A Random Assortment of Nothing Really

I usually create blog posts based around pictures I take, and since I have not picked up my camera in about a week, I have no new pictures of my precious lambs to share. But even without pictures, there can be a post. Here's a little bit of what's going on in the Nash house right now, in list form to make it more reader friendly.

-When it comes to sewing, I have become a woman obsessed. I have made several really cute things for my girls, and have spent way too much time browsing fabrics and patterns online and sewing when I should be sleeping. Or doing laundry. Or other chores. I justify it by telling myself that I have not spent one cent at Gymboree in 2010, which is just a huge miracle with two girls. I may try to get some pictures taken of a few of my recent creations and do a post on it.

-For about the past month I have been missing something big in my life. A material object, but it was important to me, and I had about decided it was gone for good, and I was just sick over it. It was one of my camera lenses, and was worth a couple hundred dollars. Back in March I bought a new lens for my camera that I have LOVED and have not taken off my camera since I got it. But when dance recital came back in May, I went looking for my zoom lens and could not find it. I am not one to easily lose things, especially things of value, and when I went to where I thought it was the day of dance recital, my heart sank. We turned this house upside down and inside out, and could not find it anywhere. I couldn't imagine where it could be, couldn't remember having left the house with it, but I had decided it wasn't here. Y'all, I have prayed a hundred prayers over that lens...I know God loves me and cares about the details of my life, and I knew He cared my lens was gone. And last night I found it. In a completely random place that I would have never looked, but something led me there. I could have cried! PTL for answered prayers, even for the minor things!

-Presley has been kind of yuck for a few days, nasty nose, runny eyes, kinda fussy, and today she started running fever, which I suspected might be because of ear infection. A trip to the doctor confirmed that, so I spent the rest of this afternoon holding, rocking, and loving on my sick girl. She obviously didn't feel good today, she was just kind of pitiful. And the doctor's appointment threw her schedule off a little, so she had a late nap, and a late afternoon bottle, and then supper. She didn't eat much, wasn't real interested, so I went ahead and bathed her and got her jammies on her. We went in her room to get the Tylenol, and what happened next will live with me until the day I die. She opened her mouth and projectile vomited for what seemed like five minutes, but in reality was probably about 5 seconds....it just kept coming out and coming out with no break...just a continuous stream of spew! It is, hands down, the biggest, nastiest mess I have EVER cleaned up in my four and a half years of parenting. She sprayed the carpet, the glider, the ottoman, the table and everything on it (picture frame, piggy bank, lamp), and me, but managed to not get one drop on her. All I can figure is it was a combination of a tummy that was too full and nausea from the ear trouble. I just hope it never happens again. It took quite an effort to get it all cleaned up. Did I mention she had green beans for supper, so it was a pea-soup color?

-We have officially cancelled our beach vacation, and I am just sick over it. The gulf coast beaches have become so special to us and I think my family would agree...it holds a lot of special memories and even if given the chance to go somewhere more exotic, there is nowhere I would rather go with the people I love to get sunburned. And even sadder than our vacation cancellation are the eleven human lives lost to this tragedy, not to mention the helpless animals, and the effect it is having on the fishermen and the people that depend on tourism to the coast. It's just such a heartbreaking situation on so many fronts. Damn BP.

-What is it about The Bachelor/Bachelorette series that is so addictive? I stayed away from this show for years, and then watched it again last season when it was The Bachelor-On the Wings of Love...every episode made me want to scratch my eyes out it was so stupid, but I couldn't quit. And now I'm getting sucked in again with this new Bachelorette, and it is even stupider/cheesier/more ridiculous than last season. It's on now in the background, and I keep stopping to watch this crap. Ugh!

-Matthew and Mattie are officially on summer vacation, and I could not be more jealous. Let me tell you, it is a practice in self discipline to have to get out of bed and go to work everyday while leaving these two yahoos at home to "play". Matthew is working a few mornings a week, but mostly they're spending their days swimming, or riding the four wheeler, or going to the park, or to the movies, or just lounging around and doing nothing. I am happy and blessed that my girls have a daddy like Matthew that wants and loves to spend time with them like this...he could be doing a thousand other things or working full time, but he cherishes these weeks off with Mattie. But, I am also jealous. There may need to be a career change in my future that involves summers off.

-On a related note, I think I have lost my first-born to her daddy for good. From the day Mattie was born, she was my girl. She loved her daddy, and had him wrapped securely around her finger, but she was a mama's girl at heart. This fall when Presley was born, our family dynamic started shifting. Matthew has always been very hands on, and with Mattie we had always pretty much split parenting duties down the middle, taking turns with baths, etc. But when Presley got here, he basically took over Mattie, while I took care of the majority of Presley's care. During those early post-partum weeks, Matthew bathed Mattie every night, got her ready for school every morning, took care of her meals, took her to school, etc. And even after we started coming out of the newborn craziness, and after I went back to work, we continued with a lot of this pattern. I lay out her clothes at night, and he still gets her dressed in the mornings, he still does most of her baths, while I do most of Presley's. He's learned how to do girl-hair pretty well, and has mastered the pony-tail. He still takes her to school three mornings a week during the school year. Add to that all the summertime fun they've been having together lately, and what I've ended up with now is a certifiable Daddy's Girl. Nothing wrong with that, I guess, and even if there were, there's nothing I could do about it. Those two are thick as thieves these days. He better stay away from my baby PK though...she's still mine for now : )

-Here's hoping I post something more interesting than this next time. Sorry for the randomness!