand all boys want to be just like both parents and try certain behaviors out. It's normal in finding their own way in the world. Part of that phase was to get those little tissue packets and carry them around with him. Those were his "pads" and he would tuck tissues in the waistband of his shorts. I was sort of shocked. It was funny but not so funny that I was laughing all that hard. Other moms have reassured me that their sons went through the same things at

A full day

Yesterday was packed full of activity. My son had his first soccer game of the fall season, and I had my first gig with my new photography business. If you read me regularly, you'll know I never put my son's face or information on my blogs. So I only shot his legs on this one to post. He assisted in six goals yesterday. Pretty good for his first game of the season. He's improved so much since Spring. He was more aggressive in getting the ball away and dribbling down to the goal. When he lost footing, his little teammates were right there to get the ball and score! Good job guys! A friend asked me to shoot at the Oklahoma State Fair Motorcross races. It was a smaller venue so it was a good introduction to racing. With the pee-wee division, I got to be on the track to catch the riders as they came down the 'whoopsies' or over the hills. So I hope I got some pictures he'll be happy with. As soon as soccer was finished I scurried my little behin

Sleep Incentive

Thank the Lord my son has been sleeping through the night for about a week! This is the longest he's ever gone, without waking up and constantly needing me for something. He's even known to pick up the monitor and talk directly into it, to call me if I don't hear him from down the hall. It's getting me to the point that I feel desperate enough to verbally persuade him to sleep by making anything up to get him to sleep. The problem is: I am never one to manipulate or twist things around. I consider myself very honest. In fact, I cringe when my husband throws around the promise of "Santa" starting this time of year. It's not that I think letting a child believe in Santa is harmful. It's just that I think if you go too far in promoting this idea of Santa, that at some point when kids outgrow the idea and learn that it's a ruse...they will feel lied too. I don't want my son to think, "Well what else did they lie to me about?"

No drooling please

My son goes through phases on when and if he wants to do his bed time prayers. Most nights I do them, and then he'll get a wild hair and decide it's his turn. His reason? Because I take "toooo" long! I usually go through and thank Jesus for all our special family and friends. Thank you for both Nana's...thank you for Aunts Cheri and Kathy....etc Now when he prays he gets straight to the heart of it because apparently, I'm too wordy. Here's his normal prayer when he chooses to lead us: "Dear Jesus, thank you for all my people! Please put Jesus in all bad stranger's hearts. And thank you for Abayasenga (our child in Africa, we sponsor) and for helping up sleep through the night! Amen!" I can't help but smile and the 'all my people' part, because he doesn't like that I list out ten different people at a time. It's mostly in an effort to get him sleepy, but also to remind him to be thankful for those in our l

rat a tat tat

My son and I were watching a little TV tonight when my husband came home with a surprise for him. He had stopped by to get himself a new pair of drumsticks for his band and bought my son his own kid-sized pair. Currently, they're both in the living room and all I hear is rat tap tap tap....bang bang bang. My husband is teaching my son how to keep a beat in succession of different drum rolls. I'm pretty impressed with how awesome my son is doing. Two weeks ago after my husband was cleaning up the stage, after he and his group were done playing, my little boy ran up to him to check out his drum set. I turned to talk to some friends and the next thing I heard was a very cool drum set. I thought my husband was teaching my son a little about the drums, by doing a drum roll. I turned to watch, and it was my little boy on the drums...making his own sounds! Wow! Were we all surprised to watch my little one up there putting his own beats down, sounding like a real drummer.

Worn Out 'Man'

This weekend kicks off a lot of things most notably is the end of summer. Kids are back in school, the leaves will start turning, and football season is upon us! Thousands of men and women across the country will trek to their stadiums, or safely cheer from their couch, and pursue the football spirit for yet another season. My husband, one of those who faithfully never misses a game, has season tickets to OU games. Today is their first game, which he coincidentally has to work at. He's the promotions director, for a local company in town, which has an event in Norman at every home game. So not only does he have to get down there extremely early, but then he'll stay the whole game and then fight the traffic for the long drive home. Each year I feel like a football widow. This year that's going to intensify with his new responsibilities on game days. Although I also cheer my teams on, OU and the Washington Redskins, I'm definitely not one of those who has to c