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May 29, 2007
Who are these people?
I happened upon a conversation today that someone was mentioning that someone else was slacking in picking up the roadkill around town. They couldn't believe how many dead animals were still on the road and that there was a skunk near there home that has been stinky for days. I personally chaulked it up to the holiday weekend... someone somewhere took a few days off and didn't have backup to pick up the slack. And then I started wondering... who picks up the roadkill? People who work for the city? What do they wear to work? How do they pick up everything? I mean a skunk or something small wouldn't be bad, but what about the mangled dear? Do they have to travel in pairs in order to pick up big stuff? Do they just drive around town looking for dead carcasses or do they wait for a phone call???? What does their truck look like? Do they discuise it as a dump truck or a trash truck? If they have a logo... I wonder what it would be. Anyway, I am sure most of my questions would be answered if I just saw someone picking up roadkill one day, but I never have. Do they only come out at night or am I just luckly enough to have never been blessed by such a scene? Anyone ever see how they do this ??? Better yet, can you answer any of my questions?
Bye bye Bambi.
Posted by Leah at 01:33 PM | Comments (5)
May 22, 2007
A perpetual state of being...at least for now.
Somewhere along in this journey of motherhood I have thought / said this statement ".... when life returns to normal...." and I think I have decided it won't ever be normal again. And maybe by the time life reaches normal (ie kids are grown and out of the house and on their own) I will be so old that whatever I used to do when I was young won't matter and I won't know what to do with myself. Several times in the last few days I have found myself wondering if I will always have cherios in my car under the seats, or if I will always wake up feeling tired and if I will always carry a sippy cup and snacks in my purse! And I know I won't because there was a time when I wondered if Belle would ever stop pooping up her back and I can thankfully say that has stopped! Woo hoo! Some things have returned to almost normal.... like not having to plan my life in 3 hour segments to fit grocery shopping in for the week. But others... like trying to cook dinner without a 1 year old between my legs and pulling on my jeans saying "MOMMY!!!" are still lingering around. :) There are days when I am so tired and frustrated by my child and other days that I wonder what life would have been without her. I am so thankful for Belle and the ways in which God has blessed our family. I think I am learning to be thankful each day for the good and the bad. Also to trust that when God thinks I am finished with this stage of life, there will be other good works to walk in at that time. But for now I am happy to report that the cherio count in the car is down (I finally vacuumed it today!) and I found three more sippy cups at a garage sale last weekend for $.25!
Posted by Leah at 04:51 PM | Comments (3)
May 08, 2007
Nothin' like my kid getting shots to make me consider taking up drinking!
Ok, maybe I wouldn't go that far, but I seriously thought about rewarding myself today with a carmel latte after Belle's 18 month check up this morning. She did fine until the nurse (and then the doctor and then the nurse again) tried to touch her. Everything they did, she screamed. And then they had me hold her during most of it and she is just screaming all the harder. She kept saying "All done!" and "Bye-bye" each time they did something different to her. And then the nurse has me sign some papers as they are giving her the shots so I am "distracted" while they poke my child. She was screaming so hard she turned bright red and broke into a sweat. And not to mention they were running behind today, so we were there for over an hour and the entire time, I kept thinking, "The worst is yet to come!" She did pretty good though once everything was done. She got stickers... I didn't get anything. Here I was dreading this appointment all morning, consoling and comforting during the entire time and then I leave there exhausted and ready for a long nap. I think the parents should get a sticker or a gift certificate for a latte or something. Anyway, praise the LORD that is over and she should not have to get shots again until she is 4!
Posted by Leah at 04:21 PM | Comments (8)
May 07, 2007
To be or not to be...
Two weekends ago, our church was serving at the American Heart Walk. I was talking to one of the directors and mentioned that I hadn't been to all the displays yet because I had my daughter with me. (She was currently playing with her aunt at the moment) The lady gave me this shocked look and said, "You have a daughter??? I thought you were a college girl!" SWEET! I still fit in with the young people!
So this weekend I was at HyVee buying some beer (it was for a recipe, but I figure someone out there still won't believe me) and the guy just scanned in and typed in a date right away without asking for my ID! I left there wondering if in fact I can still be considered young if I don't get carded anymore???
Geesh.... you win some and you lose some I guess....
Posted by Leah at 07:20 PM | Comments (8)
May 04, 2007
He moves fast!
The other night we were sleeping and it was around 2:30am. I got up to use the restroom and returned to our room thinking that it was warm and I wasn't sleeping all that well. I decided to flip the switch and turn on the ceiling fan to cool the room a bit. I went back to bed and slept for an hour only to be woke up by the sound of a machine gun going off in our room. I yelled and Jason flew out of bed and turned on the light. Guess what kids... I forgot that Belle had brought her balloon into our room earlier that day. Oh my gosh...I almost had a heart attack. But we all survived and I learned a lesson to not turn on a fan in a dark room without looking to see if there would be any problems. What gets me is that it took an hour for the balloon to float to the middle of the room. Go figure.
Posted by Leah at 02:30 PM | Comments (1)