May 26, 2009
We didn't do anything special at all for the weekend. We picked up my sister, who has Down's Syndrome, for the weekend. We don't always have her stay with us during the Memorial weekend. Sometimes she has plans with others where she lives & wants to be there instead. It does kind of make it nice, because then we can do what we want as a family without having to figure out how to accommodate my sister's "needs" with her medications & breathing machine, etc.... She's not much trouble really, but I'm just not used to having to worry about some else's med schedule. I'm just not a very good hostess, I guess. I'm not used to it, since we rarely have visitors & we didn't when I was growing up either, so I never was taught how be with guests. I do alright, but my husband is much better at it. It's also weird for me to treat my sister as a guest. She's my sister that I lived with & helped take care of for 18 years.
Anyway, my sister's staff manager just had a baby boy on Thursday. I wanted to make her a small scrapbook of her baby's first year with a page for each month. It's not a fancy book, but I was pleased with how it turned out. She's not a scrapbooker, so she might appreciate it a little more than an avid scrapbooker might. I only had a week to work on it, plus I made a matching card to give with it & I even covered the book itself with flocked paper.
Here are the pics of it (the last photo is of the card & if you click on a pic, it will show you a larger detailed version):
Have a great day & God bless!!
May 17, 2009
I came across this poem on Cosmo Cricket's blog today & just HAD to post it here. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry, but most of all, it will make you glad that you're a mom (if you are) & it will make you appreciate your own mom (hopefully).
This poem was read in my church today, and I loved it and just wanted to share. Have a happy Mother's Day!!
For All Us Moms Out There
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
For the mothers who walk around the house all night with their babies when they keep crying and won't stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And for all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at baseball games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up......right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
~ Author Unknown ~