Saturday, March 18, 2006
Talk about your little diplomat.....Kobe has found a way to beat the system. He knows that he's not allowed to pretend to be superheroes when we're going somewhere or when we're eating dinner. So now, he's creating new powers for his superheroes...
As Stephen was putting on Kobe's shoes to go to Cassano's Pizza, Kobe said "Dad, can I be the Power Ranger who settles down at the table?"
As Stephen was putting on Kobe's shoes to go to Cassano's Pizza, Kobe said "Dad, can I be the Power Ranger who settles down at the table?"
Finally--a legitimate reason for the "madness" in our house :)
Thursday, I let the boys help me with my brackets for March Madness. I'd call out a team match-up, and they'd predict the winner. Halfway through, Lincoln must have thought we were talking about the Olympics again, because when I gave him a choice between two teams, he said "Um, I pick USA!"
Just for the record, Kobe has picked George Washington to win it all. Lincoln is playing a little more conservatively by going with Duke, and I've picked Ohio State. Right now, Duke and G.W. are playing, pitting brother against brother! The boys are watching the game from their bunkbeds during their nap.
Thursday, I let the boys help me with my brackets for March Madness. I'd call out a team match-up, and they'd predict the winner. Halfway through, Lincoln must have thought we were talking about the Olympics again, because when I gave him a choice between two teams, he said "Um, I pick USA!"
Just for the record, Kobe has picked George Washington to win it all. Lincoln is playing a little more conservatively by going with Duke, and I've picked Ohio State. Right now, Duke and G.W. are playing, pitting brother against brother! The boys are watching the game from their bunkbeds during their nap.
Friday, March 03, 2006
I remember this time four years ago. I was just finishing up a LONG dinner @ Olive Garden--what would be my Last Supper. We went there after the Gathering, still several weeks away from our due date.
I remember being RAVENOUS--eating more than my usual share of breadsticks dipped in alfredo sauce, salad, and chicken scampi.
I remember being FURIOUS at our server, who I thought was a horrible waitress. I'm usually pretty patient--having been a server in college. But on this particular night, there was no grace in me! Even Ronnie, Susan and Stephen were surprised by my lack of patience.
I remember waking up at midnight, thinking that I had just wet the bed!! In fact, it took Stephen and I a little while to figure out that I hadn't lost all control--MY WATER BROKE!!
I remember calling the doctor, who told me to get some sleep and come in @ 6:00 a.m. We called the grandparents to let them know, and then I tried to get some sleep.
I remember the contractions starting at 3ish, and my mom coming over to hold my hand while I slept (because she couldn't sleep after we called her!).
I remember the labor....and Bryan Adam's Greatest Hits CD that played over and over and over again, for HOURS, because I was too crazy to know it was still playing, and everyone else was too afraid to change it. I still think of that day when I hear Summer of '69.
I remember everyone who was there, waiting in the room or the waiting room the whole day.
I remember the look on my dad's face as they wheeled me in to the operating room for the c-section--such a calming look that let me know everything would be okay.
I remember the sermon Dick gave the night before---reminding us that God is in control of everything.
I remember Stephen having to leave the operating room, and Susan dressing in scrubs and holding my hand during the surgery.
I remember Stephen's face the first time he came in and saw our son.
I remember how Kobe was crying while they were measuring him---until Stephen walked in the room and spoke to him for the first time.
I remember them bringing Kobe over to me to see for the first time----and thinking to myself "That's not my child." (sorry--it was weird since he was c-section--didn't feel like a baby really left my body, so I couldn't make the connection.)
I remember them putting the baby in my arms, and then I KNEW he was my child.
I remember them wheeling us into a recovery room and letting ALL our guests come in to see us at the same time.
I will always remember holding my son, Kobe, and looking around the bed at all the faces that I hold dear--moms, dads, brothers, sisters, friends ...I have never felt so much pride and humility mingled together. And love---so much love.
Tomorrow we will celebrate Kobe's 4th birthday....and I will remember.
I remember being RAVENOUS--eating more than my usual share of breadsticks dipped in alfredo sauce, salad, and chicken scampi.
I remember being FURIOUS at our server, who I thought was a horrible waitress. I'm usually pretty patient--having been a server in college. But on this particular night, there was no grace in me! Even Ronnie, Susan and Stephen were surprised by my lack of patience.
I remember waking up at midnight, thinking that I had just wet the bed!! In fact, it took Stephen and I a little while to figure out that I hadn't lost all control--MY WATER BROKE!!
I remember calling the doctor, who told me to get some sleep and come in @ 6:00 a.m. We called the grandparents to let them know, and then I tried to get some sleep.
I remember the contractions starting at 3ish, and my mom coming over to hold my hand while I slept (because she couldn't sleep after we called her!).
I remember the labor....and Bryan Adam's Greatest Hits CD that played over and over and over again, for HOURS, because I was too crazy to know it was still playing, and everyone else was too afraid to change it. I still think of that day when I hear Summer of '69.
I remember everyone who was there, waiting in the room or the waiting room the whole day.
I remember the look on my dad's face as they wheeled me in to the operating room for the c-section--such a calming look that let me know everything would be okay.
I remember the sermon Dick gave the night before---reminding us that God is in control of everything.
I remember Stephen having to leave the operating room, and Susan dressing in scrubs and holding my hand during the surgery.
I remember Stephen's face the first time he came in and saw our son.
I remember how Kobe was crying while they were measuring him---until Stephen walked in the room and spoke to him for the first time.
I remember them bringing Kobe over to me to see for the first time----and thinking to myself "That's not my child." (sorry--it was weird since he was c-section--didn't feel like a baby really left my body, so I couldn't make the connection.)
I remember them putting the baby in my arms, and then I KNEW he was my child.
I remember them wheeling us into a recovery room and letting ALL our guests come in to see us at the same time.
I will always remember holding my son, Kobe, and looking around the bed at all the faces that I hold dear--moms, dads, brothers, sisters, friends ...I have never felt so much pride and humility mingled together. And love---so much love.
Tomorrow we will celebrate Kobe's 4th birthday....and I will remember.