Showing posts with label Sarah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah. Show all posts

Monday, December 20, 2010

City Woman

Savannah is crazy for animals. She is a sweet and gentle soul who loves all, er…most animals. Her goal is to become a veterinarian, animal shelter owner, grunt, or volunteer – however she can get in the place - or a marine biologist.

Oh yes! Or a singer!

Pretty hefty goals if you ask me, and I know she can do any of them.

Of course she has the typical love for dogs, cats, and birds. But she goes crazy for dolphins and horses. Unfortunately, there are no dolphins close by that we can introduce her to, but horses are another story. At least that’s what we recently discovered.

There is a very cool couple in our church, Angie and Frank, who own two horses. Frank grew up with horses, but four years ago Angie discovered them for the first time and fell in love. They ended up selling their house along with most of their possessions inside, bought their horses and built a barn with part of it being their home. They literally built it with their own four hands.

Talk about living your dream! They discovered what they wanted and went for it, no matter what the sacrifice. They’re my new role models.

It’s a shame I didn’t get pictures of their home. It’s absolutely beautiful…and very small. I think Pat and I would kill each other in a month’s time.

They invited us out after church yesterday so Savannah could be with the horses. It was wonderful watching Savannah sit atop Sundance, a beautiful creamy Quarter horse. And he was so sweet with her. Angie said he’s usually easy to get along with, but not as calm and mild as he was with Savannah. I think he knew what kind of person he had on his back: 1) a brand new rider, and 2) one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. I can’t believe she came from me sometimes. I’m foul mouthed, impatient, hot tempered, and…

definitely a city girl.

Now I spent time in the country growing up. My family comes from the piney woods of East Texas. We chopped down our own Christmas tree behind my grandmother’s house and we listened to Willie Nelson. If that doesn't make you country, I don't know what does.

Plus, when I was around eleven my father moved back to East Texas from the city after my parents divorced and I spent every other weekend and many summer days poking around with cowboys and my very country kin. I’ve always prided myself that I could switch from city to country in the 3-hour time period it took to go from one to the other with a stop at Dairy Queen on the way.

Yesterday, though, I realized just how long it’s been since I’ve been, well, countrified. I got dressed for church that morning, keeping in mind that I would be going out to see horses later. When it came time to walk outside with the Quarter horses and our gracious hosts, I looked down wondering why I was having such a hard time. Hmmm…I wonder why I thought leopard print flats would be good for the dirt and sand. Plus, my open-holed crocheted sweater didn’t do much to keep the cold wind out. Oh! And I held a baby wrapped in a “I’m a Rock Star” blanket.

Then there was Savannah. She had on Levi’s – very appropriate - with a beautiful, thin blouse – not so appropriate, but luckily she had her hoodie to keep her warm – and her Ugg wanna-be boots. Not appropriate at all! And we had Sarah running around in a dress and keds.

They wouldn’t write a country song about us. We would be the Lifetime Channel movie about the family that takes a trip to the country and all mayhem ensues. I don't think I could have convinced anyone I've spent time outside the city lights.

But the cold wind and the sand in my shoes were all worth it. Savannah couldn't keep the smile off her face, and Sarah was in complete awe of the mighty creatures. We managed to get her up on one for a short while before she wanted down, but Savannah stayed up as long as they would have her.



That's Angie with the girls sitting atop Sundance.

Look at that blue Texas sky! You don't always have that in the city.

I still can't believe I wore leopard print flats. Good grief!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Letter to Pace

Dear Pace,

You turn 5 months old today. It’s going so fast. Too fast really, considering you’re my last.



Honestly, I’m a little sad and relieved at the same time. I’m getting too old for the late nights and early mornings, but I’ve loved watching your sisters bond with you. Each in her own way.

I’ve always known that your oldest sister, Savannah, has a kindness about her. A warmth that can settle your soul. When I’m not around she’s the one who can calm you when nothing else seems to help. She holds you tenderly and rocks you while speaking in a soothing voice. If I or your father need someone to take care of you for a while, she’s right there. When you’re older and you need someone to talk to or just sit with for a reprieve during rough times, Savannah will be the one to call. She’ll be your rock through life.

And there’s Sarah. Before you came home from the hospital I worried that she would have a jealous streak. Some of the attention she was used to getting would be given to you, and believe me she LOVES the attention. You’ll discover that. But Sarah showed an immediate interest in you and has grown to love you fiercely. And I do mean fiercely. She gets right in your face and sweetly says, “Ah-goo” a few times and then she shakes with such an intensity. I don’t think she knows what to do with the strong feelings she has. She may wear you out, always on the go and craving the spotlight, but you’ll never doubt her love for you.

I pray that the three of you will be a tight unit, able to help each other, laugh and cry with each other, and keep the family bond intact. Encourage each other to work toward your dreams.



And always remember…

Mom loves you.

P.S. So does Dad.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Sarah

Today is a big day.

Three years on this day, just before noon…



Sarah was born.

And she met her sister for the first time.



Sarah has added a little more light to our home.



She’s easy going.



She’s got a great sense of humor.



She loves her sister



And her brother



And she’s incredibly cool.



Happy birthday, Tugar.

I love you so much.

Monday, September 6, 2010

A Bedtime Story with Sarah

I try to read a couple books with Sarah most nights before she drifts off, which lately is about three hours after I’ve put her to bed. She likes to burn the midnight oil.

Our reading time usually goes something like this:

Me: Said the mother hor…

Sarah: MOMMY, LOOK! HORSE!

Me: Yes, Sarah. To her ch…

Sarah: NNNEEEEIIIIIGGGGHHHH!

Me: That’s right, Sarah.


*Give up and turn the page.*


Said the mother b…

BEAR, MOMMY! BEAR!

Yeah, it’s a bear. To her chil…

GGGRRRRR!!

Yeah, ggrrrr. I love you as mu…

LOOK! I COLOR!

I know. You colored the page.


*Give up and turn the page.*


Said the mother cam…

OOOOH! CAMEL!

Yep, camel.


*Pause this time and wait for it.*


*Silence.*


What does a camel do?


*More silence.*


LOOK, MOMMY! I COLOR!

That’s right. You colored the page.


*Chuckle, give up and turn the page.*


Said the mother du…

DUCK!

Uh-huh. To her child…

QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!

I lov…

QUACK! QUACK!

You as mu…

QUACK! QUACK!


*Sigh, give up and turn the page.*


Said the…

SHEEP!

Mother sheep to…

BAAAHH!

Her child…

I COLOR!

I love y…

MOMMY!

As much…

MOMMY!

As the grass…

MOMMY!

What?

SHEEP!

Yes, Sarah. It’s a sheep.


*Sigh, give up and skip to the last page.*


Now sleep…

BABY!

Child of…

IT’S A BABY!

I lov…

I COLOR!

A mother…

RREEEDDDD!

Can love. The end.


*And close the book.*


This is when Sarah sticks her thumb in her mouth and sinks down next to me….ready to read a book.

Can you guess that book?

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Heavenliest "Wip-Thick"

Sarah likes to go through my makeup while I'm getting ready. She rubs my blush brush on her cheeks and combs her eyebrows. Then she likes to top it all off with a little lipstick, or "wip-thick" as she calls it, and looks in the mirror and says, "That's Sarah!"

Tonight she was going through lipsticks I have stashed away and never use. The first one she showcased was really beautiful with her skin and hair. If she was older, I would have told her to start wearing it every day. Or if she was a beauty pageant toddler, to wear it for the big competitions. But instead I thought Hey! I bet that would look good on me!

I looked at the name on the tube and realized why it looked so good on Sarah and that there was no way it would look half as good on my foul lips. The name?...

"Angelic"

All at once now....

Awwwww!!!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

A Breastfeeding Story

Happy Breastfeeding Awareness Month!

And Phhttttttttttttttt! to all those people who shot me looks whenever I fed my babies in public.


(I have no idea who this baby is. I found it on the web.)

I ask you people: Would you rather listen to a crying baby or see feet sticking out from under a blanket and maybe hear a little contented gurgle? That's what I thought.

I thought I’d share a funny breastfeeding moment with you guys today in honor of Breastfeeding Awareness. There may be more to come throughout the month, but who knows. I'm spontaneous like that.

When Pace was just a few days old I was feeding him on our bed, one of my favorite spots. It provided direct cold air for the hot flashes I was having and lots of pillows to keep me propped up when I wanted to sleep. Sarah climbed up next to me and noticed that I had a baby attached to me. Out of curiosity she leaned in close, investigating the scene. She looked up at me with a confused look.

“Juice?”

“It’s milk for the baby,” I replied.

She tilted her head and gave me her best you-can’t-resist-me-look and said, “Weeth?” Translation: Please?

Luckily I was too tired to laugh, although I did manage a chuckle.

Watching me feed Pace has become boring for her now, but she still loves it when I break out the pump. She likes to watch the milk shoot out and sometimes hits my boob like a ball to help it come out. She gives a whole new meaning to word the dribble.

She's Mommy’s little helper!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Erased Memories

I had a scare this morning. Pat called to tell me our desktop computer at home crashed. This is the computer that houses Pat’s music for his students, my various writing trials, and most importantly, pictures of our kids.

I’ve been working to back up these photographs, but I haven’t made it all the way through yet. And the really sad thing is that this happened to us previously. The hard drive crashed and took Savannah’s first and second grade years into a black hole with it. Why the hell do I not back up my photos on a daily basis?

Maybe it was the fatigue or the rough weekend I'm still trying to get over, but the thought of losing all those pictures broke me. The tears streamed while I quietly cried into a napkin trying to keep my co-workers from hearing my sobs.

Thankfully, Pat called back in a little while with the good news that he was able to turn the computer on again. “Don’t touch it!” I barked as I dried my tears. I want everyone’s hands off of it until I can get home this evening and get those photos saved elsewhere.

We’re talking about this one…



And this one…



Oh! And this one…



Yes, memories stay with us in our hearts and minds, but there’s something about viewing them on the screen or holding them in your hands. Seeing the light in the eyes, or just how the hair curled, or how the hand rested on my shoulder, brings it all back so much more vividly.

And warms my heart just like this one that sits beside me at work for those days when I miss my kids so much it hurts.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Le Artiste

I do believe we have an artist in the family.

Last week we were all stunned to see Sarah's drawings.



Pretty damn good for a two-year-old, right?

Or are we all just that bad? I mean, that picture above looks like my Frankenstein drawing from when I was ten or something. Ok, I was younger than that, but I certainly wasn't two!



Sarah calls this one Me-Tow (like "ow!") I have no idea who Me-Tow is.



This one is a drawing of me! A little thick around the middle, but she got the bird legs right.

Savannah thinks Grandpa Ralph taught Sarah how to draw when he visited her in my dream.

I think that's a pretty cool thought.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

The End of Privacy

Privacy no longer exists in our house. Sarah can now open doors.



God help us all.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Imminent

It’s fast approaching.

Ok…it’s not so fast. It’s slowly creeping up on me.

Crawling…hour by hour….

minute by minute….

false contraction by false contraction.

My son will be here in less than 24 hours.

He’ll be born in the same hospital, and by the same doctor, as both of his sisters. In a small neighborhood hospital that has two birthing rooms. What happens when a third woman shows up in labor? I have no clue. Luckily, I haven’t had to find out, and hopefully I won’t tomorrow.

I described the magic of Savannah’s birth last week. Tonight I’m thinking about Sarah’s. She was scheduled to be induced the fourth day after her due date. In the wee hours of the morning on the third day, though, my water broke. Three hours later we were at the hospital in the birthing room all the laboring mothers want. It’s a room that feels more homey than sterile. The bed is hidden from view and a curtain stays up at all times so you feel as if you are completely away from everyone and everything. The windows look out to the trees that surround the lake.

If another lady is there at the same time as me tomorrow morning, I’ll throw my billfold at Pat and say, “Here, Honey. Take care of the insurance and paperwork. That room is mine!” I'll room up the stairs to the fifth floor if I have to.

Unlike labor with Savannah, this time it was just the two of us. No family or friends were there. They were all driving into town, working, or caring for our oldest. Pat and I were alone and it was one of the most beautiful, intimate moments of my life.

Sarah was born 8 hours after my water broke in true Drama Queen style. The doctor showed her to us and that bottom lipped slowly formed a pout and out came a wail. I had never seen a newborn pout. Don’t they typically throw their mouths open and cry? Sarah pouted…for hours. Even then she wanted to be sure she got all the Awwww’s she could. And believe me, she did.

How could you not oooo and aaaah over this face?



Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Sarah's Moving On Up

Sarah has now graduated from cussing to taking the Lord’s name in vain.

I have been more conscious of my cussing around the house, especially since writing my confession. But this evening we were watching something on TV while eating a treat (another bad habit I’m instilling in my kids) when something was said that must have been so ridiculous it prompted a boisterous response from me, because, you know, I never over react. (wink, wink)

I said rather loudly, “Oh my God!”

Next thing I know I hear Sarah’s high-pitched voice, “Oh my God.” Throwing up her arms in outrage and knocking over her glass in the process.

She did a drama queen proud…

Her mother was brought down another notch…

And I’m sure her preacher grandmother is cringing about right now.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Sarah's Going Crazy

“Hey. How’s it going?”




“Do I have something on my face?”





Uh…Sarah?





Where’s your pants?



“The dog took ‘em.”


“Yeah, that’s right.”



In the meantime my oldest daughter, who used to be crazy, is working to become a proper young lady.



Gone are the days of pantless dancing.



Although she does still have a little of the wild child in her. The bangs in her eyes make her “feel cool.”



Who am I kidding? They’re all crazy!


Monday, February 22, 2010

Things just haven't been the same in our household for the last few days. Sarah's been sick.



She's kept her chipper attitude, but her appetite has waned and she's sleeping more.



Savannah's been such an attentive big sister.

I was so worried about her last night that I slept in her room. I should say I tried to sleep. She kept waking up crying while trying to catch her breath. Her cough and congestion were so bad it would literally take her breath away.

We made it to the doctor today and discovered that she has an ear infection, but luckily the cold hasn't made it down to her chest.

We are now on the mend with medication...



and looking forward to better days ahead.