Princess Diaries

I guess that my terrible 2 days of terrible 2’s (Thursday and Friday) served to draw Ali and I closer, rather than making further apart, thank goodness. Or maybe it was that I was so busy yesterday with the Shower and the Reception. But at any rate, she was quite attached to me, and very loving and sweet. However, all love has it’s limit.

We were sitting together in the living room, and I told her that I was going to get her neck sugars, and then proceeded to do so. She jerked back, looked at me reproachfully, and sternly said, “POP’S neck sugars!!!!”

A little bit later, we were about to get ready to go to Esther’s reception, and I said “let’s go get ready”, not saying for what. I didn’t think she’d know what I was talking about. She started clapping and said “YAY!!!”, and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back carrying her shoes, sat down in the floor and while trying to put them on, was saying “on. on. bye bye!!”. It’s really amazing what they pick up and understand!

At the reception last night, I gave her a fork to “play” with while we ate. (I just started letting her use a fork yesterday after, at her 18 month old checkup when the doctor asked how she did with a fork, I had to embarrassingly admit that I had been too lazy to let her learn to eat with one – still using the finger food method). Anyway, I had broken up a Hershey’s Kiss for her (out of reach, of course), and had given her almost all of the bites by hand to minimize chocolate risk, when she started stabbing for it and saying “fork! have it!! have it!!”.

Meandering thoughts and admissions of guilt

Phew! I’m back home, in my comfy clothes, hanging out!

Esther’s reception was beautiful – my Mom did a lovely job making it all come together, as I told you she would.

Also mentioned in the above referenced post, I tried to stick to what I do best for this reception: computers and paper. :) After doing the 300 invitations (which took several full days worth of work), I was “done” – thank goodness didn’t have to do the more creative and artsy stuff like food and decorating. I did get to help Mom out with one more task this afternoon, and it was just so fun. [excitement is building in my typing voice] I made an excel spreadsheet, and entered everyone’s receipts, then averaged the total over all of the hostesses, then subtracted from each person’s average to get what they still owed or were owed as a refund, THEN, THEN, THEN, I made a word document and I MERGED the name, whether they owed or were owed, and the amount they owed or were owed into a letter and printed them all out with one stroke of “ctrl-P”!! Oh MY that was so fun!! And My Mom THANKED me!! She doesn’t understand what a thrill that gives me. I know – I must be the biggest geek in the world.

I did take some of the invitations and the leftover pictures to the reception to help decorate, and was reminded why I should just stick to my geeky offerings. I was trying to pin a wedding photo up on the board where they had some pictures up of Esther and Bryce. I couldn’t find anymore push pins, so I figured I’d let a push pin do double duty and hold up the bottom of an existing collage of photos and the top of my new addition. Right after I stuck it in, I realized that all of the other push pins had been up against the pretty collages, but not pushed through it, and I had just put a hole in the pretty creative memory page. I was horrified and wracked with guilt. I found my Mom and confessed my sin, and she agreed that I probably shouldn’t have done that, although she said she was sure it was ok. More guilt. I am wondering how very upset the bride will be when she realizes I’ve RUINED a page of her book. Then she gets there. Oh no!! She’s just standing there, right in front of the board!! She’s going to see!! It’s going to ruin her night!! She has a bag. . . more pictures to put up – pretty pages just like the one I ruined. She holds them up (she’s about to notice any second and will hate me!!), then – – she pushes the pin right through her page!!!! WHEW!! I am exonerated. My guilt washes away. If the bride can do it, then I can do it. However – I think I better stick to what I do best – computer and paper. No more decorating for me.

I did have one major snafu when I did the invitations, however. I think I avoided blog-admitting (blogmitting?) at the time because I was still beating myself up about it. You can’t print 300 of something without realizing afterwards that you made a gaping mistake, right?
I was lovingly hand-feeding the last envelope (printing the mailing address and the return address, which was my Mom’s address since she was the main hostess) through my printer when my Mom walks in and says, “My address is 240, not 640.” NOOOOOOOOOOOO. . . . I tell her to just not tell me that!!! After I calmed down, I realized that it would be ok – there are all of 3 families that live on her street (none of which are 640 and all of which are best friends), and the postlady knows them all, and Mom can tell her to please deliver the misaddressed envelopes to her. But I didn’t forgive myself for quite some time. However, judging from the crowd tonight, there didn’t seem to be too many returned envelopes.

Ok – WOW. I’ve droned on long enough. Have a great night!

In Between Parties

Today is a busy day!! I was a hostess at Deidre‘s baby shower this morning, and am a hostess at Esther’s wedding reception (remember, the event that I made 300 invitations for?) tonight!! I am at the moment resting while Ali naps.

Since Kendall is already 15 months old (she is being adopted), it was fun to buy presents for her – I could actually buy toys and she’ll actually use them – soon!! She is going to make a WONDERFUL addition to Ali and AJ’s little best friends club – it will be so cute!! Ali is already talking about “tendall”. Here are Kendall’s presents from Ali and AJ:

I was responsible for chicken salad, but I wanted to do something a little differently than the usual sandwiches or little pie cups, so what do you do when you need a dose of culinary inspiration? Ask Ann Marie, of course!! She gave me the idea of putting it on cucumber rounds. To further spice it up, I soaked the cucumbers in Nabeel’s Greek dressing for a few minutes, and put a cherry tomato (from my Mom’s garden – I even put a sign on them saying they were safe!!) on top. Here’s our entire food table:

Here’s Deidre opening Kendall’s presents! Doesn’t she look AWESOME for being 15 months pregnant?!?!?! Best looking Mommy-To-Be that I’ve ever seen!!!

"It’s Complicated"

All of you who are on facebook, I’m sure, are aware of that relationship status option. I’ve decided that “it’s complicated” is the best way to describe how Ali feels about her new cousin Eli. She talks about him ALL the time, and 98% of of the time when we ask her who she wants to pray for, she says, “Pray Eli!”.

BUT, when it comes to face to face encounters, she avoids him. We’ll be driving up to their house, and she’ll be chanting in the backseat, “Eli House! Eli House!”, but as soon as we get inside, she’s like a little opposing magnet – keeping her eye on him so that she can keep as much distance between them as possible. As soon as she hears the word “home” come from my mouth, she is saying “bye bye Eli”, and heading for the door. And, if we force the issue of her getting nearer to Eli, we get frightened and horrified looks like the one I showed you earlier this week:

She also doesn’t like the idea of sharing Mommy and Daddy, and especially Gramamma and Pop’s attention with another little person. She has been the center of attention for 18 months, and would like to keep it that way, thankyouverymuch.

So, the best I can figure, is that she loves the idea of Eli, just not the reality of Eli. I’m sure that will change as he gets a little closer to her size, and they become best buds!!

2 Year Old Side of the Bed

Yesterday morning: Ali woke up on the 2 Year Old Side of the Bed. It was so weird, because she is usually so sweet and compliant. She did the opposite of what I told her, then would just STARE at me – she has quite a stare when she is being belligerent. Here’s a picture that I got of “the look” a couple of weeks ago:Chilling, isn’t it? She would hit whatever was nearest to her in frustration when I said “no” about anything, and she would not do what I asked her to do until she got disciplined. Her attitude was such a new thing, that it didn’t frustrate me too badly, I was more just amazed at how quickly it came on!!

Lunch: we were at work (had to go in for a meeting), and I was explaining to my boss who wanted to keep talking about something else that I needed to get home for Ali’s nap, and he said flippantly to Ali (who wasn’t even looking at him or paying any attention – or so it seemed) “Girl, go lay down right over here and take a nap!!”. We looked away for a second, and when we looked back, she was laying in the exact spot he had pointed out and was closing her eyes. Then he told her to roll over, and she rolled over. Amazing how kids will mind other people better than they’ll mind their own Mommy!! Obviously, that didn’t work out for my boss. I still left. :)

Afternoon: she was a complete angel – obedient, sweet, loving, the whole bit. She did everything I asked her to, with an excited “I’m pleasing Mommy” look on her face the whole time. Apparently she woke up from her nap on the other side of the bed. Phew.
Evening: I was FRIED and EXHAUSTED. I think the 2 year old morning had an effect, it just took a few hours to set in.
This morning: Me and Ali prayed at breakfast for both of our attitudes. :)
And, by the way, ever since I posted on how well her one nap a day was going, she has woken up earlier in the morning and not napped as long. I KNEW better than to post something like that!! Maybe this will re-jinx it back into place.

war?

The other day, I noticed that I had a whole bunch of bright blue gunk on my car’s splashguard. It looked like really brightly colored silly string. Wierd. Wouldn’t come off, either.

Later that afternoon, Chris is pumping gas, and I happen to look at the wall of the gas station: Bright GREEN silly string!!!
Was there a local silly string war and I didn’t get the memo???

Jesus in a Box

You know how when you hear a word you’ve never heard before, you then hear that word 5 more times in the same week? You know how you can sometimes manage to keep bumping into the same person in random places over and over (like the random woman that I saw at lunch on one side of town and then at dinner at another side of town on Tuesday)? I have had that experience, over a period of many years, with Jesus in a Box.

I was first introduced to Jesus in a Box (JIB) shortly after I joined facebook several years ago. There was a facebook account set up with a picture of a statue of Jesus, encased in a glass box with wood panes through it (making it look more like a jail cell). It was intriguing to me, because it was a “UAB” account – so I was quite curious if this statue was on UAB’s campus, or if it was just a random statue. Every now and then, I would see the facebook account again, and my curiosity would once again be piqued.

Last year, when we moved to our new house, I finally got my answer. I was driving down Overton Road (a road I had been on many times before, but that I now drive on at least 4 times a week), and I happened to look to my left, and there it was – the JIB Statue!! It was in someone’s front yard, as boxed in as ever, and the box was even built on top of bricks!! THAT statue wasn’t going anywhere!! Here it is:

Then I passed it at night, and realized it had spooky uplighting in it:Now that I knew that JIB was in someone’s front yard, it puzzled me even more. What were they trying to say? What was the purpose of JIB? I’m all for sharing Jesus with my neighbors, but is this an effective way of doing so? It’s a little strange and “out there” to me. Do they think that someone is going to drive by their statue of Jesus, encased in a glass box, and all of a sudden want to follow Christ? What about Exodus 20:4, in the ten commandments, that says (In King James version, for effect), “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.”?

Then I also wondered: who created the facebook account? Surely its not the people that live in the JIB house. Is it someone that knows them? Or just someone, that, like me, was driving by one day and saw it?

Some time passed, and one day I was in Cahaba Heights (the town right next to the street on which JIB resides, and I was behind this truck:

I have also been aware of this company for quite some time. They bought up a bunch of the Cahaba Heights rental properties from the Landlord of our first townhouse when he retired. So their signs have been around Cahaba Heights for years, and I have seen this truck many times as well. So I’m headed home, and he’s in front of me. Sure enough, he turns into the JIB house!! He is the owner. Makes a little more sense, seeing as I have always thought all of the signs on his truck were a bit outlandish also. It’s not that I don’t agree with his statements, it’s just that I tend to be a little more, shall we say, subtle, about making statements.

Recently, I had one more loose end tied up regarding JIB. Through Eli’s shower and birth and hospital stay, I got to know one of Lindsay’s friends, Julie. One day, via facebook, I found out that she was the co-creator of the Facebook JIB account!! Mystery solved!! She said that she and her friend, like I, happened to be driving down Overton Road one day, looked to the left, and did a U-Turn to go figure out why in the world Jesus was in a box!

So, if you ever happen to be driving down Overton Road, look to the left, and see Jesus in a Box, at least you’ll have more questions answered than I did! But I’m still looking for the answer to the question, “why????”

So long, two naps. Hello, one nap.

Ali is officially a one-nap-baby now. Naps had started to become a struggle a few weeks ago, and so while we were on our beach trip last week, I went ahead and swapped her her to one-nap days, since that is what AJ does, and also to try it out while it wasn’t critical (i.e. I didn’t have work to do).

I’ve been very hesitant to go down to one nap since I work only during her nap times. She was napping 3-5 hours a day total, and I didn’t know how long I would get when she just had one nap, so I knew that I would either have to cut back on my work or get creative.

The last three days have been the first “official” work/one-nap days, since we were basically on vacation all week last week (Chris was off all week). It has gone surprisingly well!! She has napped about 3 – 3 1/2 hours each day, and the most amazing part is. . . . she is sleeping TWO WHOLE HOURS LATER every morning!! She used to sleep 7pm-7am, but for the last three days, she has slept 7pm-9am!! So I am still getting up at 7am, taking a shower, having my bible time, and then still working for a little while before she even wakes up! So that is VERY helpful in the transition to one nap. It may not last forever, but I’ll take it as long as it is offered to me!

Oddly enough, I think she is actually sleeping MORE all in all now that I have swapped her to one nap!!!

As usual, things are never as bad as I fear that they will be.

Wordless Wednesday

My little fashionista insisted on wearing her sunglasses all day yesterday – indoors or out – because they were pretty, and even, according to her, “gujus” (gorgeous).

These were also her official 18 months-on-the-day photos. For comparison, here she is, in the rocking chair, at 15 months.

Random Thoughts about colors and odds.

My hand is this wierd shade of sickish green with a bit of purple mixed in (from all of the internal bleeding and bruising). But today, I have a new color – my pinkie knuckle is bright magenta! Just the knuckle. Odd.

Ali and I ate lunch with a family with 5 kids – a 5 year old boy, triplet 3 year old girls, and a 1 year old boy. Wow. They are great kids – very well behaved, and cute as can be, but they are still kids. That’s just not good odds to eat out with – 5 on 2. They are so brave. I think I’ll wait awhile before playing russian roulette again. . . sure, the odds of triplets are minisculely (not a word, I know) low, but WOW, what if. . .