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What a great guy. What a Champion! Who Dat!!

Someone very special to me is currently undergoing breast cancer surgery. The two things that I have always admired about her are her strength and her faith in God. I know those two things are going to carry her through the surgery and the recovery. I am asking for some of you out there to say a prayer on her behalf. I am praying for the surgeon's wisdom to remove all of the cancer. I am praying for her body to regain it's strength quickly. I am praying for special comfort for her soul that only the Holy Spirit can deliver.

Doppelganger

So I heard people on the radio talking about everyone posting their celebrity look-a-likes on FB. Well, since FB is blocked by NASA I decided to post it on the blog. I also saw this on a blog I like to read so I'm totally copying!

So, here we go... I have been accused of looking like several celebrities in my day. When I was alot younger, and Look Who's Talking was playing on the big screen, I was often told I looked like this person (only younger right?)...

So, maybe that won't be so bad to look like her in a few years. I just hope I can fight the poundage better than she did.

After that, I was told that I looked like none other than Clarissa (who explained it all). You may know her as Sabrina, The Teenage Witch.

I felt that I could move up in the world of celebrity look-a-likes since those 2 instances. So, when I was late teens/early 20's, people told me that I looked like this person and I am totally flattered...

I have to say that I probably look more like her Dawson Creek days when she was less glam and more frump...

This one I've heard a couple of times. When I was in LA on a business trip a very excited Asian lady asked me to take a photo with her... she thought I was the real thing! ha.

So, as far as look-a-likes go, I think most of mine have been somewhat complimentary. My look-a-like ego was getting too big I guess so I have been taken down a notch by the most recent celebrity comparison. Here it is...

Yes people, the other day I was told that I look like none other than the next Super Bowl winning team coach... da da da... Sean Payton!

So there it is... my Doppelganger history. Please feel free to share yours...

1.5

Yep, Lennox is finally 1.5 years old. Weird how 1.5 years can sound like such a short time but seem like such a long time.
So, this is going to be an obnoxious post so please spare yourself and skip past it if you don't care what my child has learned to do at 1.5 years old!

• Animal sounds he knows: cow, horse, goose, duck, cat, dog, skunk, owl, rooster (so cute), chicken, rhinocerus, elephant, crab, squirrel, alligator, shark, dolphin, spider, fox, fish, bird, bee, lion, bear, kangaroo, sheep, goat
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  Words he can say: mama, dada, meme, pop, papa, outside, yogi (sometimes yoyo), breakfast, eat, snack (nak), ci-fier (pacifier), no, yes, bath, bed, nap, rock-rock, pat-pat, nose, eye, hot, feet, shoes, pig, cow, cat, dog, spider, dinosaur, mule, duck, bird, elmo (melmo), ball, ball-ball (football), basketball (baket), Dora, cup, up, down, book, socks, dizzy, telephone, hey, bye, shoot (the ball), off, on, go, shirt, jenson, baby, brown, blue, white, green, slide, swing, sky, star, poo poo, peepee, stink, milk, juice, MINE (his favorite word), two, four, five, six. He can repeat so many words but these are words he uses often.


• What he can do: put on his socks, put on his shoes (boots, velcro shoes, not tied shoes), stand on one foot, hop (he's getting some air these days), gallop (sort of), play ring around the rosey, run-run-run, make a basket (he shoots but only makes it as a dunk!), draw & write very intently, reads alot... he loves to make the noises in Mr Brown Can Moo, he loves his shape sorter and says "nope" when he tries to put it in the wrong spot, he can do his wooden peg puzzles if I sit with him but he doesn't get them quite right on his own, we are working on colors but most of the time he says stuff is blue.


• We bought a potty seat and he sat on it but nothing happened. I just want him to get used to sitting on it. He tells me when he has poo-poo pretty consistently... not that I don't know from the stinkiness! I left the bathroom the day I got the potty seat and returned to see him soaked in toilet water and the potty seat in the toilet... awesome.


• He can count to six! ha. Ok, well, he can sort of help me count to six. He had qtips the other day and I said "one" and he said "two" then I said "three" and he said "pour, pive." Well, it was "pour" then "pive" then he did it again and said something that sounds like six. Apparently he's paying attention to Chloe's flashcards!! I have never heard him say one or three


• He is singing alot lately. I hear him humming and babbling to songs. I hope he has more rhythm than I do.


• Still his favorite toys are books and balls. He's loving that basketball goal.


• He still stops and listens to the theme of Golden Girls when it comes on. He loves Sesame Street and points the remote at the tv and says "STrreeeet" or "Melmo."


• He still has 8 teeth and those gums look like they are going to explode. I really hope the back teeth come in soon.


• Not much else has changed... he still sleeps by himself, naps 1 or 2 times a day, eats ok... still chewing up meat and spitting it out, drinks his milk pretty well... not crazy about it, loves baths, loves outside, loves dogs and cats, runs with his elbows up to his armpits... so cute,

where do you draw the line?

So disciplining and 18 month old is quite the challenge... where do you draw the line between laughing and punishing? Here are some examples for you:

• You're pushing your cart through WalMart (pre-nap time) and your 18 month old starts screaming for what is in your purse. You pull out a pacifier which he throws to the ground and yells "NO! Dat." Then you pull out a packet of snazzy "L" monogrammed kleenex... thanks Mel. He throws that across the isle, throws his head back, screaming like you punched him in the face. Then... he reaches for your hand and claws it.
• You give your child a bowl of "nak" and he sits nicely on his stool and eats it. From the other room, you hear him saying "uh oh." As you peek around the corner he is stomping his "nak" into the newly swept floor. I have tried to explain that "uh oh" is for accidents, not messes made on purpose.
• You tell him not to stand on the couch (5 times) and show him how to sit down. Then you say, "don't stand on the couch or you are going to get in trouble. Do you understand?" and he says "yes." YOu leave the room and hear a happy squeal and then an "uh oh." You peek around the corner just as he's standing up and squealing again... then he looks the other direction to make sure you aren't peeking around the wall in the direction you left from... AHHHH... what a stinker. I did have to pop his butt for that one. We have concrete floors. I don't need a broken head on my 18 month old.

Let me know what you would do... or what you have to deal with! it's amusing to me.

7 Things

So my friend Megain tagged me with this:

We all know I do not deserve any type of blog award but I'm bored so I figured I would play along. I am supposed to post 7 random things about myself. Here goes (beware- they are very random):

• Like Megan, who tagged me, I like numbers. I am really good with percentages. That’s probably because I am a lifelong Hudson’s shopper. Numbers also help me relax. My favorite place to relax is the shower and I figure out my budget in there, figure out how I can pay off notes sooner and then snowball payments for other things, balance my checking account in my head. Sometimes I have to write on the steamed up shower door to keep track! ha... does that make any sense to anyone out there?


• I often wear mismatched socks because I HATE folding/matching socks. It doesn't bother me that I might be wearing 2 different black socks or 2 different ankle socks. Winter is great for me because I can wear one ankle sock and one black sock with boots and no one will know! I do care that Jay puts Lennox in mismatched socks though. I don't want to look like a bad mom who doesn't buy her kid socks!


• I don't like to watch movies, especially sad ones. I think it comes down to the fact that I can't separate myself from other people's feelings. Is that too much empathy? sympathy? Anyway, I get too emotionally involved and I just can't get over it. Last weekend I did watch The Green Mile and then I watched Deliverence. I'm still losing sleep over what happened in those 2 movies. Most people can't understand how I feel. They tell me it's "just a movie" but the fact is that most movies are just captions of what really happened in someone's real life. I have my own problems... I don't want to deliberately take on the problems of strangers! Geez. That's why I hate movies.


• I am a dirty car person. That's not a secret to anyone who does now or ever has known me. I think it's genetic. My mom used to be a dirty car person and my sister is the queen of the dirty car. I just have an aversion to taking things about of my car when I pull into my driveway. I feel that it's my right to just jump out and go inside... that's why at any given time there could be 4 dirty food containers, 3 old sippy cups, 47 pieces of mail from weeks/months/years past, 5 empty coffee cups, etc. I’m not a dirty person, just a dirty car person.


• I hate routines. Megan said in her list that she loves them. I just don't. I don't get to work at the same time... EVER. My arrival ranges from 5 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. just depending on what I feel. We never eat at the same time at my house. Dinner might be ready at 5pm or 9pm. I can't stand the thought of buying the same groceries every week or doing the same chores or driving the same routes. I just don't like it. I feel oppressed in a routine. Maybe I am just disorganized and that's why I can't get into a routine so, in turn, I just decide that I don't like routines?! WHAT? I know. Anyway, having a kid has helped me some. I was initially the mom whose NB might take 5 naps a day or 2 long naps or no naps or whatever... you see what I'm saying. As he has gotten older though, I do try to give him some structure (I know that's good for kids) so he knows when it's time for naps or bed or dinner... I do think that my lack of routine has made my child very flexible. That's a good thing!


• The real reason I don't blog much is because I don't have internet at home! GASP... I know. Isn't that old school?! Well, here is the thing, we did try to get internet when we moved in. We have DirectTV and so we ordered the modem for the internet. Well, low and behold, we don't have DSL access in our area... isn't that the right term? Then, cable internet was the next option but Jay wouldn't give up the DirectTV so we couldn't bundle and that's like $60/month! HELLO... didn't I say we have a budget written on the shower door? Well, it doesn't include $60 for internet. Plus, I am on the computer all day at work so I don't really need it at home... except that Facebook,Yahoo,MySpace, and every other fun site (besides blogs) are blocked from work. Maybe I'll splurge one of these days.... ha ha


• Here is the last one... I have crazy dreams and I usually remember them when I wake up. At least a few nights a week, I am exhausted when I wake up because I've dreamed so much. I always dream that I'm still a waitress at Harveys and I am in the weeds like you wouldn't believe. I dream of putting in the computer codes for my orders and I dream them correctly... like 4-no, 52-lemon. Stuff like that... ha.

Anyone else who wants to play along, feel free... I'll be amused.

Playing at the park...