tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83222875353655388932012-01-24T19:01:00.418-06:00wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.comBlogger4841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-61475081113227110942012-01-01T20:44:00.001-06:002012-01-01T20:44:51.215-06:00

one of the newer things that jonas likes to do is to pretend that he is a superhero. he’ll grab a towel or blanket, wrap it around his neck, and run through the house proclaiming SUPER JONAS TO THE RESCUE! with his little fist clenched, leading the way. it’s sweet and adorable and makes me smile. while we were at john’s parents’ house for christmas, jonas was doing his usual super routine.

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over the past few weeks, jonas has started to become the world’s tiniest backseat driver. from commenting on how fast or slow you’re going to being cautious around other drivers, we’ve heard it all. and don’t get me started on the 10 minutes of WHAT WAS THAT NOISE, MOMMY? after you accidently hit the grated side of the bypass. but of all of the rules of the road, his favorite has to be traffic

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-72620437697426588582011-11-22T21:40:00.000-06:002011-11-22T21:40:00.747-06:00

  i think that every generation needs it’s next sleazy car salesman and 35 year old still living in his mother’s basement, respectively.   world, you’re welcome.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-19512691012955939782011-11-21T22:02:00.001-06:002011-11-21T22:02:44.564-06:00

this past weekend we watched the iron giant as a family. i’m going to be honest…i have never watched this movie before, and only picked it because it had a giant robot and to jonas that means THAT’S A BIG ROBOT, MOMMY. MOMMY? SEE THE BIG ROBOT? BIG ROBOT!!!! so we’re sitting there, enjoying the movie when i can tell it’s taking a definite turn south. i mean, c’mon…there’s a missile headed for

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-71959417788669355992011-11-08T21:26:00.001-06:002011-11-08T21:26:01.143-06:00

the summer i was eight years old, sandwiched by the youth of second grade and the impending maturity of being in third grade, was stellar. besides the usual summer affairs of a child in the south, my family also visited family in southern california. we crammed as much as possible during that week or so of vacation. we went to disney land and rode the tea cups. we watched the fireworks every

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-66314151552681669042011-10-07T21:11:00.001-05:002011-10-07T21:11:22.754-05:00

tonight jonas grabbed part of my manual pump, put it to his chest, and pumped. he looked at noah and said… “you want to eat from my booboos, noah? want me to feed you? … i’m just going to file this one away for a rainy day. you know, when he’s 17 and being mouthy in front of his friends.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-19178805584473957902011-10-04T21:38:00.001-05:002011-10-04T21:38:24.151-05:00

it crept up on me so suddenly that it made me dizzy. no, really. dizzy and nauseous to the point i was cutting mean eyes at john BECAUSE SO HELP ME IF I’M PREGNANT AGAIN THERE’S GOING TO BE WORDS. dizzy and nauseous like i was in second grade again, riding in sarah applegate’s van to camp noark. you know, the time i puked all over while on the highway while in my brownie uniform and had to ride

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-86592780466075771492011-09-10T20:48:00.001-05:002011-09-10T20:48:58.295-05:00

it was just an average tuesday. early that morning, our junior class had attended the college fair. row after row of college representatives from the surrounding area passed out free pens and t-shirts, trying to get new "recruits". and so we went, table to table, and gathered all of the free stuff. i mean, i had no intention of attending the college of the ozarks, but hey, a free pencil

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-11020607385693827762011-09-05T22:17:00.001-05:002011-09-05T22:17:44.396-05:00

i go back to work starting tomorrow (NOOOOOOOOOOO!), so here are just a few updates on the boys: jonas: -has been stringing together more and more words together (his verbal skills are pretty impressive :) ) -likes to make decisions -has great imaginative play -is currently spending his first night sleeping in his toddler bed -most likely is red-green colorblind -told his papa

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-81537015375240131032011-08-25T14:48:00.001-05:002011-08-25T14:48:51.787-05:00

it started out innocently enough. whenever jonas would eat something he really liked (like m&m’s), he’d eat them one by one until he got down to the final two. and then he’d pick one up in each hand and shove them as fast as possible into his mouth. and it wasn’t just with food items that he coveted his ownership. if he had a racecar, he’d rather have two. if there was a golf club in one hand

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-31382985872571452312011-08-19T23:32:00.001-05:002011-08-19T23:32:52.659-05:00

that these two little boys may wind up looking an awful lot a like. noah at 4 weeks   jonas at 4 weeks love.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-11312468375198677272011-08-10T21:12:00.001-05:002011-08-10T21:12:16.225-05:00

on sundays after church you can usually find us at my grandparents’ house for lunch. it’s sort of a family ritual; we gather, we eat, and we watch jonas exhaust himself completely. so like every other sunday, jonas, noah and i made our way from church to southeast fayetteville. when we stopped at the intersection of mission and crossover, jonas started to cry from the backseat. apparently one

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-27230722266869862862011-08-05T18:57:00.001-05:002011-08-05T18:57:21.880-05:00

today jonas patted my (clothed) boob and told his great grandparents that “Baby Noah really likes snacks”. which, while completely true, i’d prefer not be announced aloud. … john left about an hour ago for his first drill weekend since noah arrived. which means that i’m experiencing being home alone with a almost two and a half year old and a two and a half week old. and a dog. who is odd at

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-58796057283697749772011-08-04T22:35:00.001-05:002011-08-04T22:35:20.532-05:00

a couple of weeks ago john and i (and our two spawn) were able to spend time with some of our friends. john went to college with these guys, as well as roomed with them throughout the years in various combinations. that last year for the guys’ undergrad found 5 of them sharing a 4 bedroom house (and 3 lovely girlfriends mixed in). it was honestly a great time to grow and learn more and more

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-61081701002858716802011-07-28T20:21:00.001-05:002011-07-28T20:21:18.022-05:00

  who needs to waste money on dna tests, anyway?

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-90949752907001279222011-07-27T21:21:00.001-05:002011-07-27T21:21:21.473-05:00

while john and i are both off, we want to make sure that we spend time celebrating jonas. there are some things that only john can do with him (like swimming and the splash park), but today we decided to go to the gentry wildlife safari. jonas had a blast looking for the animals as we drove around the grounds, and especially loved the “close encounters”. to be perfectly honest, i couldn’t

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-40534896935612754522011-07-26T21:13:00.001-05:002011-07-26T21:13:25.368-05:00

like most parents expecting their second (or third, fourth, etc) child, i was afraid of the transition that jonas would experience. i was afraid of jonas being extremely jealous. i was afraid of him being resentful towards us because of noah. on sunday afternoon we left jonas with his great-grandparents so that we could head to the hospital. as we pulled away from the house, i could see the

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-69067913916163764392011-07-21T22:17:00.001-05:002011-07-21T22:17:17.544-05:00

we arrived at mercy medical at 5pm on sunday, july 17th to begin the process of a scheduled induction. after speaking with our doctor, it was decided that we really wouldn’t even begin the process until 9pm, so i was given the all-clear to have some dinner. so with much pleasure i had some sushi. mmm. about 9 or 9:30pm, the nurse gave me a small portion of a pill to begin the process. while i

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-8249757979681146432011-07-10T16:56:00.001-05:002011-07-10T16:56:51.623-05:00

on saturday morning jonas and i headed to target before going to my cousin’s wedding. i had a short, concise list of items that i really needed to get because I’M HAVING A BABY BY NEXT MONDAY. and like everything else in the pregnancy, i’ve waited until the last possible minute to do anything. because i’m an awesome mom. anyway, i pulled into the parking spot nearest the cart corral. i

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-39537624190139467482011-07-09T21:48:00.001-05:002011-07-09T21:48:05.097-05:00

jonas, tonight while we were at your grammy and gramp’s house, you began to play with a baby doll there. it was so sweet to watch you “put the baby to sleep” by laying him down, covering him with a blanket, crouching over him, saying “sweet dreams” and giving him a kiss. you repeated this about 93 times, and it was so gut-wrenchingly cute each time i couldn’t stand it. after you got tired of

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-75503142296978534382011-06-24T21:02:00.001-05:002011-06-24T21:02:20.704-05:00

this morning at around midnight, i woke up to a really sharp pain in my abdomen. because i was a little, oh, you know…asleep, i chalked it up to noah just squishing some vital organ. so i moved around a little and started to drift back to sleep when it happened again. and again. and again. because it was literally in the middle of the night and i assumed they were just really, really painful

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-10522089018848439302011-06-19T18:44:00.001-05:002011-06-19T18:44:09.120-05:00

so yeah. john’s been out of town for a week now (and will be gone for this coming week as well) for army training. it’s sort of like basic/ait except with basic and ait YOU GOT TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM. add to the fact that after he’s done with military training he has to turn around and be BACK in little rock for the week after THAT for work training. and did i mention (again) that i’m 35

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-38952109369555320022011-06-16T21:44:00.001-05:002011-06-16T21:44:03.800-05:00

i know that many may tout that they have a great father. and i’m sure it’s true…i’m sure that the other fathers in the world out there are truly awesome. but you may not have met mine. meet my dad. my dad may be the single personable person i know. he’s always trying to cut a joke, always trying to make every one comfortable and feel included. a couple of our friends who have been able to

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-65329716422755087782011-06-13T20:37:00.001-05:002011-06-13T20:37:48.624-05:00

did anyone local happen to see this today? http://www.nwaonline.com/news/2011/jun/13/fayetteville-dhs-office-cleared-amid-concerns-over/ basically, a letter containing an unknown white substance was sent to a DHS office in fayetteville, where a mass freak out occurred. the police were called, and 12 of the employees (the ones closest to the contaminated letter) had to do the high power scrub

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-78298156047621057652011-06-11T21:38:00.001-05:002011-06-11T21:38:49.356-05:00

jonas, earlier this week you turned TWENTY FIVE MONTHS OLD. do you realize that your daddy and i are only twenty six? or that zeusy is only twenty eight (in dog years)? slow. it. down. you are becoming such a smart little boy, jonas. the other day we were staying at grammy and gramps’ house (because our a/c was broken…boo!) and you saw a pair of star shaped sunglasses on the table. you

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-59825895367048346162011-05-18T20:08:00.001-05:002011-05-18T20:08:13.002-05:00

we’ve been playing with the idea of potty training with jonas. basically that means that we’ve introduced the potty chair to him, he sits on it occasionally, we talk about going potty, etc. the past several weeks he’s actually been telling us (right after the fact) that he’s pooped, which is a great step in the process of being diaper-free. while we’d love for him to be out of diapers by the

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-67757564256715976732011-05-15T16:52:00.001-05:002011-05-15T16:52:17.355-05:00

i grew up in a church. every sunday was spent in sunday school and then listening to the sermon. the older i got, the more questions i had about God, who He was, what He was, and why things happen the way they do. the church i grew up in wasn’t conducive to asking questions. blind faith was on the docket. asking questions was not. sermons were filled with the preacher both yelling and crying

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-17162586289353189672011-05-09T21:06:00.002-05:002011-05-09T21:11:10.479-05:00

jonas, enjoying a juice box it’s just past mother’s day…and your second birthday. you are by far the best mother’s day gift i could ever receive (although you walking for the first time LAST mother’s day was pretty spectacular). you’re seriously one of the funniest kids i know. while you may be shy at first, you quickly warm up when around others and let that little personality through. when

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-89232854287127523332011-05-02T21:55:00.001-05:002011-05-02T21:55:29.229-05:00

i think that the second time you’re pregnant (and i’m sure the third, fourth, and so on) something changes. you already know what to expect because of the been there, done that mentality. you know what to eat, what to drink, what you need to function as a human being during those 40 weeks. it’s old news. the New Kid is about 2/3rds the way there (actually, 28 weeks and 2 days in). it seems like

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-41938420775154118972011-04-20T19:22:00.001-05:002011-04-20T19:22:25.679-05:00

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but to get to my office, I typically get on two different sets of elevators. One is a quick two flight trip, and the other takes me the remaining five flights. It’s pretty awesome. Between people farting (and then LEAVING!!), small children pressing the buttons for EACH FLIGHT, and pretending I’m Fonzie while using my elbow to push the correct floor numbers…

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-30217686812146080372011-03-30T19:46:00.001-06:002011-03-30T19:46:31.981-06:00

pregnancy the second time around goes at warp speed. maybe it’s because i’m chasing a very busy almost 23 month old around. maybe it’s because i’m working (what feels like) long hours. or maybe the earth started spinning a little faster. but i CANNOT BELIEVE that i’m almost 24 weeks pregnant with the New Kid. mind boggling. like the last time, i get a lot of comments on my impressive girth.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-29739229402075096002011-03-12T21:06:00.001-06:002011-03-12T21:06:27.502-06:00

you always hear tales of terror from experienced moms when you become pregnant about pregnancy brain and it’s ugly cousin mom brain. when i was pregnant with jonas, i talked about forgetting what paper was and similarly embarrassing things. i was sort of hoping, that you know, i never regained any of my brain cells after having jonas that i would be spared this time around. that i’d already

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-42489945135632901082011-03-11T20:21:00.001-06:002011-03-11T20:21:28.996-06:00

like every other pregnant woman in the world, i have to pee about every 15-20 minutes. actually, i can pee on command (which comes in handy for doctor visits). on thursday they had an ice cream sundae bar at work. i’m not sure if you just saw that, but there was AN ICE CREAM SUNDAE BAR WITHIN FIVE MINUTES WALKING DISTANCE. so after lunch i hustled my way through our clinic, rode an elevator

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-26092721324161800352011-03-09T21:49:00.001-06:002011-03-09T21:49:19.896-06:00

today we had the “big” ultrasound, which no matter how many you have, the chance to see that baby so ALIVE while inside of you sort of makes the world spin on its side. it’s incredible. the technician went through the routine measurements, pointing out what unspecified blobs were to us as i oo’d and ahh’d. she could have said there was a banjo in there, and i would have been just as agreeable.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-60032661064554510372011-03-06T15:05:00.001-06:002011-03-06T15:05:42.567-06:00

today at vintage robb spoke about love. it was the sort of sermon that made me so uncomfortable because i know it’s something that i struggle with so completely. not that i don’t have love, experience love. i do. but God’s love, the love that Jesus shared and compels us to show…it’s not easy. the love of Jesus is about intentional service and real humility. crap. humility. serving others

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-73519248963216836812011-03-04T20:47:00.001-06:002011-03-04T20:47:43.321-06:00

so, on saturday i’ll be 20 weeks pregnant. which is sort of blowing my little mind.  it’s like i’m floating between thinking that the New Kid will live in the tum forever and the idea that the thing is FLYING BY. i’ve been trying to take weekly pictures, but facebook is being all lame and not letting me upload ANYTHING the past couple of weeks. whatever. here i am at 19.5 weeks. um…before i

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-66236636944767291062011-03-02T19:37:00.001-06:002011-03-02T19:37:54.059-06:00

For as long as I can remember, anytime I experience any sort of change in altitude I desperately need to pop my ears. From airplane rides to driving through a particularly hilly region, I find myself forcefully yawning, stretching my jaws as far as part as possible until the pressure is relieved. And it always is. Until recently. The past month or two, it’s been an issue. And it’s not like I’m

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-64775286346392218042011-02-28T19:47:00.001-06:002011-02-28T19:47:08.246-06:00

i found my long lost happy place. i think i’d be lying if i said everything was always pansies and lollipops for me lately. in reality, it’s been like trying to navigate your way through a city you have never been to, but there’s the promise of amazing things on the other side of town. tonight i found my map. it happened in the kitchen while making a pizza for johnny and i. extra herbs in the

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-11928032483818169342011-02-27T18:27:00.001-06:002011-02-27T18:27:47.645-06:00

this morning i woke up, and it wasn’t pleasant. i was immediately grumpy, frustrated, and hateful. i was frustrated at my husband for having a social life. for still being in bed. for coming in later than i would have liked. for him riding his motorcycle and then having to turn back around on the way to church because it started to rain. i was frustrated that jonas was whining. that he was

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-80079199891729063972011-02-26T12:17:00.001-06:002011-02-26T12:17:24.745-06:00

i’ve been a really horrible blogger the past, oh…few months. i wish i could say that i’ve been super busy or something, but the reality is that after i get home and get jonas to bed, all i want to do is soak in the bathtub and watch old 48 hour mysteries, hair tutorials, and episodes of degrassi high. so i’m writing this in a crappy attempt to briefly go over what’s been going on around these

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-27235266930310347242011-01-25T20:50:00.001-06:002011-01-25T20:50:50.941-06:00

jonas has gone through a total personality explosion lately. while still shy (initially) in public settings and large groups, he’s getting his niche all settled in pretty well in this world. the other sunday i went to pick him up from the nursery and i was greeted with, “jonas is quite the daredevil. he kept flinging himself face first down the slide and loved it!”.  i wish i could say i was

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-61034069891108561962010-12-27T19:06:00.001-06:002010-12-27T19:06:05.560-06:00

on christmas day i reached the delightful ten week mark in this pregnancy. that means that we’re 25% of the way to a real baby, instead of this lime-sized sourpatch kid floating around in my belly. somewhat ironically, i happened to have lime flavored sourpatch kids floating around in my belly on christmas day. and all this talk about sourpatch kids is a lovely introduction to the topic at hand…

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-52213756382857166612010-12-19T15:24:00.001-06:002010-12-19T15:24:08.087-06:00

jonas, i’d like to start this letter off with a quasi-apology. i’m sorry it’s late. blame the New Kid. just consider the first of many times that your life gets ruined by your sibling. YOU’RE WELCOME. anyway, you are nineteen months old and positively awesome. every month tops the month prior to that, and i’m so excited about that! i think you might be musically inclined. which is totally

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-22479099168431739822010-12-14T19:37:00.001-06:002010-12-14T19:37:45.409-06:00

tonight i got stuck in the tub. before you start thinking that i put on a ton of weight, i need to explain. so there i was, minding my own business when i saw it. the faucet was dripping. drip. drop. drip. drop. and my big toe, being the curious creature it is, started to toe up around there, chasing the drops. it was all fun and games until my big toe got forceful and sort of, um, lodged

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for halloween this year, i dressed up as a very pregnant michelle duggar. i was (pillow) pregnant with baby jimmy john’s, and was holding my newborn, jambalaya pasta, with toddler jonas in tow. it was really cute. i guess that the sort of ironic thing is that michelle duggar has to be really fertile because this is what we found recently: those duggars are sneaky, sneaky people. i’m

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-2106610885973441512010-12-01T19:44:00.001-06:002010-12-01T19:44:03.346-06:00

writer’s block is a crazy thing. like, i can type hundreds of words, SEE them on this screen, re-read it, and erase it all. because it’s stinky, stinky poo. and friends, i don’t know about you, but i am not fond of stinky, stinky poo. and so i’m here, looking at this annoying blank screen. … lately i’ve been all sinus-y sick and stuff. which is pretty sweet. to be honest, i’d much rather

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-51975284759282844852010-11-13T18:07:00.001-06:002010-11-13T18:07:39.235-06:00

jonas has always been…independent. which is just really me saying nicely that he’s a I’LL DO WHAT I WANT BY MYSELF AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME sort of dude. lately, he’s been rockin’ out the self-feeding. he likes to load up his spoon, shove it in his mouth, and then rinse and repeat. it’s pretty awesome. except that sometimes when we go out to eat somewhere, like say, oh, the dixie cafe, and they

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-12076685490376121152010-11-08T21:42:00.001-06:002010-11-08T21:42:29.297-06:00

jonas, today you turned eighteen months old. i hope you enjoy your new found freedoms of voting and buying your own packs of candy cigarettes. this past month you got celebrate the engagement of some of our favorite people, jeff and sara. and while you livened up, running around meowing at the kitten, i’m going to be honest and let you know that you had sort of an awkward moment. or, you

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-86870724487525968802010-10-27T21:17:00.001-05:002010-10-27T21:17:19.668-05:00

sometimes when your driving your car and you hear your toddler saying “mommy” for 3 minutes in a row in his little-kid-from-the-shining-voice, you may give him an extra cookie at dinner. just to be safe.

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Who would have believed what we heard?  Who saw the Lord's power in this? He grew up like a small plant before the Lord, like a root growing in a dry land.  He had no special beauty or form to make us notice him; there was nothing in his appearance to make us desire him. He was hated and rejected by people. He had much pain and suffering. People would not even look at him. He was hated, and

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jonas, um, mommy is sorry that this is a few days late. counting has never been my strong point in life. and lets be serious, there’s been a lot going on. forgive me? here, have a cookie. this past month you have learned so much! you can say (and point out) your major facial features, head, feet, and um, peepee. your vocab has expanded to include choo-choo, meow, big truck, motorcycle, apple,

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-63559029276557860422010-10-14T19:52:00.001-05:002010-10-14T19:52:08.317-05:00

oh hi. it’s been a while, yes? a lot has gone on since we’ve last met…like, um…my HUSBAND is home. and it’s magical and delicious and i can’t think of anything i like better than HIM. but anyway, i’ll get to things of great importance soon (like DUDE, my baby can play the harmonica!) but first, a post. for you. with sprinkles and stuff. _____________________________________________ for the

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jonas, because he is 16 months old and can’t effectively communicate, has been a LITTLE less than desirable to be around for long periods of time. don’t get me wrong. i love my little dude. i think he is for SURE the best part of me. he just happens to be the best annoying part of me at this time. and i could make excuses, like he’s tired or hungry or whatever. but to me, bad behavior is bad

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-92075205197059727522010-09-10T22:05:00.001-05:002010-09-10T22:05:45.648-05:00

early that morning, our junior class had attended the college fair. row after row of college representatives from the surrounding area passed out free pens and t-shirts, trying to get new "recruits". and so we went, table to table, and gathered all of the free stuff. i mean, i had no intention of attending the college of the ozarks, but hey, a free pencil sharpener never hurt anyone. after our

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-3581432967965412752010-09-07T20:06:00.001-05:002010-09-07T20:06:05.502-05:00

jonas, you are SIXTEEN MONTHS OLD. which in human years is like 74. or something. mommy’s bad at math. like any other sixteen-er boy, you are ALL ABOUT CARS. AND TRUCKS. you point at EVERY SINGLE CAR ON THE ROAD and proudly announce it. you like to say “papa truck” when it’s time to play in your papa’s, um, truck. you make EVERYTHING into a car, including books, laptops, shoes, and rawhide

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-44259781430072741242010-09-06T19:37:00.001-05:002010-09-06T19:37:08.093-05:00

when i was 16, i had my first car accident. it was a few days before christmas and i ventured to fayetteville to get a gift for my dad. because it had snowed A LOT earlier in the week, the parking lot had been plowed. the piles of snow were scattered across the parking lot, and blocked all of the ways that i knew how to get out of the parking lot. because i was a new driver in sort of

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-9312745633086136352010-08-30T20:17:00.001-05:002010-08-30T20:17:50.664-05:00

dear sign spinner for eureka pizza, first, i want to commend you on your dedication. you have firmly planted yourself to the corner of walnut and dixieland. i can count on one hand the number of days i haven’t seen you there. and it’s been really hot this summer. kudos. but mister sign spinner, i don’t understand why they would teach you in sign spinner orientation that it’s a good idea to get

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-39973244317130013112010-08-24T19:26:00.001-05:002010-08-24T19:26:49.095-05:00

this morning on the way to work, i glanced in the rear view mirror to see how jonas was doing. as he lifted one finger in the air, eagerly towards his nostril, i said, “no, no, jonas. we don’t put our fingers in our nose.” he looked at me and pulled his hand down. and then he lifted his OTHER hand, raising one finger as he cut his eyes to the left.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-91015784588574718942010-08-21T22:06:00.001-05:002010-08-21T22:06:16.535-05:00

friday started out well enough. i fell asleep early on thursday, so i actually felt rested when my alarm clock went off at 5:30a. and then i hit snooze. twice. so i was actually awake at 5:52a, which i didn’t see as an issue. until i remembered at 6:14a that i really needed to transfer my wet jeans from the washer to the dryer so that i could express my love for JEANS DAY at work. and

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-47289238711256396952010-08-19T21:55:00.001-05:002010-08-19T21:55:50.986-05:00

literal minutes ago, i got up out of bed because i realized that i hadn’t laid out my clothes for tomorrow. and because i KNOW me, if i don’t pick out EXACTLY what i am wearing the next day the night before, i will change complete outfits 5-6 times in the morning. and frankly, i don’t have time for that. anyway, so i got up only to see a HUGE beetle in our bedroom. like, not a roach. but a

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-12852348262960973322010-08-16T20:19:00.001-05:002010-08-16T20:19:24.224-05:00

last night it was hard for me to go to sleep. my clothes were all laid out, my purse was packed, my teeth were brushed. for today was my first day of work. okay. so it was really just me and 29 other chicks sitting in a room for orientation for 8 hours. if you haven’t been to an orientation in a while, well…you’re lucky. it’s basically just getting way too much information thrown at you all at

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-10703120929197171772010-08-13T23:12:00.001-05:002010-08-13T23:12:17.122-05:00

i have an affinity for serial killers. some, like john, find that unsettling. it’s not that i love what they do, because i obviously don’t support murder. duh. i think it’s the mindset, the patterns, how they select their victims, the years (hell, decades) that they can live seemingly normal lives until something clicks on in their mind and they act again. i think that i just love a good

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-90487188364175362382010-08-09T19:54:00.001-05:002010-08-09T19:54:09.638-05:00

so, today i got a job. no big deal. JUST KIDDING. well, not about the job. i DID get one of those. just kidding about the no big deal part. it’s come just in time, and i’m really excited about the opportunities i’m going to have in my new workplace. i’m working in a small clinic that’s part of a large network of local hospitals and clinics. today (after receiving the good news) i had to

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-58096874561671010572010-08-08T00:09:00.000-05:002010-08-08T00:09:00.813-05:00

  jonas, you’re FIFTEEN MONTHS old! it boggles my mind how much you grow, how smart you are getting, how awesome you are. every day you surprise me with something new, always leaving me on my toes trying to figure out what is coming next. ‘cept for the poop. you’re pretty regular about that. in the past week or so, you got to see your daddy. jonas, dude, you love you some daddy. he’s your

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-18560616593893325932010-08-07T12:24:00.001-05:002010-08-07T12:24:32.094-05:00

after we found out we were pregnant in the summer of 2008, john and i just had a vibe that we were having a little girl. i don’t know why we thought that…maybe it was because john was so excited about having a daughter that it just carried us away. we had our ultrasound on december 22nd. we decided that we would have them put the “answer” in an envelope that we could open on christmas eve

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-65010921698478203812010-08-05T22:14:00.001-05:002010-08-05T22:14:35.055-05:00

i’m beginning to think that john and i should get some stock in nerf. because after the past couple of days that jonas has had, i’m going to start taping nerf balls all over his body as a shield. i’m not the type of mom that gets all teary when her kid falls down. i’m just not. i think that babies from an early age feed off whatever energy you’re putting out there. so if your 4 week old baby

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-86150536173915246632010-08-04T16:37:00.001-05:002010-08-04T16:37:53.149-05:00

  there’s a lot of things that i love about john. he has amazing qualities and an awesome personality. but one of the things i really enjoy about my husband is that he is a total fox.  i mean, obviously i knew he was a good looking fella the first day we met (at my first day of work at express when he asked me what my id number was to give me credit for a credit card someone opened). or the

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-71884636893583624982010-08-02T20:26:00.001-05:002010-08-02T20:26:58.041-05:00

on friday afternoon, i loaded up the car with bags and gear, tossed in a baby and a doggie and we went to oklahoma. driving with both zeus and jonas in the car solo wasn’t near as bad as i thought it was going to be…and i was really dreading it.  i actually only had to yell at zeus like, twice. once because he tried to come up to the front seat. and the second time because i looked in the rear

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-80057050023080343462010-07-26T23:31:00.001-05:002010-07-26T23:31:26.224-05:00

there’s something about our kid that just makes me insanely proud that he’s ours. today while at my parents’ house, jonas had just about hit that fine lie that is between being happy and being possessed by demons and projectile vomiting pea soup.  i was trying my best to corral him, get his diaper changed, and hit the road before it got ugly. because it can get ugly quickly. and i’d rather deal

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-20224208444867820052010-07-24T21:38:00.001-05:002010-07-24T21:38:47.592-05:00

today we went to the lake to visit family from out of town (which will be it’s own post :)). my parents were going to pick jonas and i up somewhere between 8:30-9am, so when the doorbell rang at 8:20 i just assumed it was them. no. in fact, it was my neighbor who lives in the triplex next door to our house. she started the conversation with a simple: have you ever seen this car? and gave a

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-29941279246324988902010-07-22T16:35:00.001-05:002010-07-22T16:35:45.618-05:00

jonas, i’m so glad you can’t count yet. because if you could you’d realize that not only is there no 13 month note, but um…this one is like 2 weeks late. sorries. but what’s going on with you? dude, you’re slimming up. i can almost make out ribs. and i haven’t said anything yet, but man, your abs are looking SWEET. you haven’t really gained any weight (still around 26 lbs), but you look

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-54255026721827312982010-07-18T18:34:00.001-05:002010-07-18T18:34:25.771-05:00

in my boredom this afternoon, i had the brilliant idea of capturing the STUNNING beauty that is MAMA and JONAS on the web cam. it’s harder than it looks.  like, moving toddler + apparently really poorly lit room + general mess of said toddler’s room= some pretty catastrophic photos.     i’m just going to assume it’s safe to say that our beauty is too powerful for film

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-54331236505423132312010-07-15T16:03:00.001-05:002010-07-15T16:03:49.953-05:00

i’ve been letting jonas feed himself the majority of his meals when we are home. it’s the only way he will learn to eat with a spoon, plus he loves the independence and i like being able to eat my meal, too. if the meal is something that’s easy to manage, i’ll just wipe him down. but if it’s a serious mess, then we just run to the tub. so yesterday afternoon after he polished off an

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-59483323641340568282010-07-12T19:16:00.001-05:002010-07-12T19:16:35.009-05:00

when i was 11, my parents and i planned on spending part of the fourth of july in a movie theater. for a couple of weeks prior it had been decided that we’d watch independence day on the big screen. and because i was a tween before the word even existed, i had been planning my outfit for weeks. it was going to be the perfect—equal parts sophistication, funkiness, and patriotism. because you know

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-31967589047208732832010-07-09T21:54:00.001-05:002010-07-09T21:54:14.326-05:00

so today i had a job interview. and i’m totally not going to go into specifics, because i have no clue if i have the job. and i wont until like, the end of the next week.  job interviews are tricky….you want to present yourself in the best light, but you don’t want to seem fake. you want to be genuine, but you don’t want to allow negative information get through. you want them to get you, but

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-59514965955295470982010-07-08T19:12:00.001-05:002010-07-08T19:12:30.298-05:00

a couple of weeks ago, i looked outside the front window to see two elementary-aged girls coming to the front door. because it was just a bit past 8pm and jonas had finally gone to sleep, i headed them off and opened the front door before they got there. because all i really needed was a ringing doorbell to wake up the monster. at first i assumed that they were selling something or that the dog

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-1239746398852390842010-07-07T20:43:00.002-05:002010-07-07T20:45:36.307-05:00

today jonas and i went to a play-date with two girls i went to school with back in the day. it was a fantastic event, and we look forward to future experiences like that. i think that one of the reasons that it went well was that it seemed that all three of us had a similar-enough parenting style. i’ve got to say that there are certain people that i’d be terrified to have a play-date with. not

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-88090878723205576742010-07-06T19:43:00.001-05:002010-07-06T19:43:25.209-05:00

do you know what’s awesome? oh, you don’t? well, let me tell you. it’s awesome to return after a 4 day trip to a home where fruit flies have invaded due to a bunch of bananas that are past their prime. … i think that jonas may have broken (or hairline fractured) my nose. i thought he was being all sweet and stuff by coming in for a kiss. instead he knocked the hell out of my nose. it bled.

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-9311789645750778322010-07-04T21:31:00.001-05:002010-07-04T21:31:00.526-05:00

  do you remember the feeling you had when it was christmas eve, just in the beginning hours of christmas morning? when the excitement and anticipation of knowing that there are going to be some amazing gifts waiting for you? and then christmas morning comes and EVERYTHING that you could have wished for was there, waiting for you under the tree? and just when you thought you had died and gone to

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-77495934521567917182010-06-29T23:48:00.002-05:002010-06-29T23:50:53.786-05:00

on wednesday, jonas and i will embark on our first cross-country road trip. and by cross-country i basically mean that we will leave the wonder that is northwest arkansas and head straight to the pit of hell that is lawton, oklahoma. i don’t know about you, but i for one am so excited to drive FIVE HOURS ONE WAY with a one year old. and if it becomes a battle of who will survive, i’d place my

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-79187713726900902302010-06-28T00:05:00.000-05:002010-06-28T00:05:00.080-05:00

two years ago today, we got married. two years ago today, i walked down the aisle to this song. "The Way I Am" If you were falling, then I would catch you. You need a light, I'd find a match. Cause I love the way you say good morning. And you take me the way I am. If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I'll make it better. Cause I love the

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-84536734243789702082010-06-26T23:15:00.001-05:002010-06-26T23:15:48.591-05:00

jonas in happier times. so, um. jonas bangs his head. and i’m trying to not be all MY CHILD IS AUTISTIC because apparently like 30% of kids bang their heads? and boys are like a million times more likely to do it? and it should wear off by age 3? but i need to talk to the doctor if it hasn’t by then? it’s normal? yeah. i’ve not panicked at ALL about this. and it’s not so much a panic as it

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-43507667757809435732010-06-24T23:19:00.001-05:002010-06-24T23:19:25.821-05:00

yesterday i had an hankering for cheddar peppers. from the sonic. it was almost more than a hankering but an internal desire that i MUST HAVE THE CHEDDAR PEPPERS. so i pulled my butt into sonic and got some. if you’ve been to my house, you know that we live a little ways out. not too far, but just far enough that the delicious fried peppery smell was driving me crazy. i looked at the bag,

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-35113505767155561462010-06-24T21:06:00.001-05:002010-06-24T21:06:59.193-05:00

jonas is a boy of my own heart. and thighs. and yes, yes. there were fries with his shake.  (and ignore that large spot thingie on his face. he totally clawed his little face off in his sleep the other day because he heard it was gangsta or something.)  

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-54691263964209139542010-06-23T19:52:00.001-05:002010-06-23T19:52:47.524-05:00

  i’m going to be honest. because you know, i usually just lie. i really don’t get soccer. i don’t understand the sport. i don’t understand the passionate fans. i don’t understand why everyone is yelling at referees who are in like, south africa or something because of lame calls. or something. i don’t understand why the ball is black and white. or why the goalies wear really ugly outfits. i’

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-33794951896753871882010-06-16T23:22:00.001-05:002010-06-16T23:22:43.604-05:00

i think that the army likes to play mind games. i know. that’s crazytalk. i’m just a giany crazytalker here, don’t mind me! but seriously. the other day i got a letter from john where he’s all like “um…i possibly might potentially have some bad news”. apparently there’s this nasty, nasty rumor going around his little part of the base that people who are doing the same AIT program as him

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-50827494643618104982010-06-15T22:54:00.001-05:002010-06-15T22:54:20.636-05:00

my parents (unfairly) are in vegas right now. living it up. being high rollers. early-bird buffets at 4pm. so when i heard about the details of their trip, i decided to be SUPER DAUGHTER. which for me really just means that i offered to drive them to the airport and pick them up so that they wouldn’t have to pay any fines. oh. and one more thing. i offered to “dog”sit. meet sebastian, my

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  after becoming (painfully) unemployed a couple weeks ago, i decided that it was the perfect time to GET THINGS DONE. you know. like laundry. and dishes. and moving stacks of books from one shelf to another with a critical eye. my success rate so far on my venture? not so good. but i swear it isn’t my fault. instead, i have photographic evidence of WHO the real culprits are. a small

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-74098373078280306022010-06-11T17:07:00.001-05:002010-06-11T17:07:46.685-05:00

after his morning nap, i got jonas ready to run some errands. you know, buying stamps at the post office, lucky charms and diapers at target…the usual. while we were out, i decided that he was probably really hungry for lunch (and i was, too!). so chick-fil-a it was! chick-fil-a is really the only fast food place i’ll go inside of to eat when it’s just me and jonas. they have a great little

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so to be honest, i’ve started several different times this past week to write something that’s going on in our life. and i’ve come up with zilch. zip. nada. cero. i mean, yeah…we practically are BFF’s with the Jamie Foxx. but when i try to think of entertaining things that we’ve done, i’m drawing a blank. so instead, you’re getting bits and pieces, one-breath style. jonas has been a pill lately

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tonight (after leaving my parents’ house), i had a hankering for some sherbet. (sidenote…do you say sherBERT or sherBIT?). so i pulled into the fancy schmancy wal-mart in our small town to run in and soothe my desire. for those who are unaware, i live in the city NEXT to the city that is the world headquarter’s for wal-mart. (another sidenote, but i’m FROM the city that’s the world’s largest

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-81239852768921157462010-05-29T22:26:00.001-05:002010-05-29T22:26:04.890-05:00

alas, i am a woman scorned. by who? by an etsy seller. theBabyMoon to be precise. you may find yourself wandering over to etsy right now to see that her site NO LONGER EXISTS, which is awfully convenient when she has stolen money (albeit only $30) from me. but i’m just a small fish in a very large pond, it seems. because there are other ladies…20 PLUS other ladies who have given this woman

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-11884568815981726792010-05-27T17:06:00.001-05:002010-05-27T17:06:29.578-05:00

today has been a really, really bad day. a bad day that rounded out an already really, really bad week. long story cut very, very short- i lost my job today. and i’m honestly really not okay with it. at all. because it’s really nice to not have gainful employment when you have just bought a house and your husband isn’t anywhere near you to give you a hug or dry your little tears. oh, and that

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-29521604407472196652010-05-21T19:18:00.002-05:002010-05-21T19:38:46.862-05:00

i have been BUSTING my butt trying to get our house together. i'm not very good at it, decorating does NOT come naturally to me, and i've found that my style is weird enough that i don't have any friends to ask for advice. but i'm on a semi-deadline...i think the gals from church are brunching here in june, and while john doesn't come home until mid to late september, i want everything looking

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-85059104835962386602010-05-13T22:52:00.001-05:002010-05-13T22:52:25.307-05:00

jonas decided to WALK on mother’s day. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!! seriously. he did 3 different 3-4 step sets that day. and today? just 5 days later? like 15 steps in a row!!! ALL DAY LONG. i cried. we received the sweetest birthday letter/mother’s day letter combo yesterday in the mail. i cried. i found a HUGE BLACK SPIDER IN MY DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM. like 3 inches big. BUG SPRAY DID

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-70662179733299849482010-05-09T22:26:00.001-05:002010-05-09T22:26:56.003-05:00

jonas, jonas taking a nap at 24 hours old.jonas taking a nap at one week old. we did it. we were able to successfully keep you alive for AN ENTIRE YEAR. if that simple fact itself isn’t enough for celebration, then i don’t know what is. because seriously, there have been times when i figured that one of the three of us would wind up dead. i mean, look at you. you’ve gone from this tiny

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-54032021615921294542010-05-09T16:31:00.002-05:002010-05-09T20:13:47.820-05:00

yesterday night a girl i graduated high school decided to end her life.there isn't a personal loss on my part from her death; while we were in a wedding together (where i was completely annoyed the entire time because she was wearing a size 4 dress at 7 months pregnant) and knew each other, it wasn't like we were friends. she wasn't someone who i thought of daily. or even weekly. outside of

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-14978673205092942312010-05-06T18:59:00.003-05:002010-05-06T19:07:53.790-05:00

it's been SO BEAUTIFUL the past few days! even though some of the nights have been hard on me, the sunshine makes it a little better.OOH!! and i've received letters from john the PAST TWO days! which just makes me all a flutter inside. i hope that he has been able to get my letters so far--he said that it's supposed to take longer for our letters to get to him and hardly anytime for his to get to

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-25658845430632252472010-05-03T09:31:00.002-05:002010-05-03T09:55:04.803-05:00

i won't be sporting a unitard while wearing a mask and holding an umbrella while trying to dance to Lady Gaga's hit. so right now you're either completely disappointed OR over the moon. whatevs.i'd be completely lying if i said i didn't wait by the phone ALL DAY ON SUNDAY, just waiting for my promised sunday phone call with john. while i know that he had called for (literally) 5 minutes the night

wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13293736219285609012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322287535365538893.post-61816940696020863382010-05-01T21:01:00.002-05:002010-05-01T21:13:53.530-05:00

i gotta say, i really do think that this prayer stuff works. besides having comfort/peace/ease the past few weeks, i have to let you all know that i witnessed a miracle yesterday.yesterday, my friends, i started the lawn mower. by myself.not once.but twice.now for most of you this may seem like no big deal at all. it's a LAWN MOWER, for goodness sake. but i have NEVER IN MY LIFE (okay, the 2 yrs+

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