Month: May 2005

Last night I got an unexpected phone call from one of my dearest friends. Juli Beth and I have been friends for pretty much as long as I can remember. I think we met around the 3rd grade or so at church, but it wasn’t until we were in youth group together that we really became close. We don’t talk that often and only see each other a few times a year. But we always just pick up right where we left off. I still consider her one of my best friends. I know I could call her for anything, anytime and she would be there. Talking to her last night was exactly what I needed. It got me thinking about all of the friends God has blessed me with.

RyAnn- We met in 5th grade but really didn’t like each other. However, we ended up with lockers next to each other and several classes together in 7th grade. And, since our last names were close we sat next to each other in those classes. What I remember most about that year were the endless slumber parties, pancakes every Saturday, and crushes on Blake. We stopped going to school together in 8th grade. We didn’t see each other too often, but we knew our friendship was something special and didn’t let it go. We still talk on the phone all the time, just like we did when we were 13.

Kristin-My friend who I’ve literally known my whole life since she’s my sister, too. I really hope that I have 2 girls someday so they can experience having a sister. Kristin and I didn’t really like each other until about 5 years ago. She came out to California to visit. We had such a good time going to San Diego in the rented Mustang that turned out to be a piece of junk. We felt so cool driving around with the top down wearing out cool new shades and tank tops…until the plume of black smoke enveloped us. Ahh…the memories. I’m so lucky to have a sister who is also my best friend.

Shauna-a.k.a. Roomate. We met at Sooner Youth Camp and lived together our Freshman year at ACU. I’ll never forget our handstand contest that has permenently scarred my elbow. I’ll never forget our last year at Sooner when we had a cabin to ourselves because none of our other friends came back that last year. I’ll also never forget the silly things we did as roomates-like naming ourselves Starlite and Shakazulu and painting that in our room, pushing our beds together to make one big bed the last few weeks of school, doing routines to get into bed at night, and the burial of our beloved fish Tyrone.

Annalee-probably the most caring person I have ever met. We lived on the same hall our Freshman year. We didn’t really hang out until the end of that year. We both worked at summer camps that summer so we became camp pen pals. We did pretty much everything together the first semester of our Sophomore year. We weren’t roommates, but she slept over on our futon all the time. It even had a sign over it-Annalee’s Domain. One of our favorite things to do was talk in initials. One of my favorite shirts is one she made for me. It says HBBFFAEAEAE on the front and ILY on the back. Obviously that means Happy Birthday Best Friends Forever and Ever and Ever and I love you.

Staci-Another great friend from high school youth group. Juli Beth, Staci, and I were a threesome. I can’t think about one of them without thinking about the other. I only see her once a year, but we keep in touch emailing. She’s another one that I know I could count on for anything.

Beth-My best California friend. I’m so lucky to have her out here. I don’t what I would do without her. I would be lonely and bored, that’s for sure. It’s great to have another mom to talk to every day. She encourages me constantly and she’s such a great mom to her two kids-I respect her so much. I’m sad to think about leaving California in big part because of her.

Derek-Last, but certainly not least. In fact, he’s the most. My best friend, my teammate, my everything. I can’t imagine my life without him. He puts up with my drama and loves me like no other. He’s so patient with me, listens to me when I need to get out ten million words, treats me like a princess, comes home when I need him, and lets me take up more than my half of the bed. I am so lucky to share my life him.

Thank you to all the friends in my life. I don’t know what I would do without you guys.

Last night when Connor got out of the bath he urgently needed to look out our living room window. He climbed on the couch and peeked around the curtain. I guess he couldn’t get a good enough view, so he climbed all the way up on the back of the couch and stood tall and proud. Keep in mind that he was fresh from the tub and naked as the day he was born. Our apartment location is such that pretty much anyone in the courtyard or outside anywhere could see Connor. Derek and I were cracking up. I decided to go outside and take a picture. The first one didn’t come out very cute, but I kept trying. I wanted to get him looking at me or smiling or doing something. It was just perfect how he smashed his face on the window and decided to look slightly angelic…especially since he was anything but.

I took some other cute pictures of the boys yesterday on our day out and about. Here’s what Connor typically looks like when we go places.

We went out to eat at On the Border where Connor enjoyed some tortillas and chips and also enjoyed a little bit of coloring.

Finally, exhausted after a long day of shopping and eating, he passes out in his car seat.

And, just for good meausure, here’s sweet Logan doing what he does best.

I’ve been playing around with Picasa lately and discovered I can make web albums. So, I put together an album of some of my favorite pictures from April that I didn’t already post on here. Click here to see the pictures.

I’m tired tonight, but stay tuned for some really cute pictures of a day in the life of Connor!

Logan is a ferocious farting machine. Seriously. The gas that comes from this child is really quite amazing. It puts most grown men’s flatulence to shame. It’s pretty funny to hear such an offensive sound come from such a sweet, innocent baby. Except it’s not really that funny because Logan turns into the farting machine every morning sometime between 5 and 6 a.m. He’s been on a pretty consistent schedule the past two weeks or so. He eats between 8:00 and 8:30 p.m., sleeps, eats at about 1:30 a.m., sleeps some more and then eats again between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. He’s pretty good at eating and then going right back to sleep at these meals. It’s all smooth sailing until about 45 minutes after his 4:30 meal. He wakes up every single morning with horrible gas. He fusses and cries and squirms and farts about 15 times before the grand finale that fills his diaper. This is phase one and it typically lasts 30 minutes or so. Phase two lasts until the next feeding-usually an hour and a half or so. In phase two, he is just cranky. He’ll find momentary happiness sitting in his bouncy chair and sucking on his paci. He’ll doze off, drop the pacifier, and cry. Derek and I have started taking turns dealing with our ferocious farting machine. One of us camps out in the living room during the early morning hours. I’ve never before heard of a baby whose fussiest time was in the morning. Has anyone else?

Now, on to the elf ear. Logan has one ear that is pointy like an elf’s, and I’m trying to figure out who this came from. Neither Derek nor I have an ear with this shape. I’m really curious if anyone on either side of the family has an ear that looks like this.

I know the picture is a little blurry, but you get the idea. It’s the mystery ear. Most of Logan’s other features we can pinpoint to either Derek or I. My long toes, Derek’s forehead and cheekbone structure, my mouth and eyes, Derek’s floppy earlobes, etc. But the one ear is a mystery.