"Adventures, I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull...But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually...I expect they had a lot of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten."

-Samwise Gamgee, The Lord of the Rings

Thursday, February 25, 2010


Have you ever felt it? I hate the feeling... seeing someone with a nice new vehicle. Or someone who can afford to pay a company to do things like finish their basement or landscape their yard. Recently I've been feeling it when I see someone else buying the pretty dress I was just looking at, or the mom who seems to have it all together all the time. Someone who is completing their adoption while you are still waiting.....

I hate feeling jealous. Sometimes its just a fast passing wave, and sometimes I have to work very hard to snap myself out of the completely consuming feeling. When its the latter, it makes me feel down all day. Not because of the things I want and can't yet have, but because of the jealousy itself. I shouldn't feel like that, so why do I? I don't particularily LIKE the feeling. Once in a while I just have one of those days where I just let myself wallow in it. Other times I can shake it off without a second thought.

Don't get me wrong.... I wouldn't change a thing about my life! But hey, a few more dollars here and there wouldn't hurt. Completing our family surely wouldn't hurt!

I suppose its just one of those things. But 'don't covet thy neighbor' often smacks me in the head daily (sometimes multiple times a day) and it is something I seem to be struggling with lately.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Thing 1 and Thing 2

I'm a mom... I like to brag about my kids. Want to get to know them a little better? Read on!

Thing 1.....

....is 7.5 yrs old. The '.5' is VERY important. He never forgets to mention it. He is in 2nd grade and loves going to school. He also attends the gifted ed program at his primary school. He has been reading since he was 4. He enjoys math, can figure very large numbers in his head. He gets fascinated by things very easily. He went from trains to buses, and now its big ships. Particularily the Titanic. The child can read fact books all day long. He's funny, caring, silly, and loving. He loves to play his Nintendo DS, and sometimes gets disgruntled when we limit his time. He doesn't forget anything, but certainly has a selective memory when it suits him. :) He loves to swim, ride his bike and scooter, and be outdoors. He loves board games, and more often than not wins. He likes things by the book, straight, neat, and in line. He's meticulous and detailed, just like his dad. He's our amazing firstborn, growing up way too fast, and we love him so much!

Thing 2....

.... is 4yrs old. He attends preschool two mornings a week. He loves trains. More than you would think is possible. If he's not dressed as a train engineer, he's wearing a train shirt, carrying a train toy, or talking about trains. Or watching a train movie. He calls himself Casey Jones when he's dressed as a train engineer. :) He's funny, sarcastic, and goofy. He loves to laugh, tell jokes, and is quite the little entertainer. He loves to race, count, paint, and use stamps. He's independent, but still likes to let someone else get him dressed. He started riding a two wheel bike at 3yrs old because he didn't like how loud the training wheels were on the tar road. :) He tells long detailed stories, can't pronounce his 'R' and its quite adorable. He has a quick temper, but it diffuses just as quick. He knows exactly what he wants when he wants it. He too loves board games. He adores his big brother, idolizes his dad, and is a mama's boy. He's our wonderful 'baby', and we can't imagine life without him!

Our boys... I can't imagine life without either of them. Big A is the spitting image of his dad, from looks to personality to perfectionism. Little A is just like me, from looks to personality to... well I'd like to say something nice like perfectionism, but in reality its sarcasm. Sometimes I shake my head when he smarts off, but he definently gets it from me. And when I watch our oldest make sure everything is in line and perfect before he can go on... I see his dad. They are perfect and imperfect and amazing. <3