No, I'm not it. My brother used to call me a "bookworm" every time he saw me with my nose in a book - which was quite often. & Because my love to read has not diminished in the least, I immediately wanted to participate in this Tag, even though I had not even been tagged. I'm a dork, I know. :)
Here're the rules if you want to be nerdy like me and chose yourself for a tag. :)
1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages)
2. Turn to page 123
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog
5. Tag 5 people
The closest book to me was "The Host" by Stephanie Meyer. *I have yet to read it, it's third on my list as the other two are rented out to me right now & I own The Host... ANYWAY!
"Her face was a mass of wrinkles, all of them turning down into angry lines."
This is a tag that you can do if you want, I'm not picking 5 people & so no one is forced here. :) Have fun.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Losing THE Tooth
Strike One...
Check out his face!!! He was so stressed that it would hurt. And then it was all he could do to figure out why he still had it in there!
After this traumatic episode, he didn't let us anywhere near that tooth. Although he did take quite a bit of delight in playing with it and seeing how far he could stick his tongue through the hole. Then, finally, a few days ago, he was playing with it and it just fell right out. Because it was loose for so long, the new tooth was already breaking though the skin the next day. What a fun time!
Moments to Remember
A is 10 months old today. It seems crazy to me that so much time has passed since his birth and our move. 10 months... And yet, at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago. How does that happen? How is it that we live our lives for today and sometimes tomorrow, and then all of a sudden, yesterday is so far in the past that it stuns us and it's all we can do to relive the memories we do have?
I've been meaning to post for sometime now. But it seems that every time that I get on here and have a tidbit to say, it never seems important enough and so I put it off for another day when I'm 'hopefully' feeling more inspired than that moment in time. Not that I'm feeling all that 'inspired' today, I just realized that my baby will soon be 1 and I wanted to mark this not-so-significant day as significant. And then I get to thinking...
Why do I only mark the significant moments in my life? Why is it that births, deaths, anniversaries, holidays, and vacations tend to be the markers on my memories? Why is it so hard to remember that my little girl sleeps in underwear now and has only had one accident since the transition from pull-ups? Why is it that a momentus occasion of my son's first A-grade can bring about celebrations, but that the second is looked upon as the new standard? How is it that I neglect to record moments in my children's lives such as a first tooth grown or a first tooth lost and focus on the day to day calendaring activities? Do I not pay enough attention to what's going to be remembered by my children? Do I pay too much attention to what they see as insignificant? Probably.
And so here I am, trying to make a moment into one of my permanent memories. This picture was taken at an everyday, non-spectacular outing to the park. A friend happened to snap it while I was playing with A and viola, a priceless memory was created. With that said, here's to memories and the moments we take to give them the credit they deserve.
I've been meaning to post for sometime now. But it seems that every time that I get on here and have a tidbit to say, it never seems important enough and so I put it off for another day when I'm 'hopefully' feeling more inspired than that moment in time. Not that I'm feeling all that 'inspired' today, I just realized that my baby will soon be 1 and I wanted to mark this not-so-significant day as significant. And then I get to thinking...
Why do I only mark the significant moments in my life? Why is it that births, deaths, anniversaries, holidays, and vacations tend to be the markers on my memories? Why is it so hard to remember that my little girl sleeps in underwear now and has only had one accident since the transition from pull-ups? Why is it that a momentus occasion of my son's first A-grade can bring about celebrations, but that the second is looked upon as the new standard? How is it that I neglect to record moments in my children's lives such as a first tooth grown or a first tooth lost and focus on the day to day calendaring activities? Do I not pay enough attention to what's going to be remembered by my children? Do I pay too much attention to what they see as insignificant? Probably.
And so here I am, trying to make a moment into one of my permanent memories. This picture was taken at an everyday, non-spectacular outing to the park. A friend happened to snap it while I was playing with A and viola, a priceless memory was created. With that said, here's to memories and the moments we take to give them the credit they deserve.
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