Friday, July 29, 2011

Confession: Volunteering

I confuse, I like the thought of volunteering. I don't have much time and I work two jobs. When I volunteer, I secretly hope that I won't be take up on my offer. I do this by making us (Rob, Hannabert, and I) as a volunteer package (in hopes that they won't want Hannabert) seem unattractive as possible as volunteers. So far, it hasn't worked to our advantage.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Invincible Grandparents

Do you remember when you were little and you thought that your grandparents were invincible?

We just got back from a trip to see my grandmother (Hannabert's Great Grandmother) in the Great North.  She was quite taken with Hannabert (not that I am biased, but who isn't?) and couldn't wait to hold him.

Unfortunately, she had recently fallen down a flight of stairs and had a set of broken ribs and a broken collar bone (opposite sides of the body).  I guess I never thought about my grandmother aging even though I have obviously grown up and gotten married.  I still see her as the grandmother with the acre of house garden, flower gardens, and the ability to make the best salad from fresh from the garden lettuce (she watched over me while I made the salad this time).

What struck me so much about this visit is how much she is still the very same person I remember from growing up.  It made me feel like I didn't spend enough time with her when I was little and I want to make sure that Hannabert does spend nice long weeks with his grandparents so that they can teach him all the neat things that they know.

On our last day of our visit, Grandma was able to hold Hannabert.  It made me realize how lucky I am to have a grandmother who is able to hold my child.

Internet Wanderings

I am uploading pictures to both Shutterfly and Snapfish while Rob handles Hannabert (who, according to my parents and who I believe are being truthful, only slept grand total of 4 hours the entire time we were at work) who is extremely tired.

I figured this was great time to upload pictures from our recent trip to Northern Minnesota and catch-up on some of the blogs that I follow. Then I started playing with the "next blog" button on blogger.  There are a lot of blogs on diabetes including some rather scary blogs about being diabetic and delivering at home in a pool.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


My parents are watching Hannabert today.  I have only called once.  I got worried that he fell asleep in the car and they forgot him outside.  I called under the guise of seeing if he had napped.  Yes, my parents successfully raised three children from infantdom to adulthood.  No permanent scars from them (Bekah did hit me with a shovel one winter and I bear the scar of it on my lip.) but I still had to call and make sure.