Customer Care Center

After starting this blog I haven't done any of the postings. Elizabeth has done extremely well in keeping the posts coming, and I've enjoyed keeping up with everyone else and their postings. I have particularly enjoyed keeping up with a certain posting contest (Go Mary!). Well, we've added a new feature to our blog. For those who do a lot of business online they will appreciate the ability to contact our customer care center. They will do their best in responding in a timely manner. They do not accept any emails that are forwards, or have been forwards at one time but have had the "FW" removed from the subject line. The management at our Customer Care Center will block those email addresses of those who send forwards. Actually, its just an email address that we've created just for this blog. Feel free to drop us a line anytime as long as its not a forward, Elizabeth will block your address! We're not kidding.

Sleeping In

There was a time in my life that sleeping in meant waking up between 9 and 10am. I wouldn't ever schedule anything before 10am, because that was simply too early. My friends with children would roll their eyes when I would say, "Not before ten please." Waking up was a process, a slow roll into consciousness. For those of you that are still in that stage of life, cherish it.

These days I usually have one day a week that I have the opportunity to sleep in. My wonderful husband will take Amelia duty on Saturday mornings so that I can have a leisurely lay-in. The unfortunate part is that, even provided with the opportunity, my body is now on a schedule of its own, which does not include sleeping in. These days my eyes pop open between 6 and 6:30am. What makes this situation even more frustrating is that there is no reason for me to be up this early. Amelia doesn't usually wake-up until between 7:30 and 8:30am. So from anywhere from an hour to two hours I toss and turn in bed, dreaming for 20 to 30 minutes at a time, until I hear Amelia's "talking" through the baby monitor. Perhaps my body is preparing for the early morning nursing sessions that will inevitably be here before I know it. I guess somewhere along the way my "mom genes" kicked in and sleeping in is no longer part of my life.

I miss sleeping in. I am hoping that one day I will return to the sleeping in stage of life. Until then I will remind myself how cute my reason for not sleeping in is.

Neigh

So we've got a horse in our house - a clothes horse. To be fair, Amelia loves clothes but she really loves shoes. Within minutes of waking up in the morning she is requesting shoes, "shoe, shoe, shoe," and pointing towards her dresser. Sometimes I have to remind her that she already has shoes on her feet when she requests shoes. I have to put her shoes out of sight or else I would be putting a new pair on her every five minutes. She enjoys Mommy and Daddy's shoes too, and will often try to put those on either her feet or our feet. One morning we went through several pairs of shoes.

Dark Pink


Light Pink


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While her love of shoes is nothing new, she has newly discovered clothes. One morning, after an out of town visit, Amelia discovered her duffel bag and started trying to put on the clothes she found - all the clothes she found. Things are going to get interesting once she figures out how to actually get them on and off. I fear I've created a monster!

Blog Hopping

So I've discovered a new online past time - blog hopping. While we don't have any of our friends links listed (no offense to anyone) there are several people that have linked us to their blog. In fact, it was when Britt told us that she had linked us to her blog that I realized someone (meaning me) should probably do something with our blog. Back to my point. When I have exhausted my online communities, perused all the craiglist listings, and am looking for a reason not to go to our bank website to balance the checkbook, I will start blog hopping. Who knows where I will start out, who knows where I will end?

Turns out it is a small, small world; at least the LDS world is (small - for those of you who don't like dangling whatever that may be). I have hopped around and found people I hadn't thought about in years. And these people have children, grown children. Okay well, not grown, but six and seven years old - significantly older than my almost 17 month old. So now I feel old. These are people I went to church and school with; these are my contemporaries. I guess the jig is up. I am an adult now, an official grown-up. If they are, then I must be too. Sigh.

I do enjoy catching up on people lives, at least the parts they find worthy enough to share with the online community. And I want to thank those who link to their friends and families blogs because without them I may have never discovered that I was a grown-up. Off to start acting like one.