Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Perspective

There's nothing like spending a significant amount of time in a third world country to give you some perspective.


I spent twelve days (4 en route to and from) in Cameroon, West Africa. I had the privilege of working in a vision clinic and distributing malaria nets. I can't begin to describe the range of emotions I felt during my time there: joy, desperation, sorrow, exhaustion (both physical and emotional), fear, you name it.


This topic will take several blog posts. I'll share stories and pictures from my trip. I am still trying to wrap my brain around the experience.


These are some of the moms waiting in line for malaria nets:

This is the road right outside our hotel in Eseka. It had rained that morning.


Friday, April 10, 2009

Way Too Much

I've been working an insane amount as of late. Last week, for the first time in my career, I actually slept on my office floor. I feel beyond out of balance and am enjoying a long three day weekend with my family.

Thursday I somehow was able to sneak away for the kids' Easter Egg Hunts at their schools.

Me and my little man at his:

The little girl at hers:


Here she is mugging for the camera wearing one of my camisoles (don't ask):


One afternoon at the park, pretending to be rock stars:


My sweet boy:



And that, my friends, is all I have time for. Laundry beckons.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Divine Creation

My mom took the kids to Gatti Town one day last week since it was spring break and the little boy didn't have school. (The hubby did have school and I had to work, thus the trip to Gatti Town with Granny.)

At one point, both kids had to go to the bathroom, so Granny let them both in the family restroom and she stood outside the door. Here is the dialogue between the little boy and the little girl:

The little boy was peeing.

The little girls asks, "How does your pee come out of that little tiny hole?"

The little boy replies, "I don't know. That's how God made me."

Saturday, March 07, 2009

In Charge

The little girl and I were laying in bed, reading books. I was reading Climbing The Corporate Ladder in Stilettos by Lynette Lewis. The little girl was reading an assortment of books including Dora and Disney Princesses.

She finished reading what she had and said, "Mommy, I want the books on the nightstand."

"Honey, you're a big girl, you can get them yourself," I said.

With a big sigh, she got off the bed, stood in front of the nightstand, selected her books and started putting them up on the bed.

Disgusted, she said, "You're in charge of the house. You're in charge of your room. You'd think you'd be in charge of the books, too."

Oh, dear.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Photo Challenge

1.Go to the photo folder in your computer.
2. Go to the 6th folder of photos.
3. Go to the sixth picture.
4. Put the picture on your blog along with a description of it.
5. Invite six friends to join the challenge.


The 6th photo folder in my computer is from my son's 6th birthday party. (Kind of ironic, no?) Here is the sixth photo:


We had a face painter and he wanted to be The Incredible Hulk. The theme for the party was, of course, super heroes. This lady was phenomenal. She did all kinds of amazing faces.

There you go!

Monday, February 23, 2009

Nice and Smoothe

"Daddy," my daughter says. She is laying on Max's blanket that is still on the floor in the office.

"Daddy, I'm going to make this nice and smoothe so when Max comes back from Heaven he can lay on this," she says.

"Honey, Max isn't coming back here from Heaven," her Daddy says.

"Well, if God lets Max come back, then he'll like the way I left his blanket," she says.

"Yes, sweet pea, it's nice and smoothe."

Sunday, February 22, 2009

This Post Is For Pat

So, my friend Pat mentioned this morning that I'm slackin' on the blog. So, this post is for her.

My brother finally got married last weekend on Valentine's Day. Here's a snapshot of my little family at the rehearsal dinner.


I had gotten my hair done at the salon the morning this picture was taken. My stylist colored it (to cover the gray) and performed magic with the hair dryer. I could totally get used to my hair being perfect. Alas, I am not a lady who lunches.
Maybe one day my friend Pat and I can be ladies who lunch together. Right....