Friday, September 18, 2009
My brother's girlfriend gave us this dress for Daisy and I was so excited to dress her up in it. It finally (sort of) fits, so we went to a baby shower with her all dressed up! Congratulations Jody, we can't wait to meet your little girl!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
And when I say "recently picked -up" I mean my husband sent me on a surprise shopping spree to Kansas City with my friend Liz, while he and Liz's husband watched Daisy all day.
Yes, I took those pictures on a white burp cloth which I realize is the complete opposite of fancy, but hey, did I mention how my husband sent me on a shopping spree?
Monday, September 14, 2009
Micah's mother gave us a really sweet and sentimental gift for Daisy's dedication, Little Visits with God. It is a devotional book that she used to read to Micah and his siblings when they were growing up. This book is such a special treasure and I am looking forward to reading it to Daisy her future siblings too.
Notice the coffee stain? I will likely be adding my own to this book as well.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
We had Daisy's dedication at church over Labor Day weekend. An event for which all my in-laws generously came in to town. I couldn't decide what to dress her in for the occasion and considering I had just started working again, I didn't have time to really go shopping. So, I got it in my head that an all white tutu would be just precious for the occasion and that was something I could make! I was struggling with what else she should wear to go with the tutu and a friend of mine offered her daughters dedication outfit, unfortunately, it was already out on loan, and a couple months too big for Daisy, so while I didn't borrow it, it gave me an idea of what to do for the rest of Daisy's outfit- add huge white satin ribbon bows to each shoulder on a white onesie! Well, I think the outfit turned out just precious and I made it in one day working on it on and off throughout visiting with my husband's family. What do you think?
So, if you want to make this tutu, here are some simple directions:
1. Get a piece of elastic, I used 1/2in. Measure the width around you want the tutu to be, and cut to that size. Sew the two ends together to make the circle.
2. I purchased 1.5 yards of white tulle and probably only used about 1 yard of it, but I wasn't sure how much I would need. I cut the tulle in about 1-2 inch wide pieces and about 8 inches long and then I tied, as in a knot, around the elastic with the knot on the outside.
3. Tie and tie some more strips of the tulle, squishing them together tighter and tighter until the tutu is about the thickness you want!
4. I then tied a half-inch ribbon into a bow and hand sewed that on the to the front of the tutu.
For the onesie, I used 1.5 inch satin ribbon and tied it in two equal size bows and sewed them so that they wouldn't come undone. Then I sewed those on to each shoulder, and tacked the looped part of the bow down on the front and back of each shoulder (so it wouldn't get in her face).
To dress your child in something like this, it will require two people, and a video tutorial so that you will have to figure out on your own! (really, each time it took Micah and I together to get the tutu on and off)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Current mood: amused
Once Upon A Friday, is a true story taken from a day in the life of none other than myself, Cheryl Newman. I preface the story with that, because otherwise it may be a bit too unbelievable to believe that anyone could have a day quite like mine was on the 12 of May, in the year 2006.
It all started at 1:30am that Friday morning; well really I suppose the trauma you could say actually happened around 9:00pm the evening before, when my mother first steped on a 50 year old, rusty nail from a floor board on my brother's new-to-him house, but my story begins at 1:30am. My dad woke me up. Part of the disorientation I experienced at this point was because I have temporarily re-located to our upstairs gameroom for a bedroom, as my 96 year-old great grandmother has taken over my bedroom. As most 1:30 am wake-up calls are, it was an emergency, "Cheryl, can you please take your mom to the emergency room." So naturally, I jumped out of bed and got dressed. After 20 minutes of trying to figure out which hospital to go to so that insurance would cover it, we just decided to go the one downtown (a good 25 min. drive from our house). The hospital story has some elements to it that do add to the insanity of the Friday but pale in comparison to the ones coming up, so for the sake of brevity (which I realize I have already lost), I will pass over the details of my mom not removing her hand from her bottom so the nurse could give her a shot, but instead asking if she could just talk because it was much more enjoyable than the alternative. We left the hospital around 3:30am about which time the anesthetic began wearing off for my mom. So we went to WalGreens to fill her pain medication prescription and antibiotics. While there I decided to do a little grocery shopping as Great Grandma gets cranky if she does not have protien in the mornings and we were currently out of eggs, milk and bacon. "Taint funny McGee," is the phrase we are currently hearing, while she shakes the longest pointer finger in the world, if things aren't quite how Grandma thinks they should be (including her breakfast). We are still trying to figure out where the name "McGee" came from and who decided a proper usage for the word "taint" could be followed by "funny McGee" versus the dictionary definition of: "(tnt) v. To affect with or as if with a disease. "
One prescription hydrocodone pill later, we made it home. By the time we made it home, the pain was unbearable, and putting her swollen and infected foot below her head was not an option. We tried hopping, tossed around the idea of sleeping in the car, and finally arrived on a combination of a crab walk/scoot with her right leg in the air to get my mom into the house. Twenty minutes into our neighbors thinking I am dragging my drunk or dead mother into the house, she made it to the doorstep, (and please picture this) she lay on the floor, lifted her arms up to me and asked me to drag her to a couch. (we tried taking a picture to commemorate the event, but all I got were pictures of her on the floor) Another pain pill later and almost a call to an ambulance to come manage pain, I decided to wake my dad at 6:00am to help me.
By now you are probably wondering where my dad has been; well, being the responsible and thoughtful daughter that I am, and my father turning 50 in March, not to mention his incredible digestive wonders we often hear/smell, I scheduled a colonoscopy for my dad and it happened to be that Friday. So, all Thursday and through the night to Friday, he was relegated to staying close to a toilet due to the laxitives they had him on for the procedure. 6:00am I went to bed for about 4 hours to be woken up by a phone call from my brother, panicked about my mom and to check and see if the infection had spread (I thought he had information or news that developed in my short nap, but everything was fine). Too late, I was up now for the long day. Well, then my grandma appeared fully dressed for the day wearing her nightgown, blue gingham pants underneath and then she somehow found my closet and borrowed a white polo shirt of mine to wear on top of her nightgown, no bra necessary. I let her alone in her new outfit and made her the protein filled breakfast I had purchased at 4:30am. Just before my dad and younger brother were to leave for the hospital, my grandma shat her pants. We keep her in adult diapers for such occasions as these, but nonetheless, it is always messy. To spare myself from dry-heaving and anyone that reads this rediculously long blog, I won't go into detail, except to say that cleaning her up was followed by giving her a shower. That sounds reasonably harmless, except for the fact that my childhood allergy is still strong. When I was very young I told my parents, in all sincerity, "I am allergic to gross things," of which cleaning a great grandmother's dirty diaper is one. My allergic reaction this time was unfortunatly seasless dry-heaving.
So, finally a break, mom is asleep, Grandma is clean, and then a phone call. Jordan let my dad drive himself to the hospital and now the hospital won't start the procedure until someone is waiting there with my dad. Our housekeeper was at the house so I felt comfortable she could handle any certain emergencies while I drove my brother downtown to drop him off. Since I obviously was not going to make it into the office today, I decided I should take advantage of the time and exercise. I jumped on the trampoline, ran around the block and came inside to check on everyone, jump on the trampoline, run around the block and check on everyone, repeat, and repeat again for 40 minutes. (jumping is good for the lymphatic system, and also to make you appear crazy to the barely English speaking housekeeper.) Shortly after that, mom summoned me for a bucket, the pain pills finally hit her stomach and they were not settling well. She didn't want me to be there for that, so in consideration of my allergy, I assured her it was no problem to run away at that moment. I went to hide. I hid, by myself, upstairs in my new makeshift bedroom for 10 minutes. On my way down the stairs I meet my brother who had just returned from the hospital with my groggy father, asking me if I can clean throw-up because he will dry-heave. I politely gave him his turn at it.
The rest of the evening had minor events in it, enough that it was in line with handicapped day, in a nutshell they included my father arguing with me in his sleep (twice) and not remembering it, my grandma in 30 second to 2 minute intervals, informing me of my father still asleep on the couch and trying to take him to a bed that she did not know the location of, intermitent moans from my mom, making dinner, and me leaving town on my scheduled trip to see Micah's brother graduate from OU. I fortunately have a kind and selfless girlfriend who was willing to take a shift with my disabled family, so I left town and drove with my boyfriend to Norman. It didn't take long before I was laughing at the day and then falling asleep in the car. Before I catch you laughing, let me say, "taint funny McGee."
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Micah turned 32 on September 1st. (I realize some of these posts are a little out of order- but hey, I'm a new mom and get to these things when I can!) Here is his daughter giving him his first ever present from her (dirty diapers not counted):
It was a framed photo for him to keep in his office of this picture:
We celebrated with margaritas and dinner downtown at El Guapo on his actual birthday, and then when his family came in town they babysat and gave us a night out! We played golf together and went to a sports bar and grille for dinner and to watch the first OU game of the season. I love him and look forward to spending the rest of our days and birthdays together!
Monday, September 7, 2009
I recently finished a book recommended to me by a dear friend of mine, In A Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day by Mark Batterson. Great writer is he not but there were a few really great thoughts I walked away with after reading it. While the main point of the book is to no longer let obstacles be what hold you back in life, but rather use them as a springboard for progress and consider them an opportunity; I think what I came away with was the reminder of just how big my God is. Most of my readers actually know me personally so it comes as no surprise that I am a Christian, as in someone who believes in Jesus as God. If you know me, you also know that while I have truly had a blessed and incredible young life filled with amazing people, memories, experiences and opportunities, no life, including mine, has been without its share of disappointments and limitations. However, those disappointments and limitations should not necessarily be a reflection that my God is limited but possibly rather that my faith, my response to life, freedom of choice and action by others has been the reason for those disappointments or limitations. So, to share a few quotes with you of what is sticking out to me after reading this book. This quote is from a section where he talks about, "the way we grow up spiritually is by becoming more and more like a little child."
"We internalize limits. We grow up and grow old. What is worse, we become small people with a small God. I think part of Neos is training the limitlessness of youth. Regaining the idea that we have been created by a limitless God to have limitless dreams and imaginations."
Mark also includes this quite by Dorothy Sayers.
'The people who hanged Christ never, to do them justice, accused Him of being a bore- on the contrary; they thought Him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround Him with an atmosphere of tedium. We have very efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah, certified him 'meek and mild' and recommended Him as a fitting household pet for curates and pious old ladies."
My God is not tame, He is not mild, He is not limited; what would happen in my life or your life if we truly understood that idea and removed the limitations we have put on ourselves and on God?
Now for a complete switch, here the book I am about to start reading, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet. While it is an Oprah book club recommendation, I don't go to Oprah's church. I did just hear it is the largest church in the US. Have any of you "attended"? (attended is in quotes because I believe it is all online).