tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25392886804566561442024-02-06T20:32:25.233-08:00Sunshinesunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-83376751448512809432012-05-10T16:08:00.000-07:002012-05-10T16:08:00.742-07:00Mother's DayAs we drove to HEB for our typical Sunday shopping trip, my daughter talked about getting me a Mother's Day gift. She even brought her wallet with $26. I told her there wasn't a need to get me something, but in typical Cami fashion, she was insistent. Approaching the store, she told me what aisle she would be on, but gave me instructions not to watch her. She returned within 2 minutes. She told me she was going to pay and not to look. I suddenly panicked because she can't count money. I said, "let me come help you or I can pay and you can pay me back." Nope. She was on a mission. I watched in awe as my 10 year old sometimes I'm independent but sometimes I need you daughter walked confidently to the express lane, waited in line, and paid (with NO trouble)! As I watched, I cried. What a special gift I've been given in her. Smiling, she walked over to me and I hugged her tightly to tell her how special she is. In the car, she directed me to close my eyes. She couldn't wait to give me 3 tubes of lipstick. Two are colors she thinks I would have chosen (and she was correct) and 1 was a crazy, bold color that is to be used for going out! How fun. I'm so proud of my girl and I thank God daily for my blessing.sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-75440407215221258582011-12-16T18:43:00.000-08:002011-12-16T18:52:42.372-08:00Positive thoughts?Tonight was a bit tough. I had another version of the stomach bug beginning yesterday and had to miss work today. Cami left this afternoon for 10 days with her dad. On the positive, I have several days to connect with friends, buy and wrap presents, and take time for myself. <div>Included in those "several days" are my former wedding anniversary, Christmas Eve, and Christmas. My parents always say, "it's just a day." I agree. MY Christmas is when Cami is home. However, knowing the rest of the Christians in the world are celebrating on Dec. 25 is a bit difficult. I can do it; I've done it for 10 years. Which brings me to the next point. I'm READY for a relationship. An adult relationship with a man. Yes. You heard me. I've done Match, Perfectmatch, eharmony, blind dates, set ups with friends of friends, blind dates... so what is the problem? Perhaps I wasn't as "ready" as I thought I was? Perhaps I haven't found the right person? No idea. But, I'm SURE NOW is the time. Okay? Help a girl out! :-)</div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-74542506823474572702011-09-28T19:13:00.000-07:002011-09-28T19:28:48.482-07:00Thank youThank you, God. Thank you for blessing me with my amazing little girl. Thank you for choosing me to be her mother. I didn't realize I would need to discuss death, or relationships (family, BOYS, and girlfriends) so often. However, today I realized that these experiences help her understand life, the importance of relationships, death and You. <div><br /></div><div>We had a tragic, terrible experience this morning. We tried to save a little white dog trotting down a road full of traffic. We attempted to happily lure her into the car, in the dark. The dog didn't respond, and headed right into the intersection of a major highway, only to be hit (as I heard, and my daughter saw) by a "monster truck." Do you know what my angel said? Through her tears, she put her hands in a "why" gesture and said, "God always has a purpose." Really?! I wasn't even "there" yet in my own head, and my 9 year old recognized that? In fact, I was pissed. I was thinking, "WHY did you let my daughter see this? WHY?" I'm seriously amazed by her. From the time she was 3 and recognized my grief at the loss of my father, to now. Talk about intuitive. I've never been so proud of anything in my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>The experience this morning and the fact that she can describe the scene in detail disturb me. However at the end of the day, she donated $45 of her own money to an animal shelter "in memory of the dog that died today." Thank you for reminding me of my blessings. I'm sorry it took this tragic event to remember. </div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-32358882198727769802011-09-19T19:38:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:53:08.573-07:00NormalcyNormalcy (according to Websters): <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "><img src="http://www.merriam-webster.com/styles/default/images/reference/external.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /><h2 class="def-header" style="background-image: url(http://www.merriam-webster.com/styles/default/images/reference/hardrule-background.jpg); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; padding-right: 15px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Definition of <em style="font-style: normal; ">NORMALCY</em></span></h2><div class="KonaBody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><div class="sense-block-one"><div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="ssens"><strong>:</strong> the state or fact of being <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/normal" class="formulaic" style="color: rgb(41, 101, 199); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; ">normal</a></span></div></div></div><div class="learners-link"><div class="learners-link-content" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 22px; ">Examples:</div></div><div class="example-sentences" style="color: rgb(161, 163, 166); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><div class="KonaBody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><ol class="content collapsed-list" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 20px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><li class="always-visible" style="background-image: url(http://www.merriam-webster.com/styles/default/images/reference/list-bullet.jpg); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; color: black; font-size: 13px; list-style-type: none; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 14px; background-position: 0% 9px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; ">Let's hope for an end to the war and a return to <em style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; ">normalcy</em>.</li><li class="always-visible" style="background-image: url(http://www.merriam-webster.com/styles/default/images/reference/list-bullet.jpg); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; color: black; font-size: 13px; list-style-type: none; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 14px; background-position: 0% 9px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "><a weary="" soldier="" longing="" for="" the="" em="" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; ">normalcy of peacetime life></a></li></ol></div></div><div class="synonyms-reference" style="color: rgb(123, 123, 123); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><h2 style="background-image: url(http://www.merriam-webster.com/styles/default/images/reference/hardrule-background.jpg); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "><a weary="" soldier="" longing="" for="" the="" em="" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; "><br /></a></h2><div class="content"><div mwref="http://www.m-w.com/mwref" hw="normalcy"><div class="default" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 22px; "><div class="content"><div class="ant-para" style="margin-bottom: 10px; "><a weary="" soldier="" longing="" for="" the="" em="" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; ">My question is this: "what is the state...of being normal?" What is the operational definition? What in the hell is "normal?" My normal and your normal are probably different. My normal is a quiet home with my daughter. On a week night we do homework, have dinner, shower, and then watch tv or play outside IF there is time. Then it is read and go to bed. Weekend...our normal is to totally chill out on Friday nights. We are both too exhausted to formulate a thought. Saturday and Sunday are typically soccer games, groceries, errands, play dates, movies, etc. </a></div><div class="ant-para" style="margin-bottom: 10px; "><a weary="" soldier="" longing="" for="" the="" em="" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; ">I WANT my "normal' to be all of the above without the added stresses of work, or mood swings (we are both female after all), pressures, being pulled multiple directions, cleaning house, doing laundry, etc. Okay, I want to have my cake and eat it too. I'm sick of that cliche. But I guess that sums up my wants. While I'm on that subject however, I must say that I also want a companion. I want to share my life with another adult, preferably a cute, intelligent male. I think I wanted another child (given I have the aforementioned male companion.) I'd love a bigger home, more organization, more time to devote to my child and more time to effectively do my job. Perhaps being on only 1 campus would help? Maybe it wouldn't. Really, I want to have an effect on children and teachers. I want to demonstrate and model the best practices of educating and parenting. I need to seek that opportunity, as well as the other opportunities I mentioned. I want to be thin without stretch marks. Now...let me get back to my reality... :-) We all have dreams. </a></div></div></div></div></div></div></span>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-61649283504366780852011-07-04T11:55:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:57:04.546-07:00Camp InventionCami was quoted in the paper! She had a blast at Camp Invention!<div><br /></div><div>http://leanderledger.com/2011/06/28/how-to-make-an-inventor-…/</div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-70124065802529112532011-07-04T11:51:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:54:41.733-07:00TonsilectomyInitially I thought, "she's just having her tonsils out." Now we are on day 5 and she is still in pain. I don't like it one bit. She woke up in the middle of the night with intense ear pain, and it is still here as I type. She did overcome vomiting on day 2 which was horrible. Each day is better, so I'm thankful for that. <div>Today is the 4th of July. I hope we are able to get out of the house at some point. </div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-34166079145118055442010-10-31T19:28:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:40:44.464-07:00AwardTonight I feel I should give myself a big award. I was invited to Trick-or-Treat with Cami and her dad's family. I went and enjoyed myself. I like his wife and their kids are precious. I love seeing Cami as a sister. In our house, she is an only child. It was refreshing to watch her with her sisters. <div>I must say, I struggled emotionally this weekend and couldn't figure out why. I've been on a semi-health kick, my career is going well, I've been happy. But this weekend was difficult. I finally surmised that I'm not where I want to be as a family. I had an expectation that 1) I wouldn't get divorced, and 2) after I did divorce, I would remarry and have another child. Well, here I am, 8 years out of my divorce, no man in sight, and certainly another child is not in sight. I decided that what was making me sad this weekend was the fact that my vision of "family" wasn't spending the evening with my ex-husband, his wife, their kids, and my child. </div><div>Once I put my finger on my issue, all I could was make the best of it. It is what it is. I am who I am. I'm in control putting the right things in my body, I'm in control of how I raise my child, I'm in control of my happiness. </div><div>So again, I think I deserve an award. I taught my daughter tonight that family is important, regardless of "which" family she belongs to. We are all a family, although very nontraditional, a family nonetheless. </div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-76447967285976010862010-10-24T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-24T18:36:03.260-07:00EverythingTonight I am feeling as if "I can't do it all." I try. I really do. I try to exercise 3 times a week, eat healthy, have Cami eat healthy, keep up with the house cleaning, keep up with the laundry, maintain the yard, be a great mommy, make lunches, make breakfast, make dinner, be a great employee, etc. I try to be social with my fabulous friends. I can't seem to make it all work at the same time, though. I see other mommy's do it. I have friends that do it. I'm not sure why I can't do it. Ugh.<div><br /></div><div>However, I love, love, love watching my girl play soccer. I love her laugh. I love tickling her sweet, soft skin at bedtime. I even love her meltdowns b/c I know that she has a huge heart and a love for life. I love her sassiness. I love her witty comments. I love her dedication to learning. I'm truly blessed. I have one amazing, full-of-life daughter.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what if I can't do it all?!?! I was put on this earth to be Camilla Jane's mother. Thank you, God. </div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-78261851205648004402010-06-20T18:55:00.000-07:002010-06-20T19:03:21.486-07:00DadSo today is Father's Day. I ache to hear my dad call me "punkin'" or to laugh at Cami's antics. He adored that girlie! They have quite a connection even now that he is gone. She speaks of him often and also reassures me that he is our angel. I believe her. I believe children have a spiritual connection with life "on the other side." My dad watches us and takes care of us. For that I'm thankful. I miss his laugh, his grin, his dimples, his compassionate eyes, his loving hugs, his ridiculously detailed stories, his quick wit, his passion for writing, and really, I just miss HIM.sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-47997628190561840052010-04-17T20:07:00.000-07:002010-04-17T20:22:21.215-07:00A break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoeH2wFx9XRy3mhEMcbJxUrhgYQwiMYceBnn405kUO1bRnNHck5bkKIRcfWmKv4FizBgLKrrAs_iMxGM4_mIP37zR-M-G9BGVaI-hwRmWSigAfoJQhRmanzd3totoxJ7L6XxMGAMPPiXL/s1600/everything+153.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461312603028803570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoeH2wFx9XRy3mhEMcbJxUrhgYQwiMYceBnn405kUO1bRnNHck5bkKIRcfWmKv4FizBgLKrrAs_iMxGM4_mIP37zR-M-G9BGVaI-hwRmWSigAfoJQhRmanzd3totoxJ7L6XxMGAMPPiXL/s200/everything+153.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm missing my sweet girl tonight. It is ironic that sometimes I can feel in my soul that I need a bit of a break for a little alone time, but then I long to hug her and laugh with her. Cami and I have an amazingly strong bond, which is wonderful. I'm truly blessed. But she comes to my bed EVERY SINGLE night. I reach a point where I just need a little "me" time. I don't want an animal or a child touching me, or climbing on me. 24/7 adds up quickly, especially for someone who is so fiercly independent. I get overwhelmed at times with working full time, soccer practice, grocery store, cleaning, cooking dinner, being a disciplinarian, paying bills, etc. Then do it all over again beginning at 5:30 a.m. the next day. I feel guilty about needing/wanting a break, but I do feel refreshed when I get it. I also tend to not even want to see friends when she's gone. I truly am THAT tapped out that I can't bring myself to be social. So, she has been gone an entire 10 hours and I miss her terribly. Sigh. Enough break...</div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-30259078131559131302010-01-24T17:39:00.000-08:002010-01-24T17:45:33.282-08:00WeekendGreat weekend! Friday was BB practice. Cami plays on an all boys team. They think she's tough, but Friday night she was tripped and she bawled! All the boys (coaches included) just stared at her. She is tough, but she still has estrogen!<br /><br />Game Saturday, they lost, but she played well.<br /><br />Two birthday parties Saturday. One was for her friend Aiden. We saw the Tooth Fairy, super cute! The other was for my friend Erin! Both were great.<br /><br />Today, Cami had a huge agenda, but so did I...cleaning and laundry. I know, yuck. It is terrible we have to use our weekends to catch up, at least it is for an 8 year old. We only got to 2 of her things on her agenda, the obstacle course for her magic beans, and Yoyo's. I got to all the things on my agenda so we were both happy.<br /><br />She is sleeping, the house is clean, laundry is still going, and I'm going to relax. But Brothers and Sisters is a repeat..ick! Guess I'll go to bed early...<br /><br />Have a great week!sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-64314829129798602252010-01-21T17:36:00.000-08:002010-01-21T17:38:55.201-08:00Cami asks...A meterologist came to visit 2nd grade on Tuesday. Cami made the Q and A section! <br /><br /><a href="http://www.kvue.com/community/blogs/meghans-weather-corner-blog/CC-Mason-2nd-Grade-Students-Ask-Weather-Questions-82154347.html">http://www.kvue.com/community/blogs/meghans-weather-corner-blog/CC-Mason-2nd-Grade-Students-Ask-Weather-Questions-82154347.html</a>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-61277701851310520792008-09-17T18:37:00.001-07:002008-09-17T18:42:37.086-07:00Green BeltTonight Cami tested for and received her green belt in karate. She is doing great! I will post pictures tomorrow night. We got home late, I just got her to bed, and I'm pooped! She is so proud of herself, as am I.sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-17795528196675098692008-09-17T18:37:00.000-07:002008-09-17T18:41:06.552-07:00StitchesMy poor little snaggle toothed girl! She was playing Freeze Tag at recess, ran into a little boy, and the only tooth left in her head gashed his forehead open. He had to get 5 stitches! She was just beside herself. We HAD to get him a gift and a card and take it to school so he would know how sorry she is. She has cried every night about it because she is afraid he won't want to be her friend anymore. My sweet little punkin'...sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-88665901299587136012008-09-14T17:08:00.000-07:002008-09-14T17:17:46.236-07:00Park<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKri7CCtIRp-akYUDxSXvtoN2iWKHtK6M9bdHFkBAmG8P3GdW0gTttxXf_1wZWZSif2d53hq8zLuSh-vrZzJ8gBPBAtpCD9vlAoH7cb01IiV9cVpfPonwplQwT0L_l16QjN6jzYpT9z9Qw/s1600-h/DSCN1544.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035628855462626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKri7CCtIRp-akYUDxSXvtoN2iWKHtK6M9bdHFkBAmG8P3GdW0gTttxXf_1wZWZSif2d53hq8zLuSh-vrZzJ8gBPBAtpCD9vlAoH7cb01IiV9cVpfPonwplQwT0L_l16QjN6jzYpT9z9Qw/s200/DSCN1544.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlE35uSgBzFttcq3aZioJCunCUIEWPKTGwfr4V-50kZrMFKRO1wgrEpLOuDSh0sEfOrjlbk0nd9f1E4LVChK7EoQLdzf-tZIzGZ0pPy2NuwgPJAx3eXVhE_LVC7a8snOly-2dW7G6JeOU/s1600-h/DSCN1542.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034805690407554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlE35uSgBzFttcq3aZioJCunCUIEWPKTGwfr4V-50kZrMFKRO1wgrEpLOuDSh0sEfOrjlbk0nd9f1E4LVChK7EoQLdzf-tZIzGZ0pPy2NuwgPJAx3eXVhE_LVC7a8snOly-2dW7G6JeOU/s320/DSCN1542.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Supposedly we were going to be stuck indoors this weekend due to Hurricane Ike. As devastating as it was for others, Austin was able to continue to enjoy the outdoors. The temperature is cooler which is wonderful for the park. Cami and I went to Williamson Co. Park today for a picnic with our friends Kieren and Keelin. Ironically, the creek was dry enough for the girls to walk through it and collect rocks. We had a great time!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246035138502616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyHfnjotqBcZs-xFocNIGhBEW58BnMpvvvZ9pMGLjqtWbsecIy3-fCBONmSDB6Zi_Zskj0Ng8AulZx5cD7y8uaqCuyG-37-LPB25Vdy6cYV_pvGKoWBRRHNIoE1h7yawbbrAVz9SjaMxr/s200/DSCN1546.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-19355436557609844782008-09-08T18:37:00.000-07:002008-09-08T18:43:09.859-07:00Teeth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipu_ocfylWLNYuD1NUL7VXC6uA4HZcD1ugl6q3psl4bp_TsslKk_fFrdB5XaG52uzfTaXMNajw8rBHgZQEIiIS6m36nTciOsVxvafY2WCZHPWwagBUFivhn6j5Le7r6MxeolxnKJlFtiKW/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831126492140978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipu_ocfylWLNYuD1NUL7VXC6uA4HZcD1ugl6q3psl4bp_TsslKk_fFrdB5XaG52uzfTaXMNajw8rBHgZQEIiIS6m36nTciOsVxvafY2WCZHPWwagBUFivhn6j5Le7r6MxeolxnKJlFtiKW/s320/teeth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg2kNmFOJC7yzYA4oUzsJPmDnnaCaUcdLe65yFYNKnIIOxMeRuhD2QWbmuw6ljlTqfwkOPRV-32wN1ECOapiSgB2QBNJMolBe8LdP1B3XPH1zCVYE2lfChQzTwCv5GYwQE-tc28LFH73x/s1600-h/cami.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830818803704386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg2kNmFOJC7yzYA4oUzsJPmDnnaCaUcdLe65yFYNKnIIOxMeRuhD2QWbmuw6ljlTqfwkOPRV-32wN1ECOapiSgB2QBNJMolBe8LdP1B3XPH1zCVYE2lfChQzTwCv5GYwQE-tc28LFH73x/s320/cami.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well, my sweet girlie lost 3 teeth over the last 3 days! She lost one front tooth wrestling with her daddy on Saturday. Today I was walking down the hall at school and the counselor said, "Ms. Swindle, don't go too far, your daughter is in the nurse and she might want to see you." I rushed to the nurse's office and there she was with a pink tooth treasure box, a huge smile plastered on her face. Then, 4 hours later as were walking out of school to get to karate, she was drinking out of a straw and said, "MOM! I lost my tooth!" Sure enough, the other front tooth fell out. Geez...Tooth Fairy has a busy night. </div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-20872667858598852822008-08-25T17:29:00.000-07:002008-08-25T17:35:04.300-07:00First Grade<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618080806945602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-i8dWvVJHyTXNEyuByzvub8B4-H3HTv9NVEkazlFkIOztnaNvcWFFwU651hD_GlVuvAr7dyfSbzFKqCLCNg3V5g5KV3MOcnOIGnssdPhwVtrcigN3SlZa051uuDAkSLeZi7GMA6QAJHs/s200/firstday2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Today was the first day of first grade for my girl. She woke up quite sassy, imagine that! She even told my office mate, "you don't really think you are funny do you?" OMG...she got in trouble for that one! Anyway, she LOVES her teacher and so do I. She had a great day and is so much more confident this year. I'm proud of her. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617775061769890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubp65KqfXjGYtlrci_qYkS4wraXGXZ_azRjJrOrRrOG1PEHpq7lEaNIGmYKcOc4XM8HMaFvkAxvJcbqgCj_Kg1zba2FK8w9x39JqPTY96r3uQHKQsLwzkkorV8di5ynk5DoivBmUGa7It/s200/firstday1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-10075304792260228202008-08-05T09:39:00.000-07:002008-08-05T09:54:10.571-07:00Entryway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_aJhECAbYhrAmHYexH4oZvuXyRQeSxn9GMWIQ-rcdZgSMGYOlLgBTwR-d9gTWDW6sXh0NW0G60mDzqvn9u4WlEgEhlQ4fHt2n3XM_2s66KMQq6UzYDhhbh_7gX_vegZ93iqSq_xPc_6O/s1600-h/entry+way+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077787521508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_aJhECAbYhrAmHYexH4oZvuXyRQeSxn9GMWIQ-rcdZgSMGYOlLgBTwR-d9gTWDW6sXh0NW0G60mDzqvn9u4WlEgEhlQ4fHt2n3XM_2s66KMQq6UzYDhhbh_7gX_vegZ93iqSq_xPc_6O/s200/entry+way+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglhIbHy46JE0xVYc7vHS9Gb9mJ7JIwhnYBk2qJS_5MaHLPxGLmy4ktwBWU7hiGTDmTWspddVoKW0CVmuh0N1THoeeTr_47qph4L4R__K-0KLbvr9KA50vY3nXYIz8NYC2pfOkTQTp6e5u/s1600-h/entry+way+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077470073583346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglhIbHy46JE0xVYc7vHS9Gb9mJ7JIwhnYBk2qJS_5MaHLPxGLmy4ktwBWU7hiGTDmTWspddVoKW0CVmuh0N1THoeeTr_47qph4L4R__K-0KLbvr9KA50vY3nXYIz8NYC2pfOkTQTp6e5u/s200/entry+way+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I finally got around to painting my disgusting entryway that I've hated since I moved in this house. There was a cheap, thin chairrail on the wall that I tore down and in the process, tore the wall. So my sweet friend's husband spent a Sunday here and put up a nice chairrail. So here is the result.</div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-79329617885905081932008-07-22T20:23:00.000-07:002008-08-05T08:12:36.500-07:00Honey Bees<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231051704350232770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzFtb9FXlrrKn49dS5R9a_AH7ucwwg4X85h5kysqxzwSWPFiT-1kWLQc___rtQXXhp9RWsE9VhwBh0yto85vSu5y2R9FDfNk59OSjGYgp-hZ4GEaOcSVrK26YJAHSzNM1v8Gg3wMCJ1rj/s320/bees.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Gran Gran and Mimi expose us to all kinds of things at their farm. Llamas, donkeys, pottery, and honeybees. This weekend we got to extract the honey from the hives. We got 100 lbs. of honey and are only half way done! It was an interesting process and Cami got to help. She was very brave around all those bees (more than her mommy)!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231051575422803122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Ggnz-ZQRjs5dDvn975Xt_eT7ouEev7AbA_n6BwXrJA9bpTO3AOTBgjQeEQRcPm4IchoFE8kiniZAs4LpnZMlsmxGjqhHlHNc3orfhuLfu-Kd3BJCnY8ofvIXIfLFAzAViyi9fqV7DgZq/s320/bees1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-79415600847380387142008-07-11T19:58:00.000-07:002008-08-05T09:58:04.973-07:00High School Musical<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LMcMHTUyetV3UI6JqS8ckPlKYFXJm1O-wf0z7-Bv5sjoDN2TyvsQe8LiD3p5igPCCheIdMito7jyvyekO7ThYyk534O-aukSMJpUpdtZHJaTGgAhUrVjyjGZbszeEHNbwSty59JJGwP7/s1600-h/DSCN1488.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078948019421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LMcMHTUyetV3UI6JqS8ckPlKYFXJm1O-wf0z7-Bv5sjoDN2TyvsQe8LiD3p5igPCCheIdMito7jyvyekO7ThYyk534O-aukSMJpUpdtZHJaTGgAhUrVjyjGZbszeEHNbwSty59JJGwP7/s200/DSCN1488.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTotYgj8IygFH4XJDA2GTNtFyqjPzk5MbeDwI23Mjm_si-VVwKztc7xkooBKsfjA58rodgFHKVcL2BVYdo7mcdEHFsP6MTMlJ_PYmjJz6Y4RLO2jwbpernNJf7hDraqd6De-1seQOE3gab/s1600-h/cami.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Okay, I know you are all anxiously awaiting my post about Cami's theatrical debut in HSM as Sharpay (hehehe)! Well, my camera wouldn't work! I have to wait for her father to send me some pics before I can post those. However, I did get video! I don't know how to upload that to here, though...sorry! I can tell you that she was precious and did great. Her age group didn't use props or costumes, so it was very basic. I was proud of her for performing without 'magic' tights, however (which we used to have to use during performances). My little girl is growing up and I don't like it one bit! She told everyone where to sit and what to do, all the while remembering her own lines and minimal dance moves! She did have a terrible break down after it was over because she wanted to come home with me and instead, had to go with her daddy. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I pray she doesn't resent me for making her go with him when she doesn't want to.</div></div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-16536510743111788562008-07-11T10:03:00.001-07:002008-07-11T10:05:20.204-07:00SharpayI'm going later today to see my drama queen play Sharpay in HSM at Zachary Scott Theater. I hope she overcomes her stage fright so Austin is able to see what I see every day! I will post pics later. Wish us luck!sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-73014418138193671182008-06-22T18:09:00.000-07:002008-06-22T18:16:46.006-07:00Summer?!?!Alright, what's the big deal with being off for summer? We've already been to the beach, the pool, the sprinkler park, shopping, had friends over, etc. I'm officially bored!!! Cami has swimmer's ear now so we can't even go in the water for a week. Any ideas out there? We need help! We are sick of each other. She gets more clingy and I need more alone time and guess what? There isn't any alone time, not in the summer! We are together all day, every day! I love, love, love her, but breaks are good, too.sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-68703937625043204972008-05-21T19:27:00.000-07:002008-08-05T09:59:28.539-07:00Gymnastics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARejYFUFDwCRkQYLmOeb4JRotBdwCVx6FYopiyt1oCNq_iWxn1V8DAkk6JB2YR_jpnFM-ZB58q1xVkF97kaov3njNnHMGQvKc_V_SZp9SWhoBeevm1gLvliwUcLgVHh3QQ_WQ2iu-ZVtZ/s1600-h/cami.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231079303305515810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgARejYFUFDwCRkQYLmOeb4JRotBdwCVx6FYopiyt1oCNq_iWxn1V8DAkk6JB2YR_jpnFM-ZB58q1xVkF97kaov3njNnHMGQvKc_V_SZp9SWhoBeevm1gLvliwUcLgVHh3QQ_WQ2iu-ZVtZ/s200/cami.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tonight was the end of year gymnastics showcase. Last year Cami was so uncomfortable that she wouldn't leave the coach's side. She helped him lead the class in stretches and stayed next to him most of the time. This year she was comfortable to the point that I couldn't get her to stop being silly. Most of the video I got is of her giving me a silly face. She did great and was THRILLED to get her medal. Her daddy came and that was the highlight of the night b/c she thought he wasn't going to get to come. YAY for Cami! Of course, bedtime was an issue AGAIN! She was so overstimulated that she couldn't calm her little body down. So she is once again in my bed (I know, it's becoming a horrible habit) and just now got to sleep. I dread getting her up in the morning...eek!</div>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539288680456656144.post-4241865743691152792008-05-19T18:56:00.000-07:002008-05-19T19:07:22.998-07:00Bedtime?<span style="font-family:verdana;">So what is the big deal about going to bed? Since Cami was 7 weeks old we have read 2 books, said prayers, rocked for a little bit, and boom, good night she went. Now that she is 6 years old, it is an issue. I don't get it. I love going to bed and think about it right when I get out of bed in the morning, "I can't wait to go to bed tonight, I'm tired!" Kids are so scared they might miss something so they fight it. All she is missing is Dateline and a possible phone conversation here and there. Tonight, although exhausted, she JUST went to sleep a little before 9:00 which is late for her. My girl needs about 11 hours of sleep a night to be sweet. "Mama, I need water." "Mama, my ear hurts." "Mama, can I sleep in your bed?" "Mama, can I read a book?" "Mama, I read a book about tornados and now I'm scared there might be one." "Mama, I can't sleep." "Mama, I'm hungry." So, she IS in my bed, I cratered! She knows I will move her to her bed when I go to bed. I'm not usually a push over, but tonight I failed. Okay, guess that's it for my first blog. How did I do?? </span>sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10112126450688343678noreply@blogger.com2