About a week ago, i would not have been able to type the following, and i haven't passed it by Ron on whether or not we should make it 'public,' but i trust just about every good parent has had the following happen to them, and i'm A GOOD MOM, so here it goes:
I let Sam fall off his diaper table on my watch.
I had run to the kitchen for a second (he was strapped to the table, letting his diaper-rashed butt air dry) and next i knew, a loud BOOM. I turn; he's on the floor. Wailing, of course.
I just about puked, i was so scared, my hands were shaking violently as i picked him up. Let it be known now, at this point into my story, that he is fine. He was actually fine no more than 15 min later, after he finished his sniffling. Spare me the reprimanding, because even though i let it happen, and i feel horrible about it, i
KNOW one never leaves a baby unattended. For the record, he did not roll off the side; he pushed himself up lengthwise from under the "safety strap." How come i didn't see that coming? Ugh.
So you think that's bad enough? Just
FOUR DAYS LATER, i was rocking in the chair on the porch,
feeding him (on an amazingly warm and gorgeously sunny April day), and i hear some very faint cracking sounds. One here. One there. I find it odd, but i keep rocking. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two: CRAAACK - - the chair breaks (every overweight person's nightmare!), and both Sam and i go tumbling down, he, again,
landing on his head, though this fall was cushioned a majority of the way down by me. He was fine in about 18 seconds, and this time, i felt like a 'seasoned mom,' quite familiar with tumbles and falls.
Poor Sam. Needless to say, i'm breaking him in rather "nicely." He hasn't decided to hold any grudges, which is cool, because i'd really miss his awesome little smile.
The ladies at work made me feel better by sharing their own horror stories, one including an 8 mo old that tumbled down a whole flight of stairs, only to land at the bottom cooing.
For another record: the chair that i broke was old, weather-beaten wood from sitting on our porch unpainted or tended to for 6+ summers and winters. That is not to mask the fact that i need to lose weight, this i know. God.
Here are two recent projects I've done for Wegmans.
, i have no idea how effective the sign is - i personally think it is too high up for customers to even notice, not to mention it seems a little SELF-EXPLANATORY. One goes to the counter for service. But anyhoo - job security!
so i dug out some pastel chalk that my coworker uses on very rare occasion. The first end result did not please me and so i tossed in some thick black lines for drama. VOILA! The outcome really pleased me and its gotten a few compliments. I don't consider pastels a medium i'm good with, but in a rough Parisian kinda way (ha!), i guess i can pull it off.
About a month ago, we got a letter from the City stating that we had a water line leak on our property and we had to replace it within 10 days. After getting some estimates, we found a guy, and got the work done. So much for the remainder of the big tax refund we got this year. I was hoping i could drag those pennies out thru at least July.
Ron began building his treehouse out behind the house next to the garage! The wood he is using is all found and/or salvaged. He also wants to incorporate some old doors that he's acquired both from around our house and the houses of others' in our neighborhood 
(with their permission, of course). It's got a ways to go, but it's fun for me to watch the progression, not to mention Ron really enjoys getting out there and putting his creative talents to use. It's awesome that the warm sunny weather has finally arrived. I'm not sure if this is going to be a "Boyz Only" pad, but i'll try to gain admission with my charm. Hehe :-)
I just about puked, i was so scared, my hands were shaking violently as i picked him up. Let it be known now, at this point into my story, that he is fine. He was actually fine no more than 15 min later, after he finished his sniffling. Spare me the reprimanding, because even though i let it happen, and i feel horrible about it, i KNOW one never leaves a baby unattended. For the record, he did not roll off the side; he pushed himself up lengthwise from under the "safety strap." How come i didn't see that coming? Ugh.
feeding him (on an amazingly warm and gorgeously sunny April day), and i hear some very faint cracking sounds. One here. One there. I find it odd, but i keep rocking. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two: CRAAACK - - the chair breaks (every overweight person's nightmare!), and both Sam and i go tumbling down, he, again, landing on his head, though this fall was cushioned a majority of the way down by me. He was fine in about 18 seconds, and this time, i felt like a 'seasoned mom,' quite familiar with tumbles and falls.
Ron's mom, Shirley, has a wonderful time creating knitted FASHIONS for Samson. The first one here i like to call "Little Bunny Butthead" - LOVINGLY of course - because the top looks like - well - a bunny butt! It's cute. I think he looks a little bit like a girl in this pom pom jacket, but its still fun. I also like the tan duo, and i call Sam "The Thug" with this one. Just look at the menacing face he's making, as if to say "hand over the candy lady, and no one gets hurt!" Hehehe....
Ron picked up this puzzle at a local Salvation Army recently. I get a kick out of him doing this, because for years, i figured that picking up a puzzle at the Sal Val would only prove missing that LAST FINAL PIECE just as i was finishing it. This has never actually happened to me, but - ya know. This was not the case with this puzzle, and we finished it successfully! At first, i had nothing to do with helping him, as it seemed IMPOSSIBLE to do. Sure enough, over time, i found my eyes lingering on it as i walked by, then sitting down to place ONE PIECE, 
then sitting down for over an hour to place as many as i could. Right now, there is an even IMPOSSIBLER puzzle in the same spot on our kitchen table. Its a photo mosaic. Its an image of the whole Simpson family comprised of a TON of tiny images from Simpsons' shows. Well - don't worry - i'll take a picture of that one completed and post it when ***RON*** finishes it. I have no desire (at least yet) to help him with that one. I'm blind enough as it is.