tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114923612024-03-14T10:53:48.245-07:00Christy needs to BlogMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-15697444885827600872008-12-15T18:48:00.001-08:002008-12-15T19:11:57.752-08:00Oh the cutenessThere are some things going on that I'm not sure that I'm ready to blog about, but I will ask that you pray for J's health. We think he will be fine, but prayers are all any of us can do right now.So. What to blog about? My pretty, pretty girl. Replete with photos.We dressed the Girl up in a Santa suit we got for the Boy way back when. She is so cute!Sweet and Smiley:Serious:Lickin' Lemons MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-34388319957853909342008-12-10T15:59:00.000-08:002008-12-10T16:06:43.654-08:00Design Mom gives away the BEST stuffI don't know how Gabrielle does it. She has five kids and updates her blog all the time AND organizes the most amazing giveaways. Companies big and small - and usually high-end - donate prizes for her to give away. This must be a massive undertaking to organize it all and she does it as a labor of love. Well, I suggest that you head over to Design Mom this Friday for 12, count 'em, 12 MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-21226145598477373372008-12-09T15:23:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:43:44.420-08:00Handmade toys rock. Let's keep them from being black market fare.You want the toys the kids in your life play with to be safe, right? Me, too. So toys should all be tested to make sure that they are safe, right? Not so fast...Did you know that testing of children's items costs about $4,000? If the act that congress currently has in the works passes as is, everyone selling a children's item on Etsy will be out of business because testing makes it impossibleMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-50720392467668490722008-12-06T05:19:00.000-08:002008-12-09T15:44:26.340-08:00It's a battleSo I know that this is old news, but did you every see the electoral map put out by the New York Times? Check it out here. Seriously interesting stuff. Looks like I am a concern to some people because I'm apparently winning a war:Back in July when the iPhone 3Gs first came out, J went to an AT&T store at 3 a.m. to wait in line to get us the mother of all mobile phones. We went from whatever MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-34510374041387709782008-12-05T11:04:00.000-08:002008-12-05T11:10:07.466-08:00Goodbye Gummy GrinsAfter her lunch today, the Girl was having a chew on my fingers (better than something else) and I thought I felt something. One tiny tooth, bottom left. I'll miss the gummy grins, but she sure has been a joy with a tooth coming through. Sweet baby. Picture to come once it is in enough to actually get a photo of it.MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-54031387317054807772008-11-27T07:11:00.000-08:002008-11-27T09:29:12.353-08:00WANTED: The NibblerWanted for: biting then laughing at pain caused Arch enemy of: Breastfeeding motherPossible disguises: Extreme cuteness, frequent gummy grins, occasional pouting faces, infrequent cryingOther information: Can frequently be found in the company of Mr. No NapThe Nibbler and Mr. No Nap spotted togetherMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-26885945758715126722008-11-26T12:10:00.000-08:002008-11-26T12:17:50.725-08:00Holy Moly, it's ThanksgivingThis year is flying by and the fact that tomorrow is Thanksgiving blows my mind. I've done as much of the prep work for the food as I can for now. There is so much to be thankful for, and blessings to ask for still. Thankful for my lovely little girl and sweet son and fabulous husband. The rest of my family and friends are happy and healthy. I'm asking that our neighbors serving overseas in MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-49084604253932128602008-11-19T16:01:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:45:15.346-08:00SchoolThe Boy started school in August. I had high hopes for how he would do, but was realistic expectations of his reaction: I expected a lot of crying. The very first day, we went to school with him. It was a double whammy for me - I left the Girl for the very first time and it was my oldest child's first day of school. We were with him so the first day was great. He said that he would be fine MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-80318607629285430922008-11-18T13:51:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:00:44.112-08:00I have to admitI was very disappointed when I found out that our second child would be a girl. I had myself convinced that I was going to be surrounded by boys my entire life and was just fine with that. The Boy was so very cuddly and sweet and I wanted that again. Basically, I knew boys and was having trouble imagining having a girl. The unknown was a fear.Of course, I wouldn't trade her for the world now.MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-54658050231053632972008-11-18T13:40:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:51:48.777-08:00I love baby shoesWhile I was pregnant, all those months ago, I couldn't wait to put my baby girl in all the cute shoes that I got for her. They were on clearance, natch, since babies don't really need shoes for anything other than warmth and there are socks for that. Seriously, I love in South Texas and it just isn't that cold. But a little online shoe place had a huge clearance sale so I bought shoes. And MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-40232603309812263502008-11-17T11:10:00.002-08:002008-11-17T11:17:56.483-08:00Well, well, wellSo, I have someone I'd like you to meet. Presenting to you, the Girl:Yes, she'd five months old and yes, I feel bad that I haven't blogged about her yet. I have no excuse. You know, other than the new mother thing, but it's not an excuse. Everything is wonderful here. The Boy loves the Girl without reservation and took a photo of her to school for show-and-tell as something for which he is MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-69985505471681784382008-04-02T18:32:00.000-07:002008-04-02T18:45:41.479-07:00What I think about the other nightGrowing pains. My child has been waking up every night for several days, but the other night was the first time he has complained of leg pain. I think he has been waking up from growing pains every night, but once he moved the pain went away once he moved and he didn't remember that is why he woke up in the first place. He woke scared from the pain, but unable to remember that the pain was whatMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-7668326482340429312008-04-01T02:52:00.000-07:002008-04-01T06:05:29.637-07:00Terror in the heart of a motherETA: The following is an over-tired freak out of a pregnant woman. Things are fine this morning after a little more sleep. I'll tell you my theories later...I've lived this charmed life. When I was three, my brother died of leukemia and I have always felt like God was making that up to my parents by giving me a charmed life. I know it doesn't really work that way, but it's kind of how I have MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-62084504165796468992008-02-12T06:41:00.000-08:002008-02-12T06:51:38.085-08:00Letter lamentIt is so great that the Boy is doing so well on his letters and can, sort of sound out words at three and a half. He's not quite read to read just yet, but I think that will come soon. He can always identify the first letter of a word that has been said if asked and can (with a little coaching) figure out what letters make up small words like mom, dad or cat. It is very exciting and I'm proud MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-8829527761605795932008-01-29T17:47:00.000-08:002008-01-29T19:57:21.917-08:00So am I the only girl who doesn't smell like flowers?One nice thing about being pregnant is the sense of community among the, um, afflicted. Gestators and those recently relieved of the condition readily dole out stories about strange physical behaviors of a body that is no longer controlled by our sentient brain. We also understand the financial burden of a wardrobe of elastic waistband pants can be substantial. Maternity clothes get passed MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-60374833039477964082008-01-28T15:30:00.000-08:002008-01-28T16:31:10.184-08:00Things are just good here right nowSo sorry to have been so absent. Things are really good and a bit busy here these days. Play groups, doctor appointments, general errands and the occasional illness have kept us busy and I've not been here telling you things lately. The boy is so big and fun. He plays on his own. He play well with others. He's potty trained (depending on your definition) and he has a personality that is allMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-80985904815651772492007-11-25T19:28:00.000-08:002007-11-27T16:33:42.734-08:00All Knocked Up and Nowhere to GoWell, I actually have plenty of places to go including a doctor appointment tomorrow afternoon. I only just remembered, so I'm glad of that. Yup, the boy is going to be a big brother sometime on (or likely before, if the past is any indication) June 7. That make me 12 weeks into my last pregnancy. Oh, yeah, this is it. When this baby is six and I'm talking about how much I miss a baby in theMamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-56253508662605618342007-11-22T19:52:00.000-08:002007-11-22T19:53:58.512-08:00Happy ThanksgivingI have some news but I'm too tired to tell you tonight. Plus I have a couple of people who need to know before I announce here...MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-25852669914555104762007-11-07T06:56:00.000-08:002007-11-07T07:11:49.588-08:00What happened to WantNot.net?So one of my favorite blogs, WantNot.net, has been gone for three or four days now. The page won't load at all. At first I was irritated and then became a bit worried... So I emailed the lovely Mir (also author of Would Coulds Shoulda) and, pretty thing that she is, wrote back right away.Bad, icky, loser service provider screwed her over. If you are looking for Mir, you can find her at http:/MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-17312374078961177132007-11-01T06:29:00.000-07:002007-11-01T06:36:41.905-07:00Accio Candy!Harry Potter hopes that you had a wonderful Halloween. We feel like this was the offical kick-off to the holidays. The weather was actually cool and lovely last night for trick-or-treating and we are looking forward to the coming couple of months.MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-67702170903256653842007-10-08T07:19:00.000-07:002007-10-08T19:20:16.247-07:00My poor childThe Boy had a really rough night after about 6 p.m. We had made a run to W@l-Mart and were getting bags out of the back of the car. The Boy climbed into the back hatch of the PT Cruiser and when he got out to come in the house, he burned his leg on the muffler. J couldn't figure out when was wrong and was more upset than the boy when I suggested the possible (and is seems the only reasonable) MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-75498486049497087892007-10-06T18:50:00.000-07:002007-10-06T18:57:45.796-07:00Holy molyIt's been a long, loooong time. Sorry about that. I was sucked in the abyss of crochet and and just now emerging a little. I'm a junkie and I admit it. This is short because my computer is about to run out of juice and I need to spend time with my hansome husband anyway. Today marks the 12 years since our first date. I'll leave you a photo of the Boy from our college Homecoming that we MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-32494814847428188142007-06-15T12:14:00.000-07:002007-06-15T12:48:35.628-07:00PerfectionI know that no one is perfect. Our bodies are inherently flawed and our learned behavior is only as good as that of our teachers and our own understanding of their instruction. That said, I think that each of us is perfect in our own way.I read this post over at (This) Girl's Gone Child the other day and it got me thinking about a theory of perfection that I have been mulling over since high MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-27246328974492997362007-06-08T18:17:00.000-07:002007-06-08T18:34:10.450-07:00I'm not proud of it, but I would probably do it againA week or so ago, I was mowing the lawn and was reminded that despite my comfortable little suburban neighborhood the following is still true: I live in the sticks. I'm listening to my iPod (Black Devil Car by Jamirquoi) and happily running the lawn mower over the side yard. I'm be-bopping behind my self-propelled machine when I see it squirming away in the grass. A snake.Really, I only MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11492361.post-49910201829847361742007-05-28T18:45:00.000-07:002007-05-28T19:01:57.375-07:00I'm such a lemmingI find myself sometimes taking on the interests of others. I'm up for anything fun or crafty, and if I have a friend who's learning something new, I'm liable to join right in. Case in point: Crochet.My friend and neighbor, pcosmama, mentioned that she was doing some crochet projects. Did I want to see? Well, of course! So pretty! So fun! Did I ever tell you one of my childhood frineds tried MamaChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17631440397774437809noreply@blogger.com7