New Bunnies

Nothing beats new bunnies.

Bunny slippers, that is. They arrived today from Runaway Rabbit. I was so excited to rip open the package and walk around in them for a little while this afternoon.

As I put on my slippers this evening, I realized that I have been wearing bunny slippers for 15-1/2 years. I have my friends Tammy and Denise to thank for giving me my first pair following a surgery I had. I fell in love with them - the slippers, that is. Oh, and I just got a warm fuzzy feeling remembering the nightgown they gave me to go with the slippers. It said "Princess of Quite Alot." Gosh, I loved that nightgown.

But I digress. Tonight, I put on my jammies and then slipped on my new bunnies. I was so excited that I had to take a picture. Check these out:


Beautiful, huh? I just can't figure out why it took me so long to order a new pair. My old pair was so very sad. The feet were completely flattened and the dirt wouldn't even wash out anymore. They were so sad that I had to take a picture to share.


The bummer is that this picture doesn't capture the really flattened, dirty nature of these slippers. However, I had already happily thrown them in the garbage by the time I downloaded the pictures. So, it was too late to take any additional pictures.

Maybe I should be relieved that I can't embarrass myself further by showing you just how awful my everyday slippers were. Yes, I wore these every day. Every day for the past two - or is it three? - years.

I've just promised myself to buy the replacement pair to these fluffy new bunnies a little sooner next time. I promise.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Live without fear: your Creator has made you holy, has always protected you, and loves you as a mother. Go in peace to follow the good road and my God's blessing be with you always.

Amen

Sunday, Feb. 21, 2010

Eternal God, heavenly Father, you have graciously accepted us as living members of your Son our Savior Jesus Christ, and you have fed us with spiritual food in the Sacrement of his Body and Blood. Send us now into the world in peace, and grant us strength and courage to love and serve you with gladness and singleness of heart; through Christ our Lord.

Amen

Mommy Mojo

I totally impressed myself last week getting Zelda to eat. This may seem simpleton to some of you. But, you have to understand that I have no experience with getting a child to eat. Annalee has always been a phenomenal eater. Put something in front of her and she eats it. And, she eats a lot. I can think of only a couple entrees that I cook that she doesn't like.

Along comes petite Zelda who eats so little, and I'm at a loss. The three different pediatricians I've seen at our local practice all say the same thing: she's petite, doesn't need a lot of calories to sustain herself and won't eat a lot because her stomach's tiny. So, I figure that when I do get her to eat, I need to make every mouthful count.

Last week, I was trying to feed Zelda a chicken vegetable soup. She should have been hungry, because she hadn't eaten in a while (and what she ate before that was minimal). I was trying to get this soup into her and she just wasn't interested.

Suddenly, I came up with this idea for the individual items in the soup to talk. To Zelda. These items wanted in. They wanted in to the belly. The chicken, the carrots, the green beans. I peaked her interest. She took a couple spoonfuls. Then, the remaining food in the bowl wanted to get to their pals in the belly. They were begging to get in. To the belly. So, she ate more.

Pretty soon, I had fed Zelda that whole bowl of soup - and she even asked for another one! I was so impressed with myself. See, I'm not one to get creative in this way. Give me a craft and I can work it. Getting clever with kids? Not really my thing. But, maybe that's changing.

The next day, Ron wasn't having luck with Zelda eating. He was easily willing to chalk it up to her just not being hungry. But, I knew that couldn't be the case. That food needed to get into the belly, wanted to get into the belly. So, it started talking, begging Zelda to get into the belly.

And, what do ya know? She started sucking that food down. Forkful after forkful. I almost hurt my arm patting myself on the back.

Blowin' Snow

'I am woman, hear me roar,' went through my mind today as I pushed our 4.5 horse power Toro 2000 snow blower down the driveway to make my first line for clearing.

The thought may seem overkill to some, but for me, I was rockin'. This was my VERY FIRST time using a snowblower. And, I did it all by myself. Just me, the snow blower and the snow. I cranked out cleaning our three-car-wide driveway and part of our dead-end road in less than 30 minutes!

In fact, I was so excited by my accomplishment, I marched back outside when I was finished and took this picture:


And, now, I think I'll collapse on the couch for the remainder of Zelda's nap time. I'm pooped!