We're official

Darn back spasms

Instead of spending yesterday afternoon seeing Michelle Obama, I was in the chiropractor's office getting my back popped. After an adjustment yesterday and another today (that I felt clear down to my toenails!!) I am feeling much better though still in some pain. But it's more at like a 4-5 out of 10, versus yesterday when it was an 8/10. Way worse than back labor w/ Daniel.

Please y'all keep Jesus in your prayers because this time of year is always difficult for him. Cold weather means not much work for him. He gets stir-crazy as well as a tad depressed when he's not working like he feels he could/should be.

Daniel, on the other hand, is doing just great. He is so excited about wearing his Spidey costume to school tomorrow.

Michelle Obama is coming to Rocky Mount tomorrow. I'm going to see her. :)

Wazzup 2008

Warning: pro-Obama video ahead.

Making it count

Post-debate commentary

1) McCain did better here than he did in the first two debates, I thought. And I thought Obama stayed cool, no ruffled feathers.

2) If I were Joe the Plumber I would be ready to crawl in a hole and never come out right about now. It drove me crazy how they both got so much mileage over that.

Truly humbled by this man's heart

From the aftermath of the Postville immigration raids, a Catholic priest caring for the families affected.

I read through all the comments, and while some of them disgust me, I am heartened by responses of those who understand what people like Jesus and I deal with on a daily basis.

I have so many pregnant friends right now. Two friends from work (that I know of) and three college friends are expecting babies. I think God must have a sense of humor.

But not til that pesky green card is OURS. And God knows when that is going to happen.

Bathtime conversation

Me: Are you guys [Daniel & Daddy] using the man soap in your shower?
Daniel: Of course. We're men.

Now I remember....

...why I hated giving shots to 4-year-olds when I worked at HFHC (my previous job, where I still take Daniel for his checkups etc). It wasn't fun for either one of us. He got the flu, DTaP, IPV, and MMR. The MMR she saved for last - which is the golden rule of vaccinating kids. If you give the MMR anything but last, the kid won't let you anywhere near him for the rest of the shots. It hurts like a mofo.

I much prefer to give them to the newborns, although I really think vaxing newborns is over the top in most cases.

All else is well, according to his PNP. 50-75th percentile for height, 75th percentile for weight, and 50-75th percentile for BMI. Eyes good, but he didn't really cooperate for the hearing screen.

Also, falling under the category of 'Crap!' news, the lab tech that works there is a good friend of mine although we have pretty sporadic contact. Anyway, her son is in Afghanistan w/ the Army. He spent his summers between years at college working at the clinic interpreting and helping hold unruly kids for shots. Super-good kid. Well, not really a kid - I think he's 24 or so. Anyway, if you could remember Carlos in your prayers, we would all appreciate it. He says guys there are stretched way too thin and all want to come home.

You know it's time for elections to be OVER when you're watching the news where Barack Obama is mentioned and your 4-year-old pipes up, "I'm Barack Obama and I approved this message."

Good friends

Daniel with Halleigh, the precious little girl of friends Miles and Brooklynne, who hosted us for dinner Saturday night. We were joined by Kristy Kent, also a dear friend from college. We watched the Heels beat Notre Dame, ate yummy burgers/fries/asparagus, and watched Halleigh shamelessly flirt with Daniel. (The horsie pic was posed, though.)

Reminded me just how lucky I am to have such awesome friends. We talked, laughed, and enjoyed ourselves. At least, I did. :) The whole way home, this was the conversation between Daniel and I:
D: Mr. Miles was mad at the Tar Heels. He said "Shoot!"
Me: Yes, he did.
D: But when he's happy, he doesn't say that.

D: Mommy, Mr. Miles made us hamburgers, right?
Me: Yes, honey, he made hamburgers.
D: They were yummy. My tummy liked them.
Me: Mine too.

D: Mommy, Kona is a big scary dog, right?
Me: No, Kona's
not scary. But she is big just like Miss Pansy.
D: But she was showing me her teeth!
Me: She was just smiling.
D: She chased me and licked me, but I was faster than her.

D: Mommy, my acorns are my friends. See? I have them with me to keep them safe.

And, perhaps the best of all, we sang the fight song together:
I'm a Tar Heel born, I'm a Tar Heel bred
And when I die, I'm a Tar Heel dead....

I didn't teach him the ending I learned at Carolina. When he's 18 he can learn it for himself.

Thanks to Miles, Brooke, and Kristy for a fun fun evening!

Happy Birthday!!!

Can't believe he's 4 years old. So this was this morning - replete with birthday pancakes, a big all-terrain remote control truck ("A Chevy just like your Chevy, Daddy!"), and more fun to come....

I am so blessed to have the world's greatest child. Every day, I can't believe he's mine. A great gift, indeed.

Welcome the immigrant

I found this great website by accident and have signed the statement of agreement. It is for people of all faiths (or no particular faith at all) who believe that we as people of faith, and we as human beings, need to stand with immigrants.

Click here for the link. I thought it was awesome.

What my husband better never do

My dad called this afternoon and, as usual, the converstaion switched to politics. He can't believe I'm actually voting for Obama and sometimes wonders where his daughter is and what we have done with her....

...anyway, he told me something that I'd never realized. Their next-door neighbors (have lived there for about 30 years now) are rather um, unique, to begin with. But to top it all off, her husband tells her how to vote.

That is just wrong. There is a reason why those booths are private!!!!

Annoyed

I so wish I could be a SAHM right now. Ok, so I've planned to take this weekend off for months now. One of the supervisors calls me tonight and tells me I have to have at least 36 hours of vacation time in order to be able to take this weekend. I have 34.58 or something like that. I had it calculated differently, but whatever. So, in order to make up for the difference, I'm working 7pm til 3am tomorrow night. (Because I'm weekend option each 12 hour shift counts as 20 hours because they pay us as though we're fulltime.) Working the full night wouldn't have been an option as Jesus has yards to cut Wed and Daniel has school from 0830 til 1200 that day.

So, I probably should just put on my big-girl panties and deal with it. And I will. But right now I just want to gripe and moan. So I am.

1) I am disappointed - but not surprised - at the Cubbies' loss Saturday night.

2) I am so glad to be off work this coming weekend.

3) I cannot believe Daniel is going to be 4 on Friday.

Again...

....good grief. We cannot even score a run. Miles! Have you been keeping a pet goat at your house just for good measure?!

Alright, Miles....

....what spell did you cast on the Cubbies tonight?!