Thursday, November 29, 2007

Happy Happy Birthday!

Today my little sister turns 26. I'd sing, but honestly, no one wants to even read about me singing - I actually made a baby cry at church on Sunday - I was holding while her mom was leading the music and as soon as I started singing, she began to cry. So no song. But many, many happy wishes. I can't believe you're actually 26. That makes me - anyway - I can't believe you're actually 26! :) I am so sad I'm not home to celebrate with you - you already know I miss you tons, but let me just reiterate: I miss you! Give some thought to the Boston idea. Really! I think you should go to Boston. Happy birthday, Princess. I love you!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving, btw :)

Due to my previously mentioned writers' block I never got around to wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving. We had a wonderful time with family and it was nice to reflect on what I am thankful for. Here are a few things off my list (in no particular order): Sam and Lucas, my kind, hard-working and funny husband (yeah, yeah, now you have it in writing...maybe I should consult my legal counsel on any potential disclaimers I need to add...;), prayer, a loving Heavenly Father, the Atonement (!!!), my old and my new family, my sister and my two newer sisters, yoga, good books, sleep, photographs, friends, laughter, my little apartment, IKEA (heh), did I mention sleep?, my mac, improving, being able to learn and so much, much more. It does add up when you begin to think about it. I think I will take the time to write an extensive list sometime soon.

Here are two of my blessings hamming it up:

kura sie na mnie patrzy...

I realize that a very limited group of readers (read: one) will even get the reference above, but sometimes there's only one way of describing something just right. I have been having some writers' block because I suddenly realized that people were actually reading this. Someone commented on something they had read on here and my brain went into the thought spiral...Where did they get that? Do people think that about me? Maybe it's true? The voice inside my head occasionally gets this panicky edge to it, which is most often followed by a complete inability to accomplish anything and so I haven't written anything in a while.

I don't know where in my childhood I found this ridiculous notion that everybody must like me in order for me to be an ok person. I'm still trying not to care, but sometimes I slip. Do they have groups for this? Hi, my name is Sara and I want people to like me. The 13 steps for recovering insecures...Yes, I realize I just invented a word, but I was too busy founding IA to look up an existing one that fit the purpose.

Anyway - part of my recovery process is to bring this blog back to what I originally intended it to be - an outlet for my thoughts. I realize that is not even remotely as interesting as pictures of my fabulous kids (no insecurities there :) ) so I'll make sure to post some of those as well.

And finally - do they have chickens in Boston? If not, when are we going, sis?

Friday, November 9, 2007

Brotherly Love

It makes me all warm and fuzzy to see my boys love each other. Partly because it's fabulous to witness a budding friendship and partly because so much of the time I have to break up various skirmishes between them. A little love gives me great hope for these little monkeys!

Monday, November 5, 2007

If it's not one thing...

I just learned about bisphenol-a this weekend. Somehow I have managed to be completely unaware of this substance that is found in many plastic items - like bottles and sippy cups. You'd think that manufacturers would be held to some sort of ethic/ moral/ legal code and keep potentially dangerous and poisonous things out of items that our children use on a daily basis, right? (Cough-lead-cough...). But no such luck. Bisphenol-a is an endocrine disruptive chemical compound.
Check this out: Zrecs Report
On one hand, I want to dismiss it and live happily ever after with my cheapo plastic sippy cups. Like someone snidely remarked to me yesterday, I "can't shelter my kids their entire life - they will be exposed to toxins and mean people." On the other hand, I guess I'd rather be a little nutty and spend 16 dollars on a BPA-free sippy cup than worry about my little guys. Besides, with all the toxins and mean people they're going to meet, I better limit the other dangers in their life, right? (Yeah, yeah, still working on getting over the patronizing sting of that comment.)
All right - off to spend my dollars on safe(r) cups...