Word-Free Wednesday

"Much Ado About Nothing" OR "No, Sanna, Don't!"

Which title do you think I should choose: "Much Ado About Nothing" or "No, Sanna, Don't"?

Successful battles, party invites, arguments, weddings, infidelity..... If you are well-schooled on the Shakespearean play "Much Ado About Nothing", then I must apologize well in advance for my lack of literary parallel to that work. I just wanted the title, "Much Ado About Nothing". When I chose the title, I decided to take a Cliff's Notes crash course on it and decided that "nope, I really don't have anything in common with the play's themes"...and let me add: I'm glad! However, I've been super busy with all kinds of things, but nothing major.....kinda like an ant building an anthill, eventually, it probably will all add up to something great, but right now, it's just life's everyday tasks. So, if I used just the title "Much Ado....", I would have continued to write about all the mundane tasks I've done, am doing, and need to do. If you want that title, keep reading. If not, skip to the next section where I will tell a story for my plot addicted, yes PLOT, with an "L" sister. She loves a good story---all the details. Typically, she's the only one that can make it through one of Steven's "over-detailed" stories and still be on the edge of her seat as if the details were good enough, and no point or life lesson was ever needed. So, for the much ado's: Our house air conditioner is, well was, broken, but thanks to Tammy's dad, it's not broken now. You wanna talk about a hot (temperature wise!) mama, this one right here was so hot last night without a/c, that when I went to say my night prayers, I just said, "God, I'm hot and you know it. Amen." Don't worry, later I realized I might could have just prayed for the air to be fixed, but instead, I just complained to God. In the heat of the moment...ha haaa, I did realize that some people have to live like that all the time and that I really should rejoice in the fact that I don't. But, quiet honestly....I'm not the best chick at resorting to rejoicing and thankfulness when I feel like I've run on a treadmill for 45 minutes too long and am actually just laying in my unairconditioned hot bed. Nonetheless, thank God for Randall Godwin---fixer of the air at my house....and thanks for Gail, too. They have a great daughter, Tammy. Okay, next "ado". I'm going to have to clean up this place and get us ready to travel to the big CA! We leave next Wednesday. I'd request you to help with our animals and plants, but WE DON'T HAVE ANY. Yipppeee. Sorry, I know that's random, but, being the mad checker at lists, it always tickles me pink when I realize I have opted to not take on anything that requires excessive effort--such as plants and animals. More ado: School's been great. I enjoy my job. Steven is feeling a heapload better. Libby is still doing fabulous and it's all good. The only thing we need to make the nothing better is to win the lottery; that would be a miraculous thing----since we don't play it. Maybe you can play it and split your winnings with us. There's only one time a year we buy lottery tickets and that's to get several to take to gift swaps around Christmas. They usually go over well. Another curiousity: THIS RANDOM NOTE IS FOR ANNA: What's up with your invite only thing on your blog? Have I been kicked out? Just curious.

Okay, so my sister, Sanna, threatened to have another livestock put in my yard so I'd have something to write about. In order to stall her efforts, I am updating my blog. She wants a story about our kids from Eastside. You know that could be a whole new blog: "Life at Eastside--You Thought You Knew, But You Had No Idea". Anyway, today was Arbor Day. I know-- brace yourself for the social calendar getting overloaded with the flurry of events that accompany Arbor Day. Who else works at a job where you get to connect learning to Arbor Day? Okay, so, at 1:15 when math was supposed to be starting, some kids were finishing up a booklet about planting things. Lo-and-behold (<--correct spelling?) if another teacher and a student weren't planting a real tree right outside the window. I quickly, with Hannah's (the class's teacher and my friend) blessing, took the kids outside to watch the tree be planted. After it was planted, they helped throw dirt around it. Then, we sang an impromptu "Happy Arbor Day to yoooou, Happy Arbor Day to yooooou, Happy Arbor Day dear Maple (<--type of tree it was). Happy Arbor Day to you." That was a cool thing. The kids got to see a paper pencil moment come to life right outside their class window. It's amazing how little you have to do to get kids to be interested. They were just loving the bugs, dirt and tools. So, "No, Sanna, Don't!". Don't put any animals in our yard, here's an update.

And, just because I haven't updated with any photo's---here is a clip of Libby's latest song and some pics:

Reasons To Eat At Home

Last night, we went to eat at Ichiban in East Brainerd. In case you don't know, we have to eat Chinese at PF Chang's or Japanese from Typhoon or Ichiban at least once a week. It's way cheaper than the therapy we probably need. When it was time to leave, Libby was getting restless. I took her to see the fish in the lobby while Steven paid the check. There were some people sitting with presents. I tried to detour Libby's mind from the presents because I knew she would start asking them if they brought her one, if she could open it, etc. The elderly couple didn't look like they were up for her million plus one more questions. We talked about counting the fish. We counted them in English and Spanish. We talked about the shapes we saw in the room. Finally, she noticed the tiles on the floor were square----and so were "do-es people's presents". I said, "yes, the tile is square." The presents were rectangular. The math teacher in me was going to try to get her to describe the presents so that she could begin to differentiate between square and rectangle. So, I said: "Libby, what do they look like?" She said, "they're old." I said, "noooo, presents aren't old. Presents are new." I was trying to save myself the embarrassment of what had just happend. She replied, "Yes, presents are new, but 'do-es' peoples are old." About that time Steven walked up and saw that the couple's mouths were kind of open. I was pale with embarrassment and Libby was fixing to say more. We eased out the door. That's another good reason to just eat at home.

The short clip below is a Valentine song we didn't know she knew until way after Valentine's. She learned it from "Mr. Jackie, her music teacher at school." She started singing it around Easter. That's just Libby....she does everything in her time.

Hot Saturday Plans

First, let me start by saying that if you didn't read "Show and Tell" Friday entry, please do. If you have read it, I know you're super tired of seeing it pop up each time you stop by our blog. So, that's the purpose of this post..........to go ahead and lay Bambi to cyber rest.

That title, "Hot Saturday Plans" sounds pretty catchy, huh? Well, our "Hot Saturday Plans" weren't so hot and what actually ended up happening was even less "hot".

We had planned to go to a wedding at 2 and a cookout birthday party for my PapPaw after the wedding. ---notice the "had".

We actually ended up at home...........all the live long day.

I went to Dr. Williams' office to have a facial done (remember "my complexion at age 32 woes" entry....). Because of the procedure that was done, I couldn't wear make up for 24 hours.

So, in case you're wondering, here's that equation:

Meleia+No Make Up=No Meleia in Public.

In addition, Libby had a pollen allergy cough situation she was in, so............we stayed home with Tiger and the Masters, books, etc.

I hope you had "Hot Saturday Plans" and that they actually came to fruition. In the meantime, I'll be hiding out here on Rolling Hills Way---make-up-less.

Show and Tell Friday

Blogs, I've finally figured out, are kind of like "Show and Tell" for grown-ups.

You must remember the Fridays in school that would be "Show and Tell" day. The teacher posted a list where about five kids could sign up to share something. There was always the neat kid who enthralled the whole class with his rare collection of something, or, the cute little girl with the big hairbow that would share about an amazing place her parents took her.

I always wanted something that would get an oooh or ahhhhh. I, however, just didn't really have those kind of things or experiences.

I finally have that something---I think.

I suppose the joy of "Show and Tell" is that it's your inner "ooooh ahhhhh" that matters.

Drum roll...............32 years of waiting to have a great show and tell and it's too bad Ms. Justice, my third grade teacher, isn't reading this to share in my "arrival".

Today, I got a blog comment around lunch time from my neighbor and friend, Shana. It said,..........well you can look back for the exact wording----but, do finish reading first. It spoke of a "little discovery" in my front yard. Well, because I left at 6:35 this morning, I knew of nothing other than Shana's Bonus Room light was on at an awfully early hour. Now, either, I didn't notice my own yard or IT hadn't happend yet. Here's what Shana was referring to........Here's what my husband didn't even let me know about (THAT'S definitely for a later discussion he and I'll have. He tells me the most insane amount of details when he talks about sports or random things, but come to have a..........) Anyway, here's what stayed in our front yard----ALL DAY, without my even knowing about it:

Gag. Sad. Yuck. Owwww. Not exactly ooohh or ahhh, but eeekkk. I OFFICIALLY notify everyone of this blog that I, Meleia P. Bridenstine, am not, AM NOT, I repeat a country girl. I don't go for this stuff at all. I really don't think this would have happend if we'd been in a gated condo community like I'd preferred. UUUhhhgggggghhhh, yyyyuuuuuck, and saaaaaddddd. It's so sad. It's so yuck. It's so awfully tragic. Bambi went to the great beyond----FROM OUR YARD.

I'm telling you people. I have had enough--Steven's recent "problem", Libby's recent "injury", the car keying, and now Bambi or unBambi or non-Bambi. What's the deal with this stuff? I'm certain I'm on the Truman Show and somewhere there's a population of very puzzled folks watching the random drama my life presents.

Meleia: And....that's all for today's "Show and Tell".
Mrs. Justice: Thank you, I think, Meleia. Next?

Hmmm, why haven't The Bridenstine's updated their blog?

A. They are boring and don't have much to say.
B. They are tired.
C. They are waiting until they can download some new pictures.
D. Both A & B
E. Both B & C
F. Both A & C
G. All of the above.
H. None of the above.

PLEASE, don't send the Blogger Po-Po after me!

I have very good intentions of doing an informative blog with great pictures. However, I haven't gotten around to getting the pictures ready. Please don't send the blogger police after me just yet.

Libby had picture day today with huge bribes that if she wore her dress and sweater without a fit, we'd give her a pygmy marmoset monkey that she's wanted. She wore the dress, but the jury is still out as to whether the fit was at a level that the rictor scale could measure.

Friday, she got stuck on something on the playground and had some problems that weren't evident until Friday evening after 6. As you know, at that point, daycare and the doctor aren't available. We made it until we could see the doctor on Saturday and now all is well. An interesting conversation occurred with the doctor about us having another child. We, of course, have no intentions of having another child. He said that there has been a study that shows that our population is getting "dumbed down" by people who have the sense to have more kids but don't and by people who don't have enough sense having too many children. It was rather interesting.

The cable guy has been to our house numerous times doing something to the HD channels. He asked how many tv's we had and I said 2---many. We don't even watch them that much, but for some reason during the March Madness, the HD channels have decided to scramble like an illegal channel.

The testing has started at our school and the kids are doing great with their new pencils! There's nothing like a good pencil. I think that could be a post of it's own! Probably wouldn't get a lot of comments, though!

Everything is just business as usual right now. The weather is gorgeous (that could change in 5 minutes) and we are so very blessed. Pictures soon!

Terrific Tuesday

Well, Terrific Tuesday is over with. You know Tuesday seems like the neverending day. Today was really not terrific for Steven. He found a huge keyed mark on the side of our car. Needless to say, he is now boycotting the forever away parking assignment hospital employees have---and he has three different speeches ready for the three people who may object to his parking closer. I asked him who he'd ticked off. :) He's convinced it was random. Who does that kind of stuff even?

Libby has been doing well. She's for some reason decided she wants to go to the library. Now, I'm not sure if you are familiar with the Dalton Library, but I very well may have been one of the last patrons (and I haven't been since junior high school). She's been walking around saying, "ssshhh, we're in the library and people are tryin' ta' read duh books."

Next week is our statewide CRCT (crummy rotten crappy test). ha haa It's actually very important to the kids and we are working hard to de-stress the kids, as well as prepare them. If you don't already know, I work in the highest poverty, highest English Language Learners school in our district.........that being stated, we needed pencils----about 1,000 so that we could be sure we would have 2 good pencils for each student that's testing. Awesomely enough, my Aunt Jane (Anna's mom) is donating 1,000 pencils to my school. *****Hip, hip, hooray! I'm grateful!***** I think I'll start praying over the pencils immediately, we need all the help we can get. ;)

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Our Weekend

Libby loves to play outside. We've been outside lots this weekend.
Libby was kind enough to stop and pose for a pic.

I'm not sure what she's doing here. Maybe she's praying for more warm weather, recovering from a fall?????
I know you feel bad for her here. Maybe you think she fell and we just stood around and snapped pictures, but nooooo. She's pitching a fit. I trust she'll grow out of this, but I know how she feels. At times, I suppose I could envision this act making me feel better. She has a big wheel, a tricycle, a basketball goal, and plenty to play with, but she'd rather just mill around like there's nothing to do. It's payback for all the "I'm bored" comments when I was little.

It's off to Grandma's House she goes!

Friday was Good Friday. Many of my friends who blog did an excellent job reminding us what it is all about. If you haven't done so, check their blogs out.

I found myself totally not focusing on what it was about due to a deadline I had to meet. I had to write an 8 page essay for the Teacher of the Year thing I got from my school. It was due to the county office by 4 pm on Friday. I didn't start it until about 10 am Friday morning. I had to leave at noon to pick up my grandmother (Nanny Ree) from the beauty shop where I ended up waiting for an hour. No big deal. I got it emailed on time. It's just like teaching to give you an award thing and it come with work due on your day off. Ironic, don't 'cha think?

Libby spent the night with my mom and Kaylee Friday night. She had lots of fun and didn't want to leave.

She got her hair trimmed on Saturday morning by my Aunt Brenda at Sophie's Salon. Two of my mom's sisters work at Sophie's downtown. They are great hair stylists. My Aunt Janice, who also works there does great facials and skin treatments. Need pampering?.....see her.

On Saturday, we just did every day things like grocery shop, walk, ride around, visited Utter Creamry (going to take some extra workouts next week for that one).

Tomorrow, we will go to Steven's parents' house for Easter. We'll post pictures of the fun time we're sure to have.

Happy Easter Weekend!

Being Still

Being still is just not easy. If you know anything about me, you know that I am rarely still. I have to constantly be moving, doing, thinking, planning, any verb with an -ing. That's pretty much how it is for Libby, too. Doing, doing, doing.

That being said, being still isn't easy. It's probably harder for me to be still than it was for Kermit to be green.

Wednesday and Thursday I began to sneeze. I figured it was just allergies. Friday, I had somewhat of a morning sore throat (gross, I know).

All this will add up to why I am being still....hang tight.

Saturday, I continued to feel fine, but would cough here and there. Nothing a "swig" of Robitussin wouldn't mute. Sunday: Robitussin, salt water, Thera Flu.....all the water in the world didn't make a difference.

I called the doctor to beg for a call in of something. I got one of "those doctor types" that finished your sentences for you and called in what he wanted. So, basically, I got a bottle of good for nothin' codeine that I could probably sell on the streets to someone. Needless to say, by Sunday night, I felt like a walking cough. Just that. A walking cough. I went to see my friend sing at her church (beautiful singing, I might add) and that was the last hoorah for my sick self. I think God muted my cough for her performance. Soon after her song, I began the journey of being out for the next day........

I knew that Monday, I'd have to see the doctor, so I called twelve people to sub for me and tried four non homeroom people to pick up my Monday morning car duty. Ugh. The life of a sick teacher. Imagine that, non-teacher people, you are sick, you can't work.....get on that phone and get to calling until you find someone that will fill in for you in the various capacities. Then.....call the automated "want to choke an operator" phone line to key in every piece of information about yourself, which includes my id from four phone numbers ago.

Now, here's my theory: If your tail is sick enough not to go to work, it is also too sick to call twelve subs, coworkers that need to know, your boss, and the automated record the absence for a confirmation number 10 minute call...............It makes me tired to just think about it.

Okay, so, I went to the doctor. I have bronchitis and sinusitis, 3 medicines (1 inhaler, 1 pill, syrup), a trucker's cough, and a sneeze more frequent than my neighbor's barking dog.

Thank God Libby doesn't have it, yet. I really pray she doesn't get it.

I can start back to work Wednesday and exercise, too.

Aside from the doctor's prescriptions, she told me to BE STILL. So, normally, I can talk on the phone, but noooo who wants to talk to this: *cough*, Hey, *cough*, not much, *cough, cough*, I *cough* stayed at home *cough, cough, cough* today because, *cough*, *cough*, *gag* I'll call you back....*gag, cough, run*. Ugh. It's hard. Hence, the new blog layout. I can't just be still. I've caught up with some pretty good TV shows: Jon & Kate Plus 8, Little People Big World, Celebrity Apprentice, and way too many more that I had DVR'd. Being still leaves you to not doing too much but reading, watching, and thinking. Ugh.

2 Hours, 25 People, 1 Fun Celebration

This past weekend we celebrated Sanna's recent marriage. We had a casual dinner party in their honor.

Chastity and my mom look at a card that someone brought for Sanna. It must have been really interesting, because they...
passed it to Angelia, Keith's wife, to read. Wonder what good advice it must have offered?
Scott, Chastity's husband, had an idea of his own!

This is a picture of family from the wedding celebration. Susan, Richard's girlfriend is looking through photos that Sanna brought. Nanny Ree is arguing with me about who's in the picture! Rodney's mom is at the end of the table being entertained by my Uncle Richard.

We had a Sharpie that we labeled everyone's cups with, and of course my dad (not pictured, arrived a little late) had to make up grandiose names for himself for his cup. Entertainment.....free.

My stepdad, Xavier, was ready to get the party started.

Nanny Ree helped start the celebration with a smile.

Kaylee, Sanna and Rodney checked out the gifts that were brought to them from family and friends.

Here's the happy couple! Rodney and Sanna Gilbreath married January 15, 2008.
Libby was so tired of waiting to have one of the cupcakes. She couldn't wait until everyone was finished eating. We had bbq sandwiches, chips, cole slaw, fruits/veggies, baked beans, pickles, etc.

2 hours, 25 people, 1 fun celebration!

Adventures In Libby-Land

The weather has been so nice that Libby has been able to partake in a number of adventures in the back yard. She has been enjoying the sunshine, running and playing.

Because we knew Libby would want to be outside with the warmer weather, we bought some adrandaks (sp?) so that we could sit when we weren't playing with her. Good job for someone working out, huh?!

Anyway, her school is going to have an Easter Egg Hunt and party the day before Good Friday which should be lots of fun. She has had a little bit of a cough at nights and today she has a little bit of a stuffy nose....so I suppose we'll give her a little bit of some medicine to dry it up.

We are getting ready to have a celebration in honor of my sister, Sanna. She got married in late January and we--well, I, thought it would be nice to celebrate her recent marriage with a dinner party. Did you know that she was named after a midwife here in Dalton? Just a little known fact.

Steven is the same as always. Just Steven. He has been digging up the rockbeds in our front yard to put tarp under them so the weeds will lessen. Isn't it amazing that when you pay someone to do something, it isn't ever as good as what you paid for or what you wanted? At this point, he'd like to put the yard guy we paid last year under the tarp and rock. The way he's been slinging the shovel, the guy may just be under there. Who knows.

We are getting ready to go on a trip to California at the end of April for the first few days of May. We will be going to California for a family reunion. That'll make for an interesting post.

If you have a blog and I don't have it linked to our blog, let me know, we'd love to share in your adventures! I think they are a great way to keep everyone up to date.

Ethan and Elijah Are Missing!

Below are a few pictures that Tonya Heatherly, my sister's friend and a dot com owner of Ballyhoo, took at Christmas for Steven's parents. Each year, they try to have a Christmas picture made of all the grandchildren together. Rarely are we all able to get in one place at once so...........Ethan and Elijah are missing because they were in Kentucky.

This is Zach and Chloe with Libby. Zach and Chloe are Steven's oldest brother's and sister-in-law's children.
I guess you can figure out these are the same two kids from above. I think the pictcure is so cute that it looks like one that could have come in the frame. Libby in the rocking chair on our front porch. It had a snowman cover on it so it looks like someone is holding her, but it's just the snowman.

Are you as tired as I am?

I am so tired of our old post. I've been telling myself that I really need to update the post. Are you as tired of the old post as I am? Here's the deal: My "I HATE MY CAMERA" is dead. Well, dead is a strong word, but it is in a coma. It needs to be recharged. I can't bring myself to charge it because why would I charge something that doesn't capture the KODAK moment???? It captures the "whatever brand it is" moment, 4 or 5 seconds after the moment. So, I am not only tired of my old post on this blog, but I am tired of my camera.

Here's what's been going on, for a blog's sake, I will give brief details. Libby (pictures will be posted soon) is continuing to do well. Knock on the blog, no flu for us. She spent the night at my mom's Friday night which, I vote, should become a tradition......I wouldn't want to set that myself--I will leave that up to my mom. So, mom, if you read this....make Libby spending the night with you a weekly tradition. Tradition means you do something regularly with joy. Just a friendly, daughterly reminder, and subtle request. If you'd like a persuasive essay on the request, let me know. I'm sure my brown-eyed roommate will generate one rather quickly (he probably already has one drawn up).

We bought a drawer, cabinety thing to organize the massive amount of corrective skin care junk I have. That's a whole year long issue. If you'd like to know more about the events with my skin, let me know. Steven no longer refers to it as face stuff, but as "228". (The price of the last phase of it.) Anyway, Steven spent so long putting the cabinet together that he has his things in it instead of mine. My things got moved from the counter basket to a drawer. Overall, the goal of cleaning off the counter has been accomplished. I'm tired of that, too. I'm tired of counters. They delay the inevitable (putting something where it goes). If you can think of a reason we need counters, let me know because I've decided they are too high maintenance.
Tired of them. (<--functional fragment)

Thirdly, (or fourthly, who cares you've probably quit reading by now because your answer to my title is yes), thirdly, I am tired of working out. I've only gone for 3 days, but I am tired of it. I like the person I work out with, I like the way I feel, but I am tired of not seeing fast results. Oh well, I will get over that. I've been working out at 6 am in the morning, which means I am getting up around 5, which really isn't new. Why 6? BECAUSE I AM A MOM. I have to squeeze it in when it won't take away from Libby. If I had to work out after school, I wouldn't be able to stand her being at daycare when she really doesn't have to. So, there, I am tired of not being able to clone myself and send the other person to work out. That's reasons fifth and sixth that I'm tired, right?

Lately, Libby has been expressing tiredness herself by making this loud "HUUUUHHHH" sound. Maybe we can put a clip on of it when the "camera" returns to the 3rd rock from the sun.

Hmmm, I think I am tired of writing this blog at the moment. To sum it up, we're just truckin' along and that's cool. More l8r.

Oh, Not Much...Just Stuff

So......what's been going on? Why don't you get your blog updated? Are you that boring....I know. I know. Not much has been going on, just stuff. We are rather boring. We've just been doing house projects. Here are a few pics: (comments are below each picture)

We've hung lots of curtains over this past month. (We means: I picked them out, we paid, he put them up. Nice "we", right?) It's taken a while to decide what we wanted to do with the way too many windows we have. The house was apparently built by someone with a bit of paranoia--lots of "dern" windows.
This was Libby's old room, now the guest room---with more "dern" curtains. No pictures on the walls yet. We'll get there. Maybe Spring Break......
More curtain hanging in the kitchen.
More "dern" curatins.
We had a glass made for the dining room table and it got delivered. Maybe we can have people over for dinner now---let me back that up, maybe I can start cooking. ha haa
So, here's one of the winter break "stuff" projects. We switched Libby's room. She wants it switched back to the old room, but in the words of Steven "VETOED".
We also hung some pictures in the hallway.
Libby's pants got water on them, so she threw them in the dryer and started it herself. I happend to be in the right spot with the camera at the right time to capture it. Pardon the panties---at least it's not a diaper.
She put on a cucumber mask. I guess all the work around the house got to her.
She's trashed her playroom.


JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS

Well, this is a great week to be a teacher. We are out of school on Winter Break! Nice. My complexion needed a break from the cold weather.

Libby and I have just had a blast being at home and visiting others. She is still doing great with the potty training.

The past 3 1/2 years have been interesting. Most people say that "it just gets harder" (referring to kids), but Steven and I both say that it gets easier. This may be because the pregnancy was a 9 month panic attack for me, the first 1/2 year was colic city, the next year was reflux city, then the next year was ear infection mania, and the past year has been whiny-butt STATE. Now, she's really turned the corner and it's seems so much better.

I used to fondly (*smirk*) refer to Steven as the government. This was because he had to take a portion of anything I had....be it food, money, spot on the couch, a sentence I was trying to get out, a phone conversation I was trying to have..you name it. Well, now with a child, it's twice the gouge. :) Steven (aka Federal Government) and Libby (aka State Government) get a portion of everything. Ha haa. Life With Libby.... The next project will be cleaning out the storm shelter (told you the previous owner was paranoid), we'll spare you pictures of that project. :)

Good News, Bad News

Steven here. Meleia asked me to post an update as she's kind of busy right this second.


As you can tell from the title we've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?


I'll start with the good news. After (MANY) unsuccessful attempts at the homestead to move Libby towards potty-training we decided to send lots of changes of clothes to daycare with Libby yesterday to see if they would have any luck. Lo and behold, she didn't give them any trouble with it. She only had one "accident" yesterday at daycare and didn't have any at home with us (she went three times last night and once this morning for us). And today, she only had one accident again. The latest breaking news even includes a successful, um, #2 just now. So we're pretty excited about this new development.


As for the bad news, Sanna went today to have her cerclage (sp?...remember, it's Steven) today. She had gone to the OB office before the procedure and they had trouble finding the heartbeat, although the nurse told her that she did find it. So, she went on to the hospital to have the procedure. When it was over, Sanna asked if they could check for the heartbeat again since they'd had trouble this morning. They went back to the OB office to check and when they did, they discovered that there actually was no heartbeat. So, within the last hour or so, Sanna and Rodney went back to the hospital to (1) undo the cerclage and (2) do the DNC. Obviously, your prayers are very much appreciated right now as Sanna is overcome with grief (not to mention the physical toll of, basically, three surgical procedures in one day).

What's in a title, anyway?

This past weekend we stayed at the Embassy Suites for the Go, Diego, Go Show in Atlanta. There was a little pop out at the bottom of the window. When I learned I was missing an earring and several one dollar bills, I noticed Libby had been poking things through the window to see them "ploat to 'duh road, Mommy". This picture is room service for Libby. We didn't think the in house restaurant (Ruth's Chris House) would appreciate Libby's choice of wearing a night gown. She decided this was her outfit for a while. At least she doesn't want to sleep standing up anymore.
Libby at the Fox.
Libby with her free Baby Jaguar mask and her ticket (not free), which she refused to give the ticket scanner.
Libby's kind of chair at the Fox:
Nanny Ree, Kaylee, and Libby.

Libby and Kaylee doing a sippy cup toast.
Kaylee and Libby just talking.
Libby playing around the house. We let her out sometimes. Ha haa
Libby wearing Mr. Potato heads mouth piece. She likes to wear it and run around saying, "Ho, Ho, Hoooo, You're not getting anything for Christmas. Ho, Ho, Hoooo."

Kaylee and Libby just hanging out.

On another note, my grandmother who passed away has a video memorial posted on the pondersfuneralhome.com website. Click video memorials and see the link for Eloise Dixon Souther.

Thanks for all the cards, plants, etc. Again, she was a great lady.