Wednesday, September 30, 2009
There is a lot going on right now. I can't share it all with you now. But it's seriously jacking my pregnancy emotions into overdrive. I sat at my desk today as my day wound down progressively getting worse and worse I flip-flopped from furious to tears. It's very rare that I get mad enough or broken down enough to end up in tears in my actual office but it took everything I had in me today to not just sit in my chair and bawl. I need some answers to these questions to relieve some of this pressure. Until then I'm going to gulp hot chocolate and pretend it's a mudslide.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
These books were sent to me shortly after I got pregnant by my pal Michelle. Being the good pal that she is she knows how much I LOVE books. Obssessed with them really. And I fully intend to pass this love along to Jack. So Michelle sent me Jack's first books. I was so excited when I got them. I've already started reading them to him. Growing up loving books gave me such a great imagination in my opinion. To this day when I read a book I still can become a part of the story. And the books she sent are the GOOD one's! Thanks so much Michelle! These will be treasured!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Baby Jack's first picture.
The best moment of the day for me wasn't even when the big reveal came. Daddy and I went in first with the nurse so she could take all the pictures of you. Mommy couldn't see the screen so she just watched Daddy's face as he watched you jump all over the screen. The room was dark and quiet and Daddy was mesmerized by what he saw. Then he whispered to himself, "This is so incredible." And Mommy cried. Daddy is a man of few words and that was a lot for him.
The Money Shot.
The lady with the magic wand actually had some trouble getting pictures of you at first. You were all curled up like a U. And no matter how much we prodded at you, you stubbornly refused to budge. In fact we would prod and you would kick Mommy! You were sleeping just like Mommy does too, with your arms wrapped around your head.
Look at that strong leg!I have known you were Jack all along. Mommies just know these things sometimes. Secretly I was already calling you Jack. Daddy wasn't so sure. He really wanted you to be a boy since he already has his little girl but I think he was afraid to hope so he was convincing yourself that he was a boy. Auntie Coley and Nina knew you were a boy too and already had gifts for you! Even Aunt Michelle knew you were a boy! So see you were meant to be our all along.
I want you to know my little Jack that never was there a Jack more loved and wanted than you. You are already the love of Mommy and Daddy's lives. And while we are so anxious to meet you and see you and hold you we can be patient, so you stay where you are for a few more months. Grow strong and healthy in your little cocoon. We will be here when you ready. Love you my little man.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
This book was given to me by my dad the day before my wedding. Unknown to me he had been writing in it for years. There were places for him to write his favorite memories of me as a kid, what he felt and thought during different parts of my life, etc. It is such a beautiful book. To have something like this, written for me by my dad is so wonderful. Every time I read through it I cry. I'm going to have to give it back to him though to finish filling it out because it even has a place for him to talk about how he feels about me becoming a mother. What a wonderful keepsake. I want to find something like this for my baby.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Two Thursdays ago I was beat down by the flu. The doctor says maybe the Hog Flu but really who knows. So I had that for 4 days (over Labor Day Weekends which caused me to miss out on my family reunion!), went back to work for a whopping 2 hours when I got the MIGRAINE FROM HELL. And yes it must be capitalized. I have had migraines before. Some pretty bad but never, ever like this. This one made me physically ill, unable to eat and lasted for three days. Yes. Days. So I was out of work for a whole week. Awesomeness. I am, however, feeling much more like my snarky old self now so all is good in the hood.
The big news this week is that in just 4 days we are all taking a little field trip to radiology, they are going to squirt some goo on my ever growing belly and if my child isn't TOO modest we will know whether or not to go out and buy a football or a shotgun. And while it seems like it has taken forever to get to this point, it also seems like its taken just a minute. I'm so excited to know. We have our names picked out and we can finally stop calling him/her "The Baby" and start calling him/her by their rightful name. So look for the big announcement on Saturday!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Kindergarten here. I don't know WHY I colored my lips. But still I'm cute here.
First grade. How much do you LOVE the hair? And also the terrible smile.
My best friend from elementary school, Mel.
5th Grade. Nice bird's nest on top of my head.
7th Grade. And the nest is growing. Awesome.
Somebody please help me. 10th grade. I had the world's biggest glasses AND braces.
11th grade. Got rid of the glasses and the braces. Things are looking better.
Senior year. I'm sorry but I'm pretty here. Not a stitch of make-up. LOOK at that skin!
Second year of college. This was NOT the shortest my hair was. YIKES.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This was written to her husband Max in May 1983 (typed just as she wrote it). I believe she wrote this before they actually got married:
You came into my life as "liken unto a southern springtime
storm." Hard, fast and just as powerful. You made me stop, look and
listen. Like "Thor" you could make my heart beat as wildly as the thunder and lightnings shake the heavens. Just as vehemently as the whirling winds blow to clear the stale and pouluted air from out midst....you took the bitterness of past hurts from my heart.I saw the strength of you in the hail, dangerous to the naked
eye, but melts to the tender respectful touch, as a thirsty land you gave my womanhood a much needed drink, before you came, my heart was dry, cracked and very hard. I was use to showers and like the earth, only the surface was touched.The seed of love had been planted before, but soon the flower
would die, because it could not break through the soil to give roots. Like the hard and plentiful rain touches the lands, you touches my heart. What was a barren land where nothing could grow, now is fertile soil, planted with seeds of love waiting to grow and be harvested. And as the storm is to nature a challenge...you are to me. Just the storm, you left as suddenly as you came but not in waste. You left me refreshed and I can love again. I believe one day you will come again to me and not just as a storm, but to share all of natures wonderful treasures. I wait patiently,
after all my darling Thor, I'm Venus your Goddess of Love.
Tribute for Elmer Eulis Thompson..Mineral Springs
Arkansas..Dec. 1990Tribute to DaddyWhat words could we use to describe how we feel? None
would be the same because each of us will have different experiences, different
memories of him, save for one, which is love. Regardless of the sweet, or
the bitter, we loved our father, and we knew without a doubt, that he loved us
as deeply, and that he was proud of his children.There were some things that he felt very strongly, and they were
passed on to us. Not to lie, not to steal, to work hard and carry your own
weight in life and that you ARE your word, for those things my dear Dad, we
thank you.Daddy has said he was lucky, he had two good wives and he lived
a long good life, which is true.Our mom, we loved her so much. She was truly a previous
gem.Our Ruby, we loved her too and how we appreciated her for her
goodness to Daddy, and keeping him a live longer. She was truly a gift to
all of us, and to our children also.As for our Daddy-how can it be put? I guess just say
"We'll miss our diamond in the rough."by Youngest DaughterGena Bea
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
November 17, 2007
By Kelley Saia
Photography by The Memory Journalists
From the Winter/Spring 2009 issue
For Bree and ?, mother definitely knows best as Bree’s mom (with the help of her cousin) is responsible for this match made in heaven. The couple was set up on a blind date and while they took their time getting to know each other, once they fell, they fell hard.
After dating for just over a year, ? took Bree to Macaroni Grille for
lunch, which happens to be the same place they ate together for the first time.
During their meal ? took advantage of the paper-covered tables and wrote
something under his plate, hiding it from Bree. At the end of the meal, he
finally lifted the plate and showed Bree what was written: “Bree, I love you!
Will you marry me?” She immediately started crying and then discovered he had
placed a ring on the table, causing her to cry even harder. The newly engaged
couple left the restaurant and headed to Bree’s sister’s house where her family
awaited with an engagement party for the happy couple.
Bree and ? dove head first into wedding planning mode and picked a date
only nine months away. Because they had initially met at church, they agreed
they would get married in a church. Bree immediately thought back to when she
was 17, attending a small church, where even at that age, she told her mom that
she would one day get married there. With one big decision down, every thing
else fell into place, but not without the help of her mom and sister, who Bree
calls, “party planners extraordinaire.”
Bree has an interest in photography, and planned her wedding accordingly—in
search of the perfect picture. She even moved the ceremony start time from 5:30
p.m. to 3:30 p.m. per their photographer’s suggestion to achieve that perfect
picture she so ardently craved. And, she created a charming fall theme—the
picturesque details included autumn leaves scattered throughout the ceremony and
reception, taking the place of flowers, and caramel apples as favors. Yet her
greatest decision (and we agree) was purchasing several vintage umbrellas for
the bridal party to carry, which truly became the perfect picture.
Throughout the planning process, Bree’s Type-A personality was evident as
she stressed over every detail, but it was a simple email from a friend that
allowed her to enjoy her wedding day stress-free. Her friend advised Bree to
stress all she wanted prior to the big day (which she did), but on the day of
the wedding, focus on the reason she was there—to marry Bill and celebrate their
life together. Bree took the advice and soared.
On her wedding day she awoke with a sense of peace and calmness she had
never experienced before. When her dad acknowledged this unexpected carefree
attitude, she said, “There’s something to be said for knowing you’re making the
best decision of your life.” Bree maintained her calmness for the entire day and
says she was determined to stand there, especially during the vows, focused on
just her soon-to-be husband and their life ahead. Because Bree was so focused on
being in the moment, she now has more than the perfect picture…she has the
Monday, September 7, 2009
For the next week I'm going be posting special things from the past. Sometimes it will be just a picture and sometimes it will be a story. I started cleaning out the junk room AKA the baby's room and started finding stuff that I think it will be interesting to share with you. A little blast from my past so to speak. Here's hoping this jump starts my creativity.