Clingy, Clogged Cutie

Today I got the chance to watch Ezra. While Ezra isn’t as small as the little one to the left, he’s still tiny in comparison to most. Ezra is a whopping 18lbs eleven month old. Random funny trivia for you… Chloe Elizabeth, one of the Turner kids that I watched last night, is a whopping 17lbs and that child is almost 4 months old. So either Ezra is small for his age, Chloe is a strong 4 monther … or both are true.
Nonetheless, Ezra and I hung out today. He was dropped off to me from an Aunt’s car at about noon. His mom and dad are a few hours away doing wedding photography, so Ezra had an evening and a day of bouncing to two caregivers. I was excited to be one of them. I love that Ezra. He’s a blast. And not to be unmentioned… he’s a cutie too.
Ezra, on mom withdrawl, clung to my shirt, rubbing his runny nose on my sleeves. [Poor little guy.] We had a fairly uneventful day. We played, we ate, Ezra napped, we played, we ate, and then it was Ezra’s bedtime. Preparing for some crying like at naptime, I began singing to Ezra as we climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I’ll be with you

[Yes, the Veggie Tale song sung by Junior Asparagus… but seriously guys.. it was the first thing that popped into my head.]
Ezra happily clung to my shirt, much like the duration of the day. I sat down in the comfy rocking chair recliner and the fussing began.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I’ll be with you

I put Ezra into his sleeping sack (way cool invention, by the way) so as to simulate a comfy blanket that stays wrapped around the little buddy. Ezra wailed, angry that I had set him down to zip him all into his nighttime blankets. I picked him back up and he stopped crying. He rubbed his face on my arm once again, snuffling as he tried to breathe through his cold.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say
And if you think of me
I’ll be with you

I walked about the dimly lit room, cuddling the baby in my arms.

Think of me everyday
Hold tight to what I say…

I looked down to see the sleeping babe.

And if you think of me
I’ll be with you…

His heavy breathing consumed the quietness.
“What a little piece of Heaven,” I thought.
To his stomach he was placed in the crib without clinging or waking.
Sweet little dear.
You know, I’ve been here at Ezra’s house for about nine hours now, and I figure I’ll be here at least until 10pm, but there are no promises of when I will be able to go home tonight.
But you know…. I have been so blessed to have had a quiet afternoon spending time with such a sweet kid. Despite his cold and his mommy deprivation, Ezra has been such a dear this afternoon and evening.
So I just wanted to post a little to let you know about the sweet little Ezra.
I love that kid!

New Habit Gone So Wrong

So our cats have this new habit… jumping on the kitchen counters.

And I don’t like it!

But the new habit turned from bad to worse this morning.
My blueberry bagel popped out of the toaster.
Boots hopped onto the counter, grabbed my bagel out of the toaster and was back onto the floor in a split second.

So now he’s howling from his jail cell, the bathroom, where he’s going to owe me MUCH time in repayment for his new habit.

He’s lucky he didn’t get the death sentence.

Braggin’ Again

A few nights ago as Matt and I were saying goodbye he graced my ears with these words;
“I Loveth Youeth Mucheth

(She swoons) That man… and when he speaks the King James….

hehe
= P

An Unfitting Dress and a Solo

For those of you who don’t know… I headed down to Cincinnati this past weekend. (Really it was Friday night to Saturday early afternoon.) For those of you who know what I initially headed down there for… no it didn’t fit. And for those of you who don’t… I was trying on a wedding dress.

But no fear… my trip was not in vein.

I really enjoyed getting the opportunity to hang out with my mom and dad. I had had a really horrible day on Friday and I was actually looking forward to seeing my parents. (Not to say that I do not usually look forward to seeing my parents, it’s really that usually bad days cause me to seek out alone/away time.)

It was a fun trip filled with viewing mom’s old wedding dress (it was really neat to see a symbol of the start of my parent’s marriage- and also all the hard work my mom’s sister had put into making her ’70s lace wedding dress), wedding dress online exploration, a GOOD night’s sleep (FINALLY!), a quiet morning, enjoying a contata practice, hearing my mom’s solo (she did really well. I am still impressed at how despite her stage fright, she really gave her all to God… ignoring the fear. GO MOM!), holding a baby (always wonderful), and a nice lunch.

I was so blessed by the trip.

Thanks God, for once again, blessing me in ways that I did not imagine.

I love you, Jesus.

Brightens My Day


Look outside! DO YOU SEE THE SNOW?! [Well if you don’t then you must be in a place that it didn’t snow at. But it snowed here!!!] That’s right… SNOW!!!!

It makes me want to sing.

But I can’t.
Cause I don’t want to further the “neighbor who was assassined for singing” statistics.

But at 9:45… yeah baby… I’m bustin’ out the guitar!!!

To continue my wild jumping fit… I was reading my sis’ blog this morning. I was excited to find the address in my email since it got messed up through my last site and I’ve been Jes-blogless for far too long. But there was a section that was written to me… me who lost her blog site…. me!

It overjoys me to discover that in and amongst the business of life [and man it can be stinkin’ crazy], my sis thought about me. It was nice of her to write to me.

Thanks Jes.
That’s another thing that brightens my day.

I love you.

Tall Man and 3 Little "Princesses"

So I have to take a second to brag on my man… bear with me. [Or don’t. Cause it’s your choice to read or not.] =)

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, my mother’s boss got married. It was her and her husband’s second marriage and the couple was a bit older so they had kids from their previous marriages. In light of their many grandchildren, Matt and I were hired for the evening to watch these “spirited” children. We had seven kids all under the age of six and a half. The ages went as follows; 6 1/2 (boy), two 4 1/2s (girls), one almost 3 year old (girl), one almost 2 year old (girl) and two 1 1/2 years olds (boys). Whew! What a crew! And yes, they were all in uncomfortable dress clothes. Our instructions? Keep them occupied.

With limited means and limited instruction, Matt and I worked purely on improv. Small goody bags were provided for all the kids, so I drained every inch of entertainment from those goody bags as Matt tracked down a high chair for an extra little one. When the goody bag joys were fully drained, the children took to running about the reception hall. Since these children were usually psychotic, the bride and groom encouraged their running and took no mind to the screams and giggles. So what did my sweet fiance do? That’s right, he ran around the reception hall with them. No pride whatsoever. It was so neat to look up from the toddlers at the table and watch three little flower girls chasing after Matt as he weaved through columns in the middle of the reception hall. Those little girls [“Princesses” as one mom called them.] just laughed and laughed as they ran behind him.

After dinner was finally served for these little ones, we headed upstairs for video entertainment. Some of the little ones changed into more comfortable clothes, others stayed in formal wear. The parents came in and out of the room at random times to invite their little ones back downstairs. It was pretty laxed at that point.

Once video time was complete, the reception had elevated into dancing, which is always interesting because at that point I knew that alcohol had kicked in. [Not for me -I don’t drink- but for the guests who would be dancing.] By the time we got everything all cleaned up back in the room and headed downstairs the guests were weaning, but Matt and I were still “on the clock” so to say. We found my Mom and Dad to chat a little while the seven kiddos were dancing. In the middle of watching the dancing, almost three year old Mackenzie ran over to me so I could hold her. [She had taken to me for some reason.] She told me all about her dancing.
Matt piped in, “You want to go dance with Monica?” knowing how much I hate to dance in public.
“Yeah!” Mackenzie took the bate.
“How about dancing with Matt, that’s so much more fun!” I set the trap.
“Yeah!” came the responce.
I handed the child to Matt and off to the dance floor they went.

Matt held her and spun through the crowd. This huge smile beamed from her face.

“Visions of the future?” My Mom spoke leaning toward me.

“Oh yeah.” I laughed knowing she could read it off my face.

So yeah… that’s my sweet Matt for you.

And thus ends the tale of the Tall Man and 3 Little “Princesses”.

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