tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48052141903999834652024-03-05T16:54:57.423-06:00Happily Ever Hanna......but realistic, too! Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-52040029738579168022020-01-24T18:00:00.000-06:002020-01-24T18:00:12.939-06:00My Rear View Mirror<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Where does the time go? (I know, I know...That's the $1,000,000 question.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">It has been five and a half years since I last wrote here about our family of four (including our beloved dog, Solo, of course). Life happens, time flies, and here we are in 2020!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I love my rear view mirror (Is that weird?), and I've been thinking lately about all I've seen in it over the past nine years since Garrett was born. I probably spent those first several months with my eyes on him more than the road! (When he was a baby, car rides would consistently lull him to sleep, and they still have the occasional tendency to do so.) I remember exactly where we were when, at two or three years of age, he pointed out a school bus and said, "Skoo buss!", and exactly where we were when I caught his eyes and said, "Guess what, Buddy?". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">"What?", he replied. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">"I love you!", I said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">And my heart melted (for the thousandth time) when he repeated that exchange back to me with a big grin a few days later. "Guess what, Mommy?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">One of my favorite scenes in that mirror is Garrett singing along to the songs we hear on the radio.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">These days, the scene is either him watching a movie on a portable DVD player while we drive to visit grandparents or play baseball or whatever the destination might be or him looking out his window, sometimes pondering big things and other times nothing at all, on our way to school every morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">Before I know it, I won't see him in my rear view mirror because he'll be sitting beside me. <span style="font-family: "verdana";">And a few blinks after that, I'll be waiving to him as he drives away on his own. (Okay...SLOW DOWN, Erin.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">I don't express it nearly enough, but I love our life and all its scenes - rear view and otherwise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"></span><br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-44550174337876236982014-08-11T21:42:00.000-05:002014-08-11T21:42:17.179-05:00Small Farms & Local Foods Tour<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Earlier this summer, Nathan, Garrett, and I took advantage of an opportunity offered by our local farm bureau to tour three local farms - <a href="http://www.twinsilosfarmmonticello.com/" target="_blank">Twin Silos Farm</a>, <a href="http://www.cavenyfarm.com/" target="_blank">Caveny Farm</a>, and <a href="https://www.liebfarms.com/" target="_blank">Lieb Farms</a>. I heard about the tour from a fellow mom from The Moms' Group I belong to and was tickled about the opportunity! (Nathan wasn't nearly as "tickled", but he later admitted that he was glad I signed us up for it.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Enough people (of all ages) to fill a chartered bus signed up for the tour. The first stop on our tour was at Twin Silos Farm. (I <em>must </em>give props to the driver who successfully maneuvered our large bus along the hilly, winding roads to this and the other stops. There were a couple of women who showed up at the first farm soon after our bus arrived. They had gotten lost on their way to the departure site but saw a bus that didn't quite fit in along the hilly, winding roads and decided to follow it.) The owners of Twin Silos Farm, an organic pumpkin, vegetable, fruit, and berry farm, told our group the story of how they came to own the farm and then let us walk among the rows of berries, herbs, vegetables, flowers, and more. Raspberries straight from the bush? Yes, please!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The next stop was at Caveny Farm where Bourbon Red turkeys are raised. After a brief presentation by Mr. Caveny, we were encouraged to explore a bit. What I noticed first (or maybe second, after the aroma) was the chorus of hundreds of turkeys. They live in triangular coops that are moved every few days to allow new grass to grow under where they had previously trod. Oh, and if you've never heard Nathan and Garrett sing "The Turkey Song", you've missed out!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The third and final stop on the tour was at Lieb Farms, which is not far from where we live. In addition to corn and soybean production, the Liebs raise bison. We've driven by many times and stopped to watch the bison roam and graze. This stop was, by far, Garrett's favorite because he got to climb up into several tractors - even a combine! If you look closely, you can see from his lips that he's making tractor sounds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After our third stop, we returned to the farm bureau's facility for a luncheon that included products from each of the farms - fresh fruits and vegetables, turkey salad wraps, and bison meatballs, among other delicious creations. This was a neat alternative to our typical Saturday morning, and we learned a lot about these great farms that I intend to support in the future. If you're in the Piatt County area, check them out!</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-26817754330766032792014-03-06T14:15:00.000-06:002014-03-06T14:15:32.013-06:00G-a-r-r-e-t-t<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">First bath...first smile...first tooth...first step...first haircut...first word...first trip to the zoo...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The first few years of our lives are full of many, well, "firsts". Most of them are celebrated in one way or another, privately or publicly. (We have yet to take Garrett to the ER for the first time, but trust me, there won't be any celebrating going on if that happens.) Some firsts we have time to prepare for, and others sneak up on us when there's no camera within reach to capture them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Our children's firsts become somewhat scarce after they've had two or three birthdays. That doesn't mean there's little to look forward to, however. While I occasionally find myself wishing my preschooler (What? When did <em>that </em>happen?!) could be a sack-o'-potatoes-sized baby again, he says something or does something or creates something that brings me right back to <em>this</em> moment, <em>this</em> time in his life that will go by just as quickly as (or quicker than) his first three years have gone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-12540150195242442692014-03-02T14:06:00.001-06:002014-03-02T14:06:31.949-06:00Happy 110th birthday, Dr. Seuss!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yesterday, Garrett and I joined several other kids and parents at our local library to celebrate what would have been Dr. Seuss' 110th birthday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The party began with the children's librarian, Cara, reading "Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?" to everyone. A puppet show followed, and then we made our own puppet, pieced together some giant puzzles on the floor, tried to pin The Hat on The Cat, and enjoyed some cookies and punch. (And what outing with a 3-year-old would be complete without that 3-year-old attempting to open the emergency exit while his mother colored and cut out the parts for the puppet he wanted to make?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My earliest memories of Dr. Seuss involved the tradition in our family of reading "How The Grinch Stole Christmas!" at Christmas time and the copy my Grandparents Horton had of...wait for it..."Horton Hears A Who!". Fast forward to 2010 when some of my wonderful friends threw me a Dr. Seuss-themed baby shower. My friend, Shelby, sent me "Oh, Baby, the Places You'll Go!" to read to my pregnant belly, and I passed it along to my cousin, Alice, to ready to her pregnant belly. Garrett's book collection includes several board books that I intend to hang onto and read to his children some day. There are still so many that we haven't discovered yet! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">If you were one of <a href="http://www.seussville.com/#/characters" target="_blank">Dr. Seuss' characters</a>, which one would you be?</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-432255350649159522013-05-27T19:16:00.000-05:002013-05-27T19:16:16.537-05:00How To Board An Airplane<div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Nathan recently made his annual work-related trip to Birmingham, Alabama, or "Alabamba", as Garrett calls it. The following conversation took place between Garrett and me on our 3-minute commute home from Ducky Day Care one evening last week:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Where's my Alabamba?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Alabama? That's where Daddy went for work a few weeks ago. Remember? It's so far away that he had to ride in an airplane to get there. Would you like to ride in an airplane some day?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"No."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Why not, Buddy?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"...because I climb the tree...climb on the cloud...up on the airplane...and I slip!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I saw in the rear view mirror that he was gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Oh, how I wish I had a recording of this conversation!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Buddy, that's not how you get on an airplane. You get in while it's on the ground, and then, after everybody gets buckled in, the pilot drives really fast down the runway, and then the plane goes up in the air."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think Garrett accepted my explanation, but when Nathan, after hearing about our conversation, asked him if he wanted to ride in an airplane, his answer was still "No." Then Nathan, in his Daddy wisdom, told Garrett that, as long as he's Superman, he doesn't even need an airplane.</span><br />
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-18918555362854544702013-01-22T20:50:00.001-06:002013-01-22T20:50:23.008-06:00I hope I never forget...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">...the pure joy I see on Garrett's face when I walk into Ducky Day Care at the end of my work day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...Garrett's air guitar. (Picture a 2-year-old holding his right arm straight up into the air while his left hand tickles his right armpit.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...how much I enjoy rocking and reading to Garrett before putting him in bed. When I'm done reading, he says, "Sing songs." His favorite these days is "It's Time To Go To Sleep", sung to the tune of "The Farmer In The Dell".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...that, when he's ready to end a telephone conversation with any of his grandparents, he hugs and kisses the phone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...the image of my husband running around on a stick horse to amuse Garrett.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...any of the things he does to amuse Garrett, for that matter!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...his current fascination with "The Wizard of Oz". Every. Single. Day. He repeatedly asks, "Where's the 'weeitch'?" or "Where's the Wizard 'uh boz'?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...that, the morning of Christmas, packing peanuts were more entertaining than any of the toys they may have once protected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...for the foundation that sixty years of marriage between Grandma and Grandpa Horton has created.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...for a blond two-year-old who went with the flow of later-than-normal bedtimes, his first stay in a hotel, and sharing his Papa Mark with Stan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...for whiskey-glazed carrots. (Thanks, Alice!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...for returning home again.</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-32158806781691221412012-10-01T17:55:00.001-05:002012-10-01T17:55:49.906-05:00...and just like that... (Version 2.0)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our household is now occupied by a 2-year-old!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We celebrated Garrett's 2nd birthday last Saturday with a house full (well, not as full as <a href="http://happilyeverhanna.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-just-like-that.html" target="_blank">last year</a>) of doting grandparents, aunts, uncles, a cousin, and dogs. However, our celebration wasn't limited to Saturday. I picked Garrett up from Ducky a little earlier than usual on Thursday to take him to Dairy Queen for a pre-birthday treat, an M&Ms Blizzard. (What? How dare you accuse me of using my precious son's birthday as an excuse to get my DQ fix?) My mom, a.k.a. "Grandma Friday", a.k.a. Garrett's personal photographer for the weekend, arrived late Thursday evening. She, The Birthday Boy, and I found some bargains Friday morning at some of Monticello's rummage sales - a $5.00 tricycle, some Elmo slippers that Garrett didn't take off until several hours later, and some other fun stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">As for Garrett's actual birthday party, no Pinterest-worthy decorations were necessary. The best decorations were the love and laughter that filled our home for a few hours Saturday evening. And what kind of mom would I be if I didn't encourage my son to paint his face with blue icing?</span><br />
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Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-23751822364295667002012-09-12T13:45:00.000-05:002012-09-12T13:45:34.590-05:00"Zee-bah?"<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Last Saturday, we met 3/5 of the Losher family - Sam, Annabelle, and Elaina - at <a href="http://4.17.232.139/parks/Miller-Park-Zoo/about-the-zoo.htm" target="_blank">Miller Park Zoo</a> in Bloomington. It is the third park Garrett has visited this year. On our way there, one of us asked Garrett what kind of animals he thought we'd see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">(Oh, my heart. There you go again.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Well, there were no zebras this time, but we <em>did </em>get to pet some goats under the watchful eye of The Alpha Male, see a kangaroo with a joey in her pouch, laugh at some singing dogs, and see some frogs publicly displaying their affection for each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would normally be "working outside the home" today, but Garrett has croup, so I got to have the day "off". Until next time...</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-70627549147431509022012-08-10T21:52:00.000-05:002012-08-10T21:52:39.521-05:00From My Heart<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's probably no surprise to any of you that motherhood has, for me, been an incredible experience, and "incredible" probably isn't an adequate adjective. I remain on the fence about whether or not to try to add to our family of three. (Nathan will tell you he's comfortable on this side of that fence, but he also said that on the other side of the fence we named "Garrett".) I know that climbing over the fence I'm sitting on involves a <em>whole </em>lot more than merely <em>wanting </em>to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lately, I've struggled with the temptation to diminish my experience as a mother because there obviously isn't as much to juggle as if we had another child. I wonder if I'll ever be able to <em>really </em>relate to my friends who have two or more children. I imagine other moms - none in particular - looking at my life and thinking, "She has <em>no </em>idea. One child? That's a walk in the park!" While there's certainly truth to that - our job as Garrett's parents has been relatively easy so far - we'll never again <em>not </em>be his parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I suppose I'm seeking some encouragement. Can anyone relate?</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-73994621765457032012012-06-13T21:37:00.000-05:002012-06-13T21:37:17.322-05:00Garrett Meets Madison<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last weekend's trip to the Riddles' in Madison was Garrett's first. We hadn't seen Mike, Karyn, Owen, and Elliot since <a href="http://www.happilyeverhanna.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-garrett.html" target="_blank">last September</a> when we met them in Peoria. We had planned on driving to Madison Saturday morning, but Mike talked us into heading their way Friday night. We expected Garrett to sleep most of the way there since we were in the car for more than three hours past his usual bed time, but Garrett had other plans. He <em>may </em>have slept 45 minutes during the entire four-hour journey, but aside from a few, brief fussing episodes, he was a happy traveler. Just when we thought he was drifting asleep, he'd point out the window and say what we understand as "BIG TRUCK!".</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Saturday, we went downtown to <a href="http://www.madisonchildrensmuseum.org/" target="_blank">Madison Children's Museum</a>. What a wonderful place! I could have easily spent an entire day there - by myself! I loved the quotes on the walls throughout the museum.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Love all children of all species for all time." -William McDonough</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Garrett's favorite exhibit was the water dome in The Wildernest, an area designed for children up to five years of age.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sunday, we went to <a href="http://www.vilaszoo.org/" target="_blank">Henry Vilas Zoo</a> - another first for Garrett. We got to see a polar bear, a grizzly bear, prairie dogs, bison, otters, flamingos, giraffes (my favorite!), camels, and much more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After wandering around the zoo for a couple of hours, we enjoyed a delicious lunch nearby at ZuZu Cafe, where Garrett 'painted' his face with the peanut butter from his sandwich. (Yes, that's Nathan using a potato chip to scrape some of it off!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Between our excursions to the museum and the zoo, we <em>thoroughly</em> enjoyed hanging out with Mike and Karyn, watching our boys play happily together, playing Catch Phrase and Family Feud after the kids went to bed, and reaping the benefits of the Riddles' expert hospitality.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We're back to our reality now, which really isn't bad at all. Looking forward to this Fathers' Day weekend!</span><br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-35622482794822170922012-05-31T21:16:00.000-05:002012-05-31T21:16:41.226-05:00Say what you will...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...but I <em>love </em>Richard Marx's music! If you've never heard "Angel's Lullaby", I encourage you to take a few minutes to read the lyrics below and then listen to this beautiful song.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>I was never alive<br />'til the day I was blessed with you.<br />When I hold you late at night,<br />I know what I was put here to do.<br />I turn off the world and listen to you sigh,<br />and I will sing my Angel's Lullaby.<br /><br />Know I'm forever near-<br />the one you can always call.<br />Right now all you know to fear<br />are the shadows on your wall.<br />I'm here, close enough,<br />to kiss the tears you cry,<br />and I will sing my Angel's Lullaby.<br /><br />So tell me how to stop the years from racing.<br />Is there a secret someone knows?<br />I'll never catch all the memories I'm chasing.<br />I'll never be ready to let go.<br /><br />And when the world seems cold,<br />and you feel that all of your strength is gone,<br />there may be one tiny voice-<br />your reason to carry on.<br />And when I'm not close enough<br />to kiss the tears you cry,<br />you will sing your Angel's Lullaby.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(To listen to this song, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izrPq9KFa2U" target="_blank">here</a>.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The more we repeated this routine</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, the more I thought about what I hope Garrett will learn throughout his life about <em>real</em> treasure. <em>Real</em> treasure is not found in a treasure chest. In fact, for most of us, <em>real </em>treasure isn't tangible at all.</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Luke 12:34 (NIV) </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nathan spent most of this morning assembling the Deluxe Farm Train Set Garrett received as a Christmas present from his Grammy and Grandpa Mark last year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Actually, Nathan might not appreciate me telling you it took most of the morning. It <em>really</em> only took about an hour.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wish I knew how many thousands of dollars we've saved over the last eight years by not hiring someone to paint, install flooring, landscape, or do many other things that Nathan has become so good at doing himself. He gets an idea, gets my approval (Ha!), spends lots of time researching options, finds good deals, and gets the job done. For that I am grateful!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">This project probably took half the time it would have if Garrett and I had been home. Instead, we spent the Easter weekend with Mom and Mark at their home in Lima, OH. Garrett was an excellent traveler! The drive to Mom's takes about 5 hours, and we only stopped once on the way there and once on the way back! However, I don't think I'll press my luck and plan a 10-hour trip any time soon. Garrett learned the word "kitty" while we were there and got lots of lovin' from some grandparents who were tickled to have us with them for a few days. You can read about Mom's perspective on being a grandparent and see some great pictures she took by clicking <a href="http://tischd.blogspot.com/2012/04/how-to-refocus-your-life.html" target="_blank">here</a>. (See "How to refocus your life....".)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">What's your latest DIY project? I'd love to hear about it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sandy and Howard came to Monticello to pick Garrett up Saturday morning. As they loaded Garrett's things into their trunk and installed his car seat, Sandy said, "It's a good thing you don't have twins!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Nathan and I did our own things for most of the day. He went to Champaign to pick up the bamboo flooring that he's going to lay in our living and dining rooms this weekend, mowed the yard, and did some other things around the house. I went to a prayer vigil, took my time making a grocery list and going to the grocery store, and enjoyed eating when <em>I </em>wanted to. That evening, we cooked dinner together, ate in front of the TV, took a post-dusk walk, hand in hand, to Dairy Queen, and took our time enjoying our treats - Nathan's hot fudge shake and my Peanut Butter Bash. (That's my new favorite, by the way. Move over, Peanut Buster Parfait.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We had lunch in Champaign Sunday before heading to Danville to fetch Garrett, and when I called Sandy to let her know we were on our way, she said Garrett missed us. (Cue the breaking of this mommy's heart.) At nap time, he stood at the edge of his Pack & Play saying, "Mommy...Daddy...". Howard rocked him to sleep, and he slept for an hour in his Papa's arms. Over all, I know a good time was had by all. Garrett and the girls next door got to hunt for Easter eggs, Garrett got to spend some quality time with his grandparents, including Great Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Rick, and Nathan and I were reminded of the importance of time spent with each other. We topped off the weekend with a trip to Bismarck to visit with Grandpa Rick and Leona some more. There, Garrett enjoyed playing in the dirt and giving us 'gifts' of rocks and sticks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We are blessed indeed! Thanks, Nonnie and Papa!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">After our typical Tuesday trip to the library for Baby Lap Time, Garrett and I headed to Champaign to get a few things at Walmart and to eat lunch at Bob Evans. Our waitress brought the milk I had ordered for Garrett in a cup with a curly straw poking up through its lid. Garrett's expression said, "That's the coolest thing ever, Mom!" (I think it was the first time he'd ever used a straw.) As we waited for our food, he colored with the orange and blue crayons he'd been given between 100 sips of milk from the cup with the curly straw. Soon, my lunch and Garrett's grilled cheese sandwich and fresh fruit were delivered to our table. Garrett had a minor meltdown when I insisted-without giving in to his crying (Go, me!)-that he eat one grilled cheese sandwich triangle before eating more grapes. We made it through his meltdown without attracting too much attention from the other patrons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Here's where that MOMent <em>really</em> begins...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Garrett leaned forward to reach something, and his face turned red. I knew right away that he was pooping. We both still had quite a bit of lunch to eat, and I had a feeling he wasn't...um...done, so I decided I'd wait to head to the bathroom to change his diaper until we were finished eating. At one point, I asked our waitress if I could pay her. She said I should pay at the counter. I told her I needed to change Garrett's diaper and that I'd pay after that. (I didn't want her to think we had dined and dashed.) By now, it was apparent to my sense of smell that Garrett had really done a number in his size 4 Pamper. As we gathered our things and headed toward the bathroom, I heard one gentleman say, "Boy, he sure has some blue eyes!", and I <em>swear </em>that, as we passed their table, the other guy with him said, "...but he sure does stink!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It was bad. Up-the-back, almost-ran-out-of-wipes, threw-his-onesie-away-when-we-got-home BAD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">To top it off, after hearing some...<em>ahem</em>...sounds coming from the other stall, I heard its occupant utter an expletive. Seconds later, she asked if I would please hand her some toilet paper. (We've all been there, right?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The moral of this MOMent is: If you take your 18-month-old to Bob Evans for lunch, request the table closest to the bathroom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">:-)</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-49192886915599379022012-03-18T15:52:00.001-05:002012-03-18T15:53:18.765-05:00Hearts at Home 2012<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I spent Friday evening and most of Saturday at Hearts at Home's National Conference on the campus of Illinois State University. This was my first time attending this annual event, and let me tell you - I cannot <em>wait </em>to go again next year!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I took Friday afternoon off, and my dear friend, Stephanie, picked me up around 1:30. Our first stop was the mall in Bloomington where we took our time to browse, eat ice cream, sit and chat, and browse some more - all rare occurrences when you're the mother of young children! We met three other moms for dinner at <a href="http://www.medicinormal.com/" target="_blank">Medici</a>, and then the five of us headed to Moms' Night Out where we laughed until our faces hurt. Part of the entertainment was provided by Carl, Matt, and Mike of <a href="http://www.321improv.com/home/" target="_blank">321 Improv</a>. Talk about good, clean fun! (If you ever have a chance to see their show, do it. You won't be disappointed.) A friend's parents offered to put us up for the night and even cooked breakfast for us Saturday morning. I won't soon forget their eager hospitality.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Friday night was the first night I had ever spent away from Garrett. (Obviously, I survived!)</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What I took away from this weekend is that we, on our own, don't have what it takes to accomplish what we've been called to do - as mothers, as fathers, as wives, as husbands...as <em>people</em>. We must draw strength from God for the journey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">...and there's no such thing as a perfect mom. (Whew.)</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-34813344040773666162012-03-02T21:49:00.000-06:002012-03-02T21:49:07.679-06:00Catching Up<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We don't sit still very much these days. At least not when Garrett's awake. On any given day in our house, you'll hear one or all of the following:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Garrett, we don't stand in chairs. Sit down, please."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Put Solo's food back in his bowl."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"That's garbage, Garrett. We don't play with garbage."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">"Please don't bite anyone today."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Well, you won't hear that last one on <em>any </em>given day. Just this week. When I pick Garrett up from Ducky Day Care, his teacher gives me a piece of paper with "Your Little Ladybug's Day" across the top. On Wednesday's she reported, "He tried to bite friends several times today. He did not seem to be angry at the time, they were just in front of him." (He just needs to learn to give closed-mouth kisses!) One of the other Little Ladybugs, Ava, kissed Garrett as soon as he arrived the other day, and he immediately started clapping!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">In a few years, Garrett probably won't want Ava to see this picture:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Solo has taught Garrett how to play fetch.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In an attempt to gain energy to keep up with our busy 17-month-old, I've officially begun training for that 5K I resolved to run this spring.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm <em>really </em>looking forward to attending my first <a href="http://www.hearts-at-home.org/" target="_blank">Hearts at Home</a> conference in a couple weeks with my dear friend and fellow mom, Stephanie.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hope y'all have a great weekend!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-45833820157332557902012-02-15T19:51:00.004-06:002012-02-15T19:52:35.600-06:00What toast?<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was running late this morning. When we'd normally be heading out the door, I was putting bread in the toaster for Garrett. The toast popped up, I spread some peanut butter on it, and then I gave it to him to eat. As I gathered my things, I looked at Garrett and reminded him, "Eat your breakfast, Buddy." After I got our coats out of the closet, I again looked at him. "Come on, Garrett. Eat your breakfast. It's time to go to 'school'." I poured myself some coffee, and when I turned around again, he was stuffing his peanut buttered toast down into his seat where he thought I wouldn't see it. Written all over his face, which by now was painted with peanut butter, were the words, "What toast?" After we giggled together, I haphazardly wiped the peanut butter off his clothes, hoping none of the other Little Ladybugs at Ducky Day Care have severe peanut allergies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">How was your day?</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-14311943476159270732012-02-09T09:23:00.003-06:002012-02-09T12:15:31.157-06:00All Out A Cappella<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last Saturday, Nathan and I ventured to Tolono, IL, for the 7th annual a cappella concert to benefit Unity Music Boosters - All Out A Cappella. What a <em>great </em>concert! Seven groups performed - <a href="http://otherguys.org/wp/">The Other Guys</a>, <a href="http://nocommentacappella.com/NoCo/Home/Home.html">No Comment</a>, <a href="http://xtensionchords.com/">Xtension Chords</a>, <a href="http://illinoisripchords.wordpress.com/">RipChords</a>, Prairie Blend, Surreal Sound, and Vocal Rush. My favorite group was The Other Guys, but my favorite performance of the evening was Surreal Sound's rendition of "Songbird" by Eva Cassidy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ah...good, clean fun. Thanks, Dad & Leona, for entertaining Garrett and Solo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Nathan gets to plan our next date.</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-62787958904596337402012-02-02T22:32:00.000-06:002012-02-02T22:32:23.761-06:00Toddlers, don't try this at home.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You'll either want to lay down to watch this video or rotate your monitor. Sorry 'bout that. It's just too cute not to share!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you might guess, Garrett is keeping us on our toes! His personality is emerging more and more every day. He's learning some animal sounds; he knows what dogs and cows "say"! Our Tuesday visits to the library include songs with motions, and he's beginning to do them on his own, anticipating what motions come next in each song. Basically, he's the smartest 16-month-old we know! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-40253577845647278472012-01-23T13:46:00.000-06:002012-01-23T13:46:23.357-06:00BlackDogDoubleDate<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We're one for one in Our Dating Game! (Don't know what I'm talking about? Check out my goals for 2012 <a href="http://happilyeverhanna.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-official-garrett-is-perfect.html">here</a>.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Last Sunday, we left Garrett with Grandpa Mark & Grammy (the Forsyth variety) and met our friends, Jenn & Jamie, at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/BlackDogSmokeAndAleHouse">Black Dog Smoke & Ale House</a> in Urbana. (In November, 2010, Nathan and I went to Black Dog for our first post-partum date, but there were Illinois football <em>and </em>basketball games in C-U that day. Needless to say, Black Dog was PACKED, and we'd have had to wait for quite a while. We headed to Outback instead.) Anyway...the food at Black Dog was <strike>delicious</strike> DELICIOUS. If you live in the C-U area and haven't been there, go. If you've been there, go again. If you come visit us, beg us to take you there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Next month's date: <a href="http://unitymusicboosters.org/">All Out A Cappella</a>. We've already bought our tickets to the Early Show, which, according to Uncle Todd, is for "old codgers". I'm okay with that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Any ideas for the remaining 10 months of this year?</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-60529684031177969342012-01-12T21:56:00.000-06:002012-01-12T21:56:24.431-06:00It's official! Garrett is "perfect".<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His doctor said so! (We already knew, of course.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took Garrett to Christie Clinic for his 15-month checkup on Monday. (Wasn't he <em>just </em>born?) He is now 33" tall (92nd percentile) and weighs 23 lbs. and 3 ounces (29th percentile). Dr. Palazzolo said his ears looked perfect and his lungs sounded...wait for it...perfect!</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His diaper this morning? Far from perfect. Ew.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">What are your goals for 2012? I have a few:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">-Participate in (preferably by running) and complete the <a href="http://fatatthefinish.com/central-il-race-calendar/05-12-2012-kirby-derby-monticello-il/">Kirby Derby 5K</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">-Hire a Garrett-sitter once each month so Nathan and I can go out on dates</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">-Be more intentional about celebrating the birthdays of those closest to me</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ever heard the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyjssB13U80&feature=related">Winter Snow</a></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">? If you have 3 minutes and 51 seconds, listen. It's lovely.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Good night!</span></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4805214190399983465.post-530509357946167072011-12-29T20:02:00.000-06:002011-12-29T20:02:09.809-06:00Oh, what fun it is to...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...help Solo tear up the wrapping paper!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...play with the blocks Grandpa made for me!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...compete with Solo for Grandma's attention!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(If you look closely at that last picture, you can see that Solo's smiling.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Christmas was lots of fun this year! We enjoyed the time we got to spend with our families, and <strike>Nathan</strike> Garrett got some really cool toys to play with.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks, Ryan & Chesli!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We're looking forward to a lot more fun in 2012. Stay tuned!</span>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963584752090444411noreply@blogger.com1