tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59401602433715724362024-03-12T16:58:03.148-07:00Notes About NothingMiekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-25667479427421169102010-12-06T09:20:00.000-08:002010-12-06T09:46:23.768-08:00One year?!Since I blogged last.... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, not quite. It's been a while. Things have been happening, important things, but I got caught in the trap of "It's been so long--too long to catch up, but also too long to move forward without explanation." This is the same trap that catches me when it comes to my sporadic <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">journaling</span>, keeping up with old friends (sorry guys), and mopping the kitchen floor...<br /><br />But, on this, our one year anniversary of moving to Texas, I had to post. We love it here. Really, really love it. An example: for the past three weeks straight its been sunny and in between 70-80 degrees. This week is chilly (60s), but still sunny. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Relatedly</span>: there has not been one muddy paw print in my house. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yay</span>!<br /><br />We have had such an enjoyable time. We bought passes to Sea World (2 hours away in San Antonio). There is a Children's Museum downtown that Tony thinks is the coolest place ever. Any my personal favorite hangout: the dollar theater 10 minutes away. Even the notorious Texas-size bugs have only got the better of me a few times.<br /><br /><br />We're ready for Christmas to come! Tony helped get the tree ready.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TP0eUQFVekI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U53nclvejV4/s1600/P1050469.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623649253882434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TP0eUQFVekI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U53nclvejV4/s400/P1050469.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="left">The presents are (partially) wrapped</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TP0eUsHTLHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jd72lA-91Zg/s1600/P1050481.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547623656778312818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TP0eUsHTLHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Jd72lA-91Zg/s400/P1050481.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">And the sounds of the season are ringing through the house</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDbZbwyRp2I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDbZbwyRp2I</a></p><p align="left">Hopefully I'll be back into blog mode now that I've gotten this Back on the Wagon post out of the way. If not though, Merry Christmas!</p>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-75700220137961001482010-06-21T12:37:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:03:17.745-07:00Frustration Is<ul><br /><li>When your library religiously enforces it's LAME policy of only having ONE copy of any particular book, which is of course currently checked out.</li><br /><li>When, in desperation born of new resolve to be financially conscious, you hold fast to the rule of not buying a book until you have read it and know that you like it, so you resign yourself to option number 2: book on CD (note: with the funds spent on purchasing the audio book, the library could have bought two or three more regular copies).</li><br /><li>In order to listen to said book-on-CD, you must dig out that ancient and otherwise obsolete item: your portable CD player (because the whole household objects to listening to your book on the living room stereo, dooming you to the solitude and uber-gooberness of the Level 2 Walkman) and hope it still works, despite being found in the bottom of a toddler's toy box.</li><br /><li>After having dedicated 21 hours and 19 minutes (probably 3 or 4 times longer than it would take to just read it) listening to the story, otherwise ignoring your real life (except for things you can do simultaneously like wash dishes [yeah, right] or play Marple*), you finally reach the end, and your only response is, "wait, what?! that's it?"</li></ul><br /><p></p><br /><p>*Marple: App Store it. </p><br /><p></p>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-13496013238905180562010-06-17T14:51:00.000-07:002010-06-17T17:11:32.697-07:00Quotables<em>Just now we were sharing a cookie and I ate the last bite (I am the mom, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">after all</span>--it's my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prerogative</span>!)</em><br />T: Can I have some more?<br />M: Sorry bud, it's all gone.<br /><em>Tony runs to the kitchen:</em> Let's go get some more! Come on, Mommy!<br /><em></em><br /><em>Walking around the store today, Tony grabs his pants.</em><br />T: Mom! My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">bummy</span> rash hurts.<br />M: I'm sorry. Should we put some medicine on it?<br />T: Yes. And you need to kiss it.<br /><br /><br /><em>Don went to Washington DC for the week. We took him to the airport on Monday. Every day since then:</em><br />T: Daddy went on an airplane! He'll be home Friday. Today is Friday.<br /><em></em><br /><em>This afternoon.</em><br />T: I like Rocket. We need to watch some.<br />M: Nope, not right now.<br />T: But we haven't watched Rocket for DAYS!<br />M: We watched it yesterday.<br />T: Oh, that's right.<br /><br /><em>When I come out of the bathroom (sorry for the visual)</em><br />T: Great job going potty Mommy!<br />M: Um, thank you Tony.<br />T: Do you want a sticker?<br /><br /><em>His new responses to just about anything.</em><br /><em>For yes: </em>Oh YEAH!<br /><em>For no: </em>Nah, probably not.<br /><br /><em>When he shows you something he's proud of</em><br />TA-DA!<br /><em></em><br /><br /><em></em>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-90978077859394968232010-06-17T06:13:00.000-07:002010-06-17T06:46:36.422-07:00As Ususal...<div><div><div><div><div>It's been awhile since I last blogged, as pointed out by a Grandma who shall remain nameless. In an attempt to appease her, I have returned. </div><br /><br /><div>I will begin with a couple more funny sleeping pictures because they are fun :)<br /></div><br /><div>You can't see it, but he's got his feet resting on his pillow (which he calls his Milk Pillow because it has a white pillowcase on it. He also calls Don's white shampoo Milk Shampoo. ha.) These are the special things he needs for bed. Good thing we have four free bags to take on our trip to Oregon (beginning NEXT WEEK, btw:D)</div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBogfMXpf0I/AAAAAAAAAs8/4gzUzsMFsm4/s1600/P1050016.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483731216545447746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBogfMXpf0I/AAAAAAAAAs8/4gzUzsMFsm4/s400/P1050016.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>He ate lunch while I was in the shower. Tired much? hahaha. </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBohr4fOIJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/q_oRj_Ut204/s1600/P1040836.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483732534058426514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBohr4fOIJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/q_oRj_Ut204/s400/P1040836.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Joyful in a laundry basket spaceship.</div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBojOcMNwxI/AAAAAAAAAtM/q6t5qqJIllw/s1600/P1040822.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483734227269567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBojOcMNwxI/AAAAAAAAAtM/q6t5qqJIllw/s400/P1040822.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Helping Don tighten the chair screws. </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBoleKUKxjI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rmAH_lkCZro/s1600/P1050003.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483736696372250162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBoleKUKxjI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rmAH_lkCZro/s400/P1050003.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Testing out his new church duds. </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBomjBUslvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y6YC9SffMJo/s1600/P1050005.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483737879369520882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/TBomjBUslvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y6YC9SffMJo/s400/P1050005.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-20616931953248132652010-04-30T13:33:00.000-07:002010-04-30T15:25:58.570-07:00Not Stuffy, but...We've all had a lousy cold the last few days. Tony wasn't too sick to be funny though; he'd come up to me and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">squinch</span> his nose, saying, "Mommy I need a tissue. My nose is fluffy."<br /><br /><br />In other news...<br /><br /><br />Tony is now out of the crib and sleeping on a mattress on the floor. He calls it his Special Bed, and he couldn't be happier to go to bed like a big boy. Of course, sometimes things go awry; just this morning I peeked in on him and he had rolled off the bed and halfway across the room, partly under the crib (which is still up, just in case).<br /><br /><br />Here are a few pictures of other naps gone slightly wrong:<br /><br />Must have been exhausted from heartfelt prayer... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">haha</span>.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466034647215542610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S9tBjSVCkVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3TtlhF8tiN0/s400/P1040816.JPG" /><br /><br />Apparently he was too tired to make it the two more steps to the bed, so he zonked out just inside the door<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466034644263461618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S9tBjHVNYvI/AAAAAAAAAss/kqVu7AdQFQM/s400/P1040810.JPG" />Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-72617449107259152532010-04-21T11:17:00.000-07:002010-04-21T11:39:28.508-07:00Something New<span style="color:#ffff66;">I've been trying to get more good things done, and I've come to realize that I need more time. Mostly because I just can't let go of doing my most favorite thing (reading all. the. time.), so in order to accomplish anything else, I started getting up earlier. Like, WAY earlier. Since we have been blessed with a great sleeper I normally don't wake up until almost nine, and Tony is content to hang out in his crib for a while so there's usually no rush to get out of bed. Glorious!<br /><br />But, that late start combined with my inclination to ease into the day means that nothing even starts getting done until like 3 pm, and then Don gets home at about 5:30, and I find myself thinking "Alright! Time to just relax" (I know, that's what I'd been doing all day, right?)<br /><br />So, to combat this massive un-productiveness, I came up with a schedule of when exactly I'll do chores, and go to the park, and read, etc etc. To fit everything in, I started getting up at 5:30 in the morning to go running before Don leaves for work (thereby avoiding having to push Tony in the super awkward jogging stroller). My friend and neighbor Julie has agreed to this insane plan and she joins me for the run. While it has been a great way to start the day, with getting the exercise out of the way, and doing more by 830 than I usually do in a whole day, I have felt pretty good. Except, I'm so tired! I've been going to bed at 10pm, but I've been so anxious about a number of things, not the least of them being that I won't wake up on time and then Julie will be waiting for me and she'll have gotten up early for nothing... So by the time I do fall asleep (130 ish) I am so worried about how little time there is until wake up, that I am constantly waking up to check the time. Ugh.<br /><br />I'm hoping I'll get into a new normal and then it won't be so hard, but for now I'm beat!<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-4677357220663077632010-04-12T15:24:00.000-07:002010-04-12T15:32:38.410-07:00His Mother's Son<em>Driving home Saturday night</em><br />Tony: "Mom, will you sing the Brownie song?"<br />Me: "I don't know the Brownie song (having never heard of it before). Will you sing it for me?"<br />Tony: "Yes. Won't you bake me a brownie, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">na</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">na</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">na</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">naaa</span>; Won't you bake a brownie for Tony <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pleeeease</span>? Na <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">na</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">na</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">naaa</span>."Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-47543907067804168202010-04-07T10:59:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:18:52.224-07:00The Potty Chronicles, Part IWe just got Tony one of those toilet seat-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">smallerizers</span> (that's a word, right? ha.) so that he can sit on the potty without fear of falling in. Yesterday (Day One) he had a small success, which was accompanied by much laughter, because even though he's not quite two, it is instinctual: little boys just know that bathroom sounds are funny. So he laughed and I clapped, trying to emphasize the greatness of this moment. Grandmas were called, and more praise was heaped upon him.<br /><br />Day Two: This morning while watching his all time favorite show (Little Einsteins, aka "Rocket") he tore his eyes from the screen and informed me that he wanted to go potty. Thinking the motivation was to get some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-lunch chocolate (m&ms have figured prominently in the the build up of excitement for going potty), I laughed inside at the lengths children go to for candy, and put him on the toilet. Well, much to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span>, barely a moment passed before he was fully engaged in the business at hand. More laughter, more clapping.<br /><br />I was impressed by his knowing that he needed to go, and actually telling me about it beforehand. While it's much to soon to get my hopes up, I am relieved that so far, it's going well.Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-48461069186240838292010-04-05T13:44:00.000-07:002010-04-05T14:37:47.036-07:00Picking Easter<div align="center">We went across the street to take some pictures with these bluebonnets, which Tony declared to be Easter flowers. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456759761087139106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S7pOF3A-jSI/AAAAAAAAAsc/wIJTcEMDUdc/s400/P1040768.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He came up to me and said, "I picked you some Easter, Mommy." </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456759773071340786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S7pOGjqO9PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LVDtZGIJmxo/s400/P1040766.JPG" /><br /></div><div align="center"> Here's Tony embarking on an Easter egg hunt, armed with his Thomas the Train "basket" and followed close behind by his trusty sidekick <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Roobin</span>. If the video I took would only load, you'd see how this detective duo sought out and recovered all of the eggs, losing the contents of only one in the process. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S7pMdFXnmKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MOz97G9i_Zc/s1600/P1040761.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456757961053935778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S7pMdFXnmKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MOz97G9i_Zc/s400/P1040761.JPG" /></a> <br /></div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-29184483000396258332010-03-11T10:01:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:04:36.437-08:00In my Inbox<div align="center">50% off a Trapeze Class!</div><br /><div align="left">Tempting.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">:)</div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-39921917943749194582010-02-23T12:55:00.000-08:002010-02-23T13:01:34.390-08:00Cows get tired tooAt least he was polite enough to take his nap on the side of the road, rather than in the middle.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S4RBYjFvzoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/x9qXTdkSfBE/s1600-h/P1030883.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441546139762413186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S4RBYjFvzoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/x9qXTdkSfBE/s400/P1030883.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-63450770961450542222010-02-19T08:41:00.000-08:002010-02-19T08:50:04.572-08:00PrayersSo over the past couple months we've been teaching Tony how to say prayers. He's getting really good, actually! He will repeat what we say, but he likes to add in his own things too. Usually it's blessing our cousins down here, who Tony just loves and talks about all day. He always remembers <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Roobin</span> too, and sometimes grandma and grandpa. So yesterday he woke up from his nap and was talking to himself, so I snuck up to listen.<br /><br />I heard him say "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Heavunly</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Faaather</span>, bless papa at work, bless Megan, bless Jack, bless Monkey, bless light, bless door. Thank you for papa and friends, and thank you for kitchen..."<br /><br />It was so sweet. I love this kid!Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-24061619082178108302010-02-06T09:08:00.000-08:002010-02-06T09:40:25.685-08:00BusyI haven't been posting much, but it's with good reason: I'm busy! The 'Texas Mieka' Project is going smashingly well, in that I don't just waste ALL my time dinking around on the internet or re-reading books I know by heart (I still do that, just less). Here's a small sampling of what I've been up to:<br /><ul><li>Laughing at Tony. He says and does the funniest things</li><li>Building towers and knocking them down</li><li>Writing for fun, but taking it seriously</li><li>Running (it's true!)</li><li>Other forms of exercise- in fact, I have <strong>two </strong>exercise buddies</li><li>Being friends with people (hence, the buddies ^^)</li><li>Playing some wii, but not too much</li><li>Kicking the ball for Roobin, and laughing when Tony helps me</li><li>Cooking new foods, though none of them are healthy. </li><li>Hanging out with Megan, who is the missing pea from my pod, as it were. </li><li>Enjoying time with a now much-happier Don</li></ul><p>Life is good, my friends. Life is good.</p><p>Oh! This morning I read <em>Eve's Diary </em>by Mark Twain, and I thought it was cute. You should read it too :)<br />http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/EvesDiar.shtml</p>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-77350485313674450712010-01-06T09:41:00.000-08:002010-01-06T09:55:01.069-08:00Waiting for Daddy<div align="center"> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S0TLq1w4DzI/AAAAAAAAArs/cwbk-WUuu44/s1600-h/P1040363.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423683788107943730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/S0TLq1w4DzI/AAAAAAAAArs/cwbk-WUuu44/s400/P1040363.JPG" /></a>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-72631929212353810512009-12-30T20:28:00.000-08:002009-12-30T20:37:40.096-08:00Tony Says<em>While playing alone in his room, Tony hears Roobin barking outside.</em><br />"Roobin, arrrrrg. No no barking!"<br /><br /><em>Looking for Monkey</em><br />"Yar you Monkey? Monkey? Ooohh nooo."<br /><br /><em>He likes peanut butter, and he likes to say it really fast and really loud</em><br />"pahbeeta, pabeeta, pa pa pa pa pabeeta PA-BEE-TAAA!"Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-5212512537320124222009-12-20T12:36:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:00:10.016-08:00Recommended ReadingI was reading in the December issue of the Ensign and I thought this one article was particularly poignant. Since I want everyone I know to read it, and this blog is the closest thing I have to a mountain top, I figured I'd shout it from here...<br /><br />The article is titled The Prince of Glory, and it's by Elder Bruce D. Porter. I tried to write out all I thought and felt as I read it, but I wasn't able to do it justice. Instead, I will simply say that the Spirit touched my heart and I want to be a better person; a person deserving of the love so freely given me from my Savior, Jesus Christ.<br /><br />You can read the article here: <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=90e0875a62c25210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=90e0875a62c25210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD</a>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-20194582034701927642009-12-07T08:03:00.000-08:002009-12-07T08:14:53.348-08:00Texas Mieka<p>exercises every day</p><p>tries new food</p><p>doesn't overreact with a GROSS face when the new food is less than delicious</p><p>is brave</p><p>goes places, instead of staying home just wishing she did</p><p>is outgoing and friendly</p><p>thinks before she speaks, at least some of the time</p><p>is patient</p><p>is tidy</p><p>is a work in progress</p>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-13647618228259738412009-12-06T20:44:00.000-08:002009-12-06T20:54:23.516-08:00I swear, I'm still here("here" having recently become Austin, by the way!) We're in the midst of a whirlwind; we had 10 days between getting home from India and moving here to Texas, and we're currently staying in a hotel -thankfully on the VA's dime- while we hope and pray for a tenent to rent our house. India was amazing, and hopefully I'll have some time soon to post about it. Hope you all are well, and happy December!Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-14563331094269972132009-11-01T01:48:00.000-07:002009-11-01T01:51:38.844-07:00I'm Leeeeaving on a Jet PlaneWe're off to India! We'll be gone until November 23, but with any luck we'll have some internet access; if so I'll try to post an update, or at least some pictures. Woo hoo! Wish us luck :)Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-10549204137408997662009-10-27T15:33:00.001-07:002009-10-27T15:34:43.941-07:00December 7thThat's the official day Don starts work at his new job in Austin.<br /><br />I'm so very, very excited!Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-6037716225281834652009-10-25T15:24:00.000-07:002009-10-25T15:30:58.276-07:00Here it is... The BIG NEWSWe're moving to Austin, Texas.<br /><br />Don was selected for a position with the VA Central Office, stationed in Austin. We are very excited, and anxious to find out the details, like when exactly they want him to start and so forth. Right now the only date we've heard is December 6th, but that has not been confirmed. Hopefully we'll have a little longer, since we are leaving for our three week trip to INDIA on November 1st. We will be getting home the Monday before Thanksgiving, which would leave us less than two weeks to pack up all our stuff and get down to Texas. Yikes! When we know more I'll be sure to post about it. For now, if you know anyone who wants to buy a cute yellow house in Portland, give them my number! Ha.Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-21784564303914022932009-10-16T11:17:00.000-07:002009-10-16T11:41:30.964-07:00Pumpkin Patch 2009<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti9LQLtqUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DAjO3BG8M2g/s1600-h/P1030518.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393268554796476738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti9LQLtqUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DAjO3BG8M2g/s400/P1030518.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8zGs9dYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/GcEPF9Vqo_s/s1600-h/P1030513.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393268139934709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8zGs9dYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/GcEPF9Vqo_s/s400/P1030513.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8ysDFmsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/vRAjoI0C6PI/s1600-h/P1030512.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393268132779760322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8ysDFmsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/vRAjoI0C6PI/s400/P1030512.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8c7yw8mI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-9vr1Xsw72M/s1600-h/P1030511.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393267759049142882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8c7yw8mI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-9vr1Xsw72M/s400/P1030511.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8cDahvmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QLgWrMEnBtE/s1600-h/P1030509.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393267743915097698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti8cDahvmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QLgWrMEnBtE/s400/P1030509.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti9MAYrHsI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRHgUstwXiM/s1600-h/P1030524.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393268567735738050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sti9MAYrHsI/AAAAAAAAAog/gRHgUstwXiM/s400/P1030524.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-64974128121489362052009-10-14T14:08:00.000-07:002009-10-14T14:22:55.131-07:00Picture Post<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Day at the Park</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StZANmaMcoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/t2GWfRQE0c8/s1600-h/P1030465.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392568206215639682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StZANmaMcoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/t2GWfRQE0c8/s400/P1030465.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br />Post-shower hair (and farmer tan)</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StZAM1bNGUI/AAAAAAAAAno/lU2LfwHtet4/s1600-h/P1030457.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392568193066539330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StZAM1bNGUI/AAAAAAAAAno/lU2LfwHtet4/s400/P1030457.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Mouth stuffed full of scone bites</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY_GxJ2gFI/AAAAAAAAAng/Qoxsc0LpFbs/s1600-h/P1030498.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392566989329170514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY_GxJ2gFI/AAAAAAAAAng/Qoxsc0LpFbs/s400/P1030498.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Sporting new jammies</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY_GdT8mVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Rca85u_WwPI/s1600-h/P1030481.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392566984002804050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY_GdT8mVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Rca85u_WwPI/s400/P1030481.JPG" /></a><br /><br />He wanted to wear both hats; how could I say no to this face?</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY-nBd5NLI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I75vTgp-KDg/s1600-h/P1030472.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392566443952387250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/StY-nBd5NLI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I75vTgp-KDg/s400/P1030472.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-45409432320667837182009-10-07T16:11:00.000-07:002009-10-07T16:37:22.089-07:00Holy Ticking Clock, BatmanWho knew that it's been over a month since I last posted? Where do the days go? Funny how time flies when you're reading books, walking around parks and stores and the yard, falling into dog poo, getting cleaned up from said fall, eating peaches like there's no tomorrow, trying to keep the house passably clean, watching too many episodes of Law and Order because you have DVR and cable and you just can't resist, learning how to shake hands, climbing onto the furniture then back down and then back up again, planning a trip to the <em>actual</em> other side of the world (countdown: 26 days till takeoff!), etc etc etc. As you may have perceived, some of those things are what I've been doing, while others referred more to the recent amusements of young master Tony (I'll let you wonder about who exactly it was that fell into the poo). In short, we've been busy.<br /><br />Stay tuned in the coming weeks for what may be huge news, and if not, at least some *hopefully* mildly entertaining anecdotes and pictures of, if I do say so myself, the World's Cutest Kid. Until then,<br /><br />Happy Autumn everyone!Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940160243371572436.post-39427088879265275632009-09-01T20:28:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:42:30.095-07:00A few things<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sp3o7AEX8KI/AAAAAAAAAnA/WIfLoNdIMDE/s1600-h/P1030404.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376709630478512290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sp3o7AEX8KI/AAAAAAAAAnA/WIfLoNdIMDE/s400/P1030404.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sp3o7vxdTOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0TbTwlLD4d4/s1600-h/P1030405.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376709643284073698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi4nc_SCrWI/Sp3o7vxdTOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0TbTwlLD4d4/s400/P1030405.JPG" /></a>New favorite place: in the cupboard.<br /><br />New favorite toys: the contents of said cupboard.<br /><br />In other news...<br /><br /><ul><li>Tony had his 15 month check up today; he's 25 l<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bs</span> 1 oz and 32 inches tall (57%/75%), and doing great. He had 4 shots which he did not like one bit, but after a swig of milk and some animal crackers he was over it. </li><br /><br /><li>Don has applied for the dream job in Austin, TX so any prayers in support of that are most welcome and appreciated :)</li><br /><br /><li>We've painted our house from icky tan to happy don't-you-want-to-buy-me-right-now yellow, and as soon as I do the trim touch-ups I will post pictures. Thanks for all the help, everyone!</li><br /><br /><li>I am now a fan of Marshmallow Mateys, thanks to the beach trip re-introducing them into my life. </li><br /></ul><p> </p>Miekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16396823479785478959noreply@blogger.com6