A Face Lift!!!!

When I think back to January and how unsure of blogging I was, and now look at me! I'm completely head over heals into it! I have been so satisfied with my experience, that I have been getting dissatisfied with the appearance of my page. So, it is time for a face lift.

Only, I am not really a computer friendly person. Remember my blond post? Yah. I'm pretty blond when it comes to computers too. Like a friend was telling me last week, keep that dye bottle handy! For some reason, the instructions that are out there for doing basic stuff just seem to be written in Greek the second I start to read them. Or written in "brunette" should I say?

So somehow, on my own, I figured out how to download a different blog template from a website and get it onto my page. It took several tries to get it right, and in the meantime I lost all of my previous pics that customized my original page, but I remembered to save everything!

So, what do you think? How does my page look now?

And because I am a creature of change, I'll probably keep this look for a week and then do it all over again!

10 Years later...

I had the opportunity to attend my college reunion this weekend. It was so much fun seeing old faces and reliving some old memories. Better yet was showing my wonderful husband a small part of my own history and background, and sharing some of the past with my children. My years at Longwood were such an important time in my life.

I found out that the school is condemning my old dormroom....It's sad, but true. It was the oldest building on the campus, and it survived the big fire from a few years ago. But because of it's old age and the need for progress, they are tearing it down. I was unable to go inside the building while I was there, but I did get to take a picture of it. There are a lot of memories in that old building. An interesting fact... the view from outside my old study lounge window was the tennis courts. My mother used to play tennis on those same courts during her college days at Ferrum.

Things that go "burp" in the night....

For some reason, I'm horrible at burping the baby. I just can't seem to get the bubble to come up...so I pass off the wee one to my husband, who magically makes the baby burp in about 5 seconds.

And now I figured out why.

Last night, I was awakened in the middle of the night not by a fussy cry of an infant, but by the sound of rhythmic thumping. I looked around for what was making the noise, and it was my husband! He sounded like he was trying to burp the baby. ONLY, THE BABY WAS IN HER CRIB ACROSS THE HALL!!! My DH was patting the side of his leg, IN HIS SLEEP, for about a full 3 minutes! I didn't dare wake him, it was just too funny watching him trying to make a bubble come forth from an imaginary baby!

Yup, my husband is such a great baby burper, because he practices it in his sleep when I'm not looking!

Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes

Forgive me if my posts have all seemed to be leaning on the "baby side of life" these days. Having this little one in my life seems to be all that I think about. I can't think of anything more interesting than my little girl these days! I'm sure I'll be posting more stuff that is more interesting to all of you later.

But for today, it's about the baby again. Sorry!

I was taking a quiet moment to study my new daughter yesterday. I mean really study her...memorize her little features. The curve of her nose, the dimple in her right cheek, the little tiny earlobes, and her long long toes. It was such a pleasant and quiet moment, just watching my little angel sleeping.

And then I got to her knees. Such perfect little knees. Not a mark on them! And then came the realization that in a very short time, those perfect little knees will be marked up, skinned, and bruised . Eventually, she'll be crawling. And then walking. Then running. And riding a bike, swimming, dancing, and playing soccer. Then I got to thinking that ALL of her little body was flawless, unmarked by the outside world. And the further and further she gets from me and closer to her own independence, there will be more bonked noggins, broken bones, scrapes, bruises, stitches, and countless tears.

And my only defense? Prayer! Being a mother is really hard. My only shield between my child and the rest of the world is prayer, and I don't do it nearly enough.