Monday, January 29, 2007

I have a new bicycle! I requested one for Christmas and I picked it out myself. I also bought a front bicycle seat for my toddler along with matching helmets. I'm in heaven!! Updated with a side mirror, I want to ride like the wind! I wish there were bike paths in my neighborhood so that I could ride safer, but I ride when there are few people out and when most are at work. I'm trying to convince my brother or my hubby to ride with me but so far, no takers. For now, it'll just be me, my toddler, and the numerous backhoes and lawnmowers to point out along the way!!

Thursday, January 25, 2007





My toddler got his first haircut yesterday!! He hates to get his hair combed or brushed, so we end up straightening his hair with our fingers every day. It's easier now that it's much shorter. My hubby took him to his barber and he sat there and was very cooperative and I was very impressed! It seems he's becoming a 'big boy!'

Saturday, January 13, 2007

As I sit here and check my email and read my favorite bloggings, I listen to the baby moniter. I can hear my toddler snore. It's the sound of the cutest little voice you've ever heard. I look forward to my 'alone' time so that I can catch up on little things in the evening and tend to try to forget him while he's sleeping. But just listening to the baby snore sound (btw, he's getting over a little cold) makes me smile.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

It's so hard to do the right thing sometimes. It's easy to differentiate whether it's the right thing or not, but following through can be difficult. A situation came up over the weekend regarding my daughter. Two of her friends and her were involved in a scheme and went somewhere and lied to each of the parents. We're talking...breaking municipal curfew, being passengers in a vehicle (who knows whether the driver was under the influence), being in a dangerous part of town, and being in a situation with guys where they were vulnerable. My daughter felt uncomfortable and called to be picked up. She was supposed to be at her friend's house. I took them both home.

(After two days of being sick, I was able to go do the right thing.) The hardest part was telling the parents. The look in the parents' eyes with disappointment and confusion. One dad said he had suspected it for a while (that the daughter was sneaking out) but had no proof. The other mom was in a panic and couldn't understand that her daughter had lied to her. It was so sad...

Yep, my daughter will be in the doghouse with her friends, and may them as friends, which may not be a bad thing. But, I feel secure in the knowledge that had I may have saved those lives and/or undue stress/trauma by telling their parents.

And in twenty years, when they are parents of teenagers, they'll hopefully remember this and thank me.
It's so hard to do the right thing sometimes. It's easy to differentiate whether it's the right thing or not, but following through can be difficult. A situation came up over the weekend regarding my daughter. Two of her friends and her were involved in a scheme and went somewhere and lied to each of the parents. We're talking...breaking municipal curfew, being passengers in a vehicle (who knows whether the driver was under the influence), being in a dangerous part of town, and being in a situation with guys where they were vulnerable. My daughter felt uncomfortable and called to be picked up. She was supposed to be at her friend's house. I took them both home.

(After two days of being sick, I was able to go do the right thing.) The hardest part was telling the parents. The look in the parents' eyes with disappointment and confusion. One dad said he had suspected it for a while (that the daughter was sneaking out) but had no proof. The other mom was in a panic and couldn't understand that her daughter had lied to her. It was so sad...

Yep, my daughter will be in the doghouse with her friends, and may them as friends, which may not be a bad thing. But, I feel secure in the knowledge that had I may have saved those lives and/or undue stress/trauma by telling their parents.

And in twenty years, when they are parents of teenagers, they'll hopefully remember this and thank me.