I think I have my boy...

we named him Lily.

We've always thought it'd be so fun to have a boy. In fact Jerry wants two of them. I am nervous to try for number 3 and then have to try for number 4, 5 and so on until we get those boys...and end up like the old lady in the shoe...only full of girls! So I am secretly hoping for twin boys on try number 3, if we even take that plunge. I think I just heard the thud of my mother falling off her chair.

Anyway, the pressure is off. I think we already have a boy. Lily is filling his shoes nicely.

Like today when she had a couple of friends over to play. They were all dolled up cute and sweet and Lily was just...well...all BOY. Playing rough, being bossy...totally threw a fit about me even running a comb through her hair. We played outside and when I ran in to get some snacks and drinks for them I peeked out the window and saw her swinging crazily from the swings in ways I'm sure weren't approved by our play system's manufacturer. Oh Lord, I thought.

But I continued making the snacks because it didn't seem as if the two sweet princesses were in any danger. So I gathered the bowls of raisins and gold fish, along with lemonades, and headed out the back door. Suddenly my bare foot landed on something cold and wet...surely this cute pink outfit that was sopping wet and laying on the ground didn't come off of my daughter!

Sure enough, I see a white flash which is my naked Lily scaling the climbing wall.

Apparently she had gotten the water hose, doused herself and Emma...while Mia had the good sense to run. I had grabbed the camera to get a picture of the trio earlier...I wasn't envisioning my child unclothed in the photo.


With today's high of 97 approaching, thankfully they dried quickly before their mothers learned of the incident. And I got Lily redressed before the doorbell rang.

I'm guessing this interest in water play stemmed from the taste she got of it at some fountains this weekend. We were enjoying the patio and some awesome weather this past Saturday at lunch.

There were kids playing in the fountains a few yards away, so Lily finished her meal and joined in the fun. At first she was just frolicking in and out...not getting soaked. She was so cute.

Next thing I know she is doing this.

Lily...I sure hope you aren't about to do what I think you are.


Oh, yep. She sure is.

Great. Sitting on the water. In her PULL-UP. Not a swimmer version mind you. I try not to parade our potty training saga on the blog too often, but isn't that sort of a boy issue too?

The sag. Oh the sag. Not a Kodak moment.

The silver lining...I did have a change of clothes in the car (for potty reasons, not water reasons) and Nestle Toll House had a patio where she could drip dry until we made it back to the car.

What's the saying? Boys will be boys or girls will be girls...or in our house, girls will be boys.
***I am on a quick (hopefully, at least) blogging break/potty training sabbatical. In the meantime, I'm posting some fun and some not so fun...okay, none of them were fun, potty training moments.***

This was originally posted May 19, 2008. Geez, I knew boys were harder to potty train, but this hard?

Please leave me a comment...I'll still be checking in and keeping up with your blogs too. I just need to refrain from posting right now...I don't need any more poop on my blog.

Finger Painting With Poo Poo

Warning: Although I promise not to post any pictures, this post is not for the fainthearted!

All I needed were some wipes...baby wipes. We had run out in Jade's room so I proceeded to Lily's room to retrieve the pack I had recently opened. It wasn't where I had left it. When I do find it and pick it up, it is completely empty. Hmmm....then I see a pile of used wipes next to Lily's bed. I decide to turn on the light for further investigation. They are truly used. I'm talking a full pack of 88 wipes! Most of them are covered with brown streaks. NO, Surely NOT, it COULDN'T be POO POO!!! Oh yuck. Then I start to smell it. I pull back her comforter and a TURD rolls out. OMGosh! LILY! LILY! Get yourself up here RIGHT NOW! For some reason she doesn't come very quickly so I start to look a little further. There are 3 pull-ups in various stages of use scattered on the floor. A stack of clean ones lay in her bed. Then I notice smears of poo...just like brown finger paint...all over her precious pink pillowcase. I've always loved the colors pink and brown together. A real favorite of mine actually...I'll never think of it the same. It didn't end there though. Apparently she was enjoying her artwork so much that she needed a fresh canvas...her white bedrails were her choice. Then to top it all off, a few more smears on her lime green bedside table. I have to hand it to her...I like green and brown together as well.

Lily arrived in her room. WHAT is this MESS? She tells me that she knows how to change her own pull-up now. After some pretty severe counseling on how she will not ever do that again, I start to think of how this even happened. I can count on one hand the number of times this child has even gotten out of bed without me being there...seriously...less than 5 times in the entirety of her 3 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 5 days on this earth. But all of a sudden today she gets out of bed to change her own poopie? How didn't I hear it? I heard her doing her usual talking before falling asleep at naptime. I had heard a few songs and reenactments of her favorite parts of The Ariel Movie (known to others as The Little Mermaid), and then it got quiet. Which means she slept on that yucky pillowcase.....barf-ola! I honestly don't know how I missed all the poopie changing action over the monitor. What is even crazier is that her father didn't notice anything being amiss when he got her up after nap. How anyone could have missed all of that is just beyond me...I mean the smell alone...ugh.

I hope some of the 88 wipes had been used to clean her hands. It was those same hands that later helped me prepare dinner and also caressed her baby sister's face. I did have her wash her hands before she helped me with dinner, but it wasn't the sort of boiling hot, skin removing, scrub down that I would have done if I had known they had been covered in poopie just moments before!

Please excuse me. I am headed to Costco to get the largest size of industrial full strength BLEACH they offer. If you don't see me for a while, it is because I am still scouring my house. When you do see me, you'll at least know why I will be omitting brown color combos from my wardrobe.

***Footnote***
Lily's tenderhearted father just read this post and wanted me to make certain that everyone knew our daughter isn't the type to 'play' with poo, that she was clearly just trying to clean off her fingers on the previously mentioned 'canvases'...apparently 88 wipes were not enough!

***I am on a quick (hopefully, at least) blogging break/potty training sabbatical. In the meantime, I'm posting some fun and some not so fun...okay, none of them were fun, potty training moments.***

This was originally posted February 12, 2008.

Please leave me a comment...I'll still be checking in and keeping up with your blogs too. I just need to refrain from posting right now...I don't need any more poop on my blog.

Wasting time on Facebook Applications is too fun.

It appears that I am needing several breaks from the potty training madness. Facebook has been so kind to provide relief.

If I find any more widgets to add, I'm going to be in desperate need of a second sidebar. Does anyone know how to do that in blogger?

It doesn't appear that this one if going to fit anyway. Anyone know how to do an extra wide sidebar in blogger?

It is a pet peeve of mine to see widgets or gadgets, as blogger is calling them now, cut off. Anyone else have that pet peeve?

I so have more important things to be worrying about.

Back to reality.

Can we have a Spring Break do-over?

Spring BREAK? More like wake at the crack of dawn, take the child to the potty on one hour intervals, make her sit there long enough hoping something that makes the plop sound will come out, fake excitement when only tee tee arrives, and for your sake that will be the end of the -ake words!

Spring break is over and as you can tell it didn't feel like much of a break at all. Jerry took on a ceiling project at our house and a floor project at the rental house...why we chose to do all of this while trying to wrap up the poopoo phase of Lily's potty training? I'll never know. I guess we just thought...well, we aren't going anywhere, so let's....well it wasn't a good idea. We're whipped now and although the house projects are done (whew!), the princess still ain't pooping on the potty!

Here are some things I learned this week:

1. Lily is not motivated by rewards...not surprise ones, not known ones, not unwrapped staring you in the face ones, not wrapped ones, not food related ones, not party related ones, etc.

2. My daughter does not care about things being taken away either.

3. If my daughter does not have a pull up on...she will poop anyway...wherever she happens to be.

4. She is not shamed by peer pressure...ie other kids noticing a stinky bottom.

5. My daughter will run past 3 bathrooms to find a quiet place to do her business.

6. When watched like a hawk all morning, she will wait until nap time to do the deed.

7. When we took the nap away to be able to better train her, we ALL became grumpy.

8. Potty training without success makes Jerry and I snippy with one another.

9. Lily is obviously NOT ready to poo on the potty.

10. Jerry and I've decided this might be the best tactic yet for not allowing her to date until she is 30...how attractive will she be...still wearing diapers and all?!?

This break coming to a close without having success with Lily has really made me whiny. Can you tell? I know the Lord is trying to teach us through this process, and it has been hard.

***I am on a quick (hopefully, at least) blogging break/potty training sabbatical. In the meantime, I'm posting some fun and some not so fun...okay, none of them were fun, potty training moments.***

This was originally posted March 24, 2008. Five months later we are still trying to figure out what the Lord is trying to teach us through this process...I guess we are slow learners.

Please leave me a comment...I'll still be checking in and keeping up with your blogs too. I just need to refrain from posting right now...I don't need any more poop on my blog.

Potty Training Boot Camp!

We are on the third day of my hubby's 10 consecutive days off from work! Yippee! How are we going to spend our time? Grand vacation? Trip to the beach? No, oh, no...none of those things would do. We are instead running a Potty Training Boot Camp! We already have our very first enrollee...Lily Grace Gibson! And considering our success with potty training in the past, we've decided one student is all we can handle. So, sorry folks, enrollment has been closed.

You may be wondering why we are just now attempting to potty train our 3 1/2 year old. It's actually been going on for some time now...about 15 months to be exact. Oh the excuses we could give...we have been on track several times, and then Jade was born, and then we realized there was a medical issue too. I won't go into all of that...I really don't want to relive it, and plus who wants to read details like: chronic constipation, will not poo in potty, Miralax, will not poo in potty, abdominal x-ray, will not poo in potty, rectal exam, will not poo in potty, mineral oil, will not poo in potty, deinnervation of the rectum, will not poo in potty, absolute frustration, will not poo in potty, serious prayers, will not poo in potty, more rectal exams, will not poo in potty, visit to Pediatric Gastroenterologist, will not poo in potty, Benefiber, will not poo in potty...All of this while we have poo poo prizes, charts, videos, treats, rewards, and THREATS (just kidding) in place.

So anyway, we now have an "All Clear" from the Pedi GI, so we are pulling out all the stops this week...let the Potty Training Boot Camp begin!!

I promise no pictures...even if we have success! Wish us luck though...better yet, say a prayer for us!! We are dealing with one "precocious" little girl...as the GI said over and over and over again.

***I am on a quick (hopefully, at least) blogging break/potty training sabbatical. In the meantime, I'm posting some fun and some not so fun...okay, none of them were fun, potty training moments.***

This was originally posted March 17, 2008. And to think that St. Patrick didn't send any luck our way. Shame on him.

Please leave me a comment...I'll still be checking in and keeping up with your blogs too. I just need to refrain from posting right now...I don't need any more poop on my blog.

I haven't flown the coop yet...

but may want to after this week and the weekend ahead.

Apparently I turned 32 and then lost track of time. I didn't mean to be a flat out liar when I promised I'd be back tomorrow to give you the rest of the birthday weekend scoop.

Life got a bit crazy this week. I've been doing some vacation relief work for my very part-time job. And it turns out that just a few more work-at-home hours turned this casa upside down.

I became a meaner than normal mama, let my girl play with scissors to keep her quiet, and was angry that the Disney movies seemed shorter than normal...even when she watched the previews.

When I was fearful late last night that I wasn't going to meet a deadline, I decided to call my in-laws so they could come care for the girls while I finished up and made a rare appearance at the office.

And they said yes. At 9PM the night before. And drove. Here. 2 hours.

My husband did not fall far from the tree. And boy am I glad. I love my in-laws to pieces and they are amazing.

They showed up at my house 30 minutes before expected...right as Jade was waking. Perfect. Did I mention they did a 2 hour drive at like five in the morning? Amazing. Those folks are amazing.

Then I worked like mad, put some big girl clothes on, and went in to the office. Where I like talked to adult co-workers and stuff. The things of dreams.

On my way home, when I could finally take a breath, I decided to call my mom. She knew I had been stressed and made some comment to the effect of...you haven't updated your blog in forever my dear.

So when your mom notices that your blog is overdue for a post, you know it has been in neglect. Sorry folks.

I'm afraid more neglect is in order too. More vacation relief next week means that I get to spend the wee hours posting invoices...not bloggable moments.

So, not that I feel like I have a ton of "material" to pull from, but I think I may re-post some older blog moments...you know...before my readership grew from 2 relatives to 10 relatives and a few friends.

And if you are wondering why in the first sentence I mentioned that I may feel like flying the coop after this weekend, well...the posts I choose may help explain that.

We will be spending the weekend admiring a most probably bare bottom of a precious near 4 year old that resides with us.

The time has come to give another serious attempt to the solid form of potty training. It has evaded us for nearly two years now.

Say a prayer folks. Seriously. May the Lord honor our efforts. To Him be the glory.

I'll be enjoying keeping up with your blogs in the meantime. You better believe I'll need some breaks from the poo poo drama that will be going on in this house.

I'm 29 today!

29 again! Who cares if it is for the 3rd time?

It's been a great birthday so far.

It began by Jerry getting up with Jade when her monitor started going off at 6:45 this morning. Lily went off just a few minutes later. I didn't know that though because both monitors were off and I was closed in a quiet, dark room. I love that man.

When I did fumble down the stairs way after 8 o'clock, I was greeted by my hubby and two chipper girls. It was apparent that they had been talking full speed the entire time I had been snoozing. There were cards with beautiful touches of marker and a box full of Dunkin Donuts. And a candle in one for me, followed by a sweet serenade by my three favorite people. I will never forget the sight of Jade with one donut hole in each of her fists. She is definitely a double fisted eater. Her expression was somewhere between..."sugar, oh the sugar!" and "donuts, where have you been the last 13 months, 10 days and 9 hours of my life?"...it was priceless.

And Lily...she just ate the frosting off of two of them...a girl after my own heart. Who needs the extra bread carbs from the donut!?! Frosting only please.

Then we met my dad, NeNe, my sis and niece for a late morning meeting of Papa's Pack. If you have no idea what Papa's Pack is, you can click here and here.

My mom offered several weeks ago to babysit for us tonight. Her e-mail said she would babysit from 4PM til whenever. Jerry took the "whenever" literally and quickly emailed back that we would be checking on how far our frequent flyer miles could get us. She replied inquiring for our regular sitter's phone number.

Anyway, she got here about 3:30 and we spent the first hour of her visit taking a nap. I know. We are such exciting people.

I'm trying to decide if we should spend the evening at a romantic non-child-friendly restaurant and then a movie, or at a my favorite greasy mexican joint and then Six Flags over Texas. I haven't been there in ages and it just sounds fun. One of my best buds mentioned there'd be lots of screaming kids there. As long as they aren't mine, I don't care. But with my "ankle splints", I don't know if trekking all over an amusement park would be a good idea.

Then again I have a long list of errands and shopping I'd love to run around and do with Jerry tonight. Doesn't that sound like birthday bliss? Again. Yes, I am certified crazy. It is tax-free weekend here in Texas though, and you wouldn't believe how saving that 8.25% brings people out. In droves.

We're heading out though...and the possibilities...are endless.

I think we'll head downstairs with some suitcases and hand my mom a flight itinerary. That might give her a heart attack though. And then we wouldn't have a babysitter for tonight.

Enough about my weekend plans, what do you have going on?

I'll be back tomorrow with more birthday celebratory news and maybe even pics. Because I know the only reason you read this blog is for things of this nature.

I just know it.

Because shin splints would be too normal

You'll never hear me claim to be in super good shape. I do make random attempts, in even more random intervals, to get in better shape, but it seems like just when I get in the swing of a routine, something happens. Geez...I hope the comma police don't come after me for that sentence.

We do belong to a gym. It is great. It is close to home. It has three levels of all sorts of equipment. It has nice people. It has other mommy flab syndrome sufferers. It has a smoothie bar. And best of all, it has KidsClub. KidsClub is just a cute way of saying, "We'll take care of the chillins while you go sweat it out." Or while you take an extended rest on the bicycle in front of HGTV. Whatever works. Who said the "cool down" period is only 5 minutes?

Once Jade was old enough, we really did get into the swing of going to the club. Jerry and I viewed our visits as "mini-dates" in a strange way. I could yap his head off while we did cardio next to each other. Soon he discovered Fox News and got headphones though. That's okay. I wasn't offended. Really.

We're too cheap for cable around here, and while news shows aren't my thing, I decided to reconnect with MTV. Wow. No wonder my dad got rid of that channel when we were kids.

Our routine was working perfectly. Something had to throw it off. Sadly that event happened back in late May. So, for the past little while, Lily hasn't been able to go to KidsClub. Our mini dates have stopped. Jerry also changed jobs, became super disciplined, and leaves the house at 5AM to work out every day. Which translates to: Jerry is no longer my workout buddy. Sniff.

Lily has recently been released from the doctor, but before heading back to the club I decided to hit the pavement. Completely out of the blue...random I tell you...I decided last week to grab my cell phone and take a walk in the late evening. I did a fast paced walk three nights in a row. And more importantly, my sister and I got some serious phone time in.

Cell phones equate safety, right? I probably wouldn't have noticed anyone approaching me for all the yapping, but at least Kelly could have reported where I was.

Do you notice a trend here? Apparently I cannot exercise my body without also exercising my mouth. Don't get jealous over my nice jawline.

The morning after the 3rd late night, fast paced, talking storm of a walk, there was a problem. As I descended the stairs on a quick jaunt to make the java before retrieving the chillins, my ankle just didn't work right. It didn't want to stretch, or point, or flex, or whatever else it had to do to make it down the stairs.

Painful. The only way I can describe it is that it feels like a shin splint, but in the ankle. Ankle splint? According to Google that is only something you can buy to wear, not a condition of the ankle. Hello Google, I have the first ankle splint ever. And it hurts.

I guess since my mouth is already warmed up for exercise, I never thought I really needed to warm up my ankles for a stinkin' walk. It's just a walk. Not like I'm training for marathons over here.

Jerry even offered to massage the pain away. It was too painful. I do not turn down foot massages. But I flinched every time he even went near my ankle. I am such a wimp.

Has anyone else experienced this? I need a remedy. Quick.

It is affecting my life in all areas.

Like sleep. I have done the mid-night stretch and point thing a couple of times. Only twice to be exact. Ouch. How my "injury" escaped my mind at 3AM is beyond me.

Then tonight we met for the quick $1.50 hot dog/coke dinner at Costco. We were a mess. Just picture ketchup on faces, Lily riding in the baby stroller (they don't have high chairs so we brought it for Jade...after all she is the BABY, but LILY wanted in it...go figure), Jade wanting to be carried, Jade being carried, and one of us pushing a big honkin' cart around with one lonely box of baby wipes in it.

By the time we got to the van I could tell it wasn't going to be a fun ride home.

Then I remembered. We met there. Jerry's car was there. I had a key to said car. So, I did the only thing that made sense. I let Jerry have some quality bonding time with the girls in the van while I opted to ride home solo in the Honda.

I pretended that Jerry was rolling his eyes at someone else and went to find the car. I hopped in, turned the radio OFF, and got ready to back out. Then I remembered. The clutch. The clutch that required me to extend, point, flex, and move my ankle in ways that it didn't want to be moved.

I thought, briefly thought, about calling Jerry and aborting my plan. But the silence. Oh the silence. I'm a sucker for silence. So, after contemplating driving in second gear all the way home, I painfully got through it.

I'm thinking about creating a Wikipedia page dedicated to ankle splints...the condition...not the product. Do you think I have a case?

A Long Overdue Tag

I've been meaning to do this tag for a while now...since July 4th when Rachelle tagged me...to be exact.

1. If you could inherit a comfortable home in any city in the world that you could use but not sell, where would you want it to be? Waxahachie, Texas. Might sound silly to some, but here is my reasoning: a) I'd love to be closer to my mom so she could have more of an influence in my girls' lives and so I could help her out more with Charlie b) I LOVE old houses...and Waxahachie has the largest concentration of turn of the century homes in the state c) it is in TEXAS...and I don't really see any reason to leave God's country.

2. If you could be instantly fluent in one other language that you currently do not read or speak, which would it be? Quechua. Why? My last mission trip experience was when Jerry and I went to Peru back in 2002. We visited some tiny villages up in the Andes mountains where they spoke Quechua. I was able to talk through a Spanish interpreter some, but I always felt like something got lost between my weak Spanish and then the translation into Quechua from there. I wish I could have communicated more effectively and would love to go back there some day. These remote villages could only be reached by 4 wheel drive vehicles. They seemed so abandoned...only received visits from the catholic priest once each year. So much inbreeding occurred that the children just didn't look right. Yet they flocked to us any time we showed up and listened intently to every word we said. Speaking to them in Quechua would have been amazing.

Here is a treat from my Quechua phrase book...Where can I pee? Maypin hisp'akuyman? I think I'd have wet my pants before getting that out correctly.

3. If you were given an hour to spend an unlimited amount of money in any store in the world where would it be? It'd be a toss up between Tom Thumb and Central Market. Seriously. Grocery stores are about the only place I know my way around these days. Plus, the fact that they have carts with seats for the kids with straps they can't get out of...huge bonus.

4. If you had to give your children to the care of someone famous, whom would you pick? Maybe Rachael Ray. At this point in life, my kids are fussiest when I'm not getting the food to the table fast enough. With all her 30 minute meal tricks I'm sure they'd be happiest under her roof.

5. If you could cast an actor now alive to play you in a new film, what kind of film would it be and whom would you choose? Wow, this is exposing a new level of shallowness for me. It'd be a romantic comedy where I was played by Ellen Pompeo. Of course I wouldn't mind being casted opposite of Patrick Dempsey either. Closet Grey's Anatomy fan? No longer. You know where I'll be on the evening of 9/25.

6. If you could have an elegant dinner alone with anyone presently alive, whether you know them or not, who would you want it to be? I'm totally going sappy here and saying my husband. (i have to recover from the above patrick dempsey statement) Seriously though, there are times that I feel like Jerry and I are ships passing in the night. It's the stage of life we are in, but it doesn't make me crave alone time with him any less. An elegant dinner alone with Jerry? I'm there.

7. If you could resolve any single dispute, anywhere in the world what would you solve? Child prostitution/bond servant situations...I am driven mad anytime I hear about these awful crimes.

8. If you were instantly able to play one musical instrument perfectly that you have never played before, what would it be? Guitar. It is so portable and so useful whether in a church youth setting or just around home with the kids. Jerry has recently started teaching himself guitar and I am so excited about it.

That was fun. Thanks, Rachelle! Hopefully these people will find it fun and play along as well. I'm tagging a few people that I'd love to learn more about: Life in Progress, The Shipman Family, Carolina Mama, A Kiss, a Hug and a Squeeze, and Our Moments Our Memories.

This explains why my baby has blisters on her feet

Hold off the CPS allegations.

She hasn't been burned by carelessly walking barefoot on the hot pavement.

Or even been dragged around by her older sister.

Nope, she has been doing another dangerous feat. Crawling.

Even though this video is several weeks old, this is still Jade's stylin' form of crawling.


She is occasionally getting up on her knees now. Hopefully that will relieve the blisters.

A Couple of Firsts

One girl got her first set of motorized wheels...and the other got her first pair of real shoes.



One girl knows what they are for and what to do with them. The other? Not so much.



I'll let you decide who is who.




One hint: the one that pulls off the best Bam-Bam impersonation happens to be wearing the "crawler" variety of shoes.












Note to self: Call Edward Jones to investigate purchasing stock in Stride Rite.

They owe me some dividends.

Or my in-laws anyway. Thanks Memmy and Paw...for both new modes of transportation!

Peek-A-Boo, I'll miss you!

Jade and I have been going to a Kindermusik summer camp for the past several Mondays. Then today rolled around and I was so sad it was over.

I'm not sure if it was all of the cute Peek-A-Boo...I Love You...songs and games, her fun little friends that were there every week, or just getting to spend that one on one quality time with Jade that I seem to crave, but I'll definitely be missing it.

Actually I know what it is that I'll miss most...the fun dances that our teacher had us doing with our babies. Picture this scene...the music camp was held at a local dance studio...you know the kind...with the big glass windows so everyone waiting outside can observe. Well there was lots of activity there and always at least a handful of people there to watch us "dance". It was too funny...I don't mind dancing with my child in my own private home...or even in front of a few moms who are doing the same...but add a few spectators that I don't know but will probably run into at the grocery store...I'm all giggles.

I didn't bring my camera until the last day...on which Jade wasn't in that great of a mood...but she still had fun anyway.

Our teacher, Ms. Heidi, is great. I'm sad to be taking Lily and Jade to a new teacher, for the fall at least, due to scheduling conflicts. Hope to see you in the spring, Heidi.

Until then, Peek-A-Boo, I'll miss you!

Facebook anyone?

I never thought I would sign up with one of those social networking type sites. Hello? What is blogger?

Oh well. The other ones like MySpace or Facebook. I wasn't ever really tempted by MySpace because I really thought it was for teenagers...and thankfully that is well over a decade ago for me. No offense to you if you are a MySpacer...some of my best friends are...you are just more in touch with your younger side than I am.

Just within the past couple of weeks I've had a couple of friends mention joining Facebook. Rachelle said it was easy, so that perked my interest. Amy mentioned how addicting it is (at first at least) and I thought great...another computer time drain. But usually time drains are so fun...so...

Jerry was out late last night and I found myself at the computer not really in the mood to blog or read blogs. I signed on to Facebook for the first time ever and it was easy. Then, when within 10 minutes, I had a couple of "friends"...I knew I was hooked. Then when I checked it first thing this morning I had 23 "notifications"...double hooked. Who knew I had so many cool people in my hotmail address book.

Carol even gave me a bumper sticker. Not real sure about that. Thanks though. I'm also unsure about poking people. What in the world? Is it nice? Sounds a little risque to me so I'll probably put that off for a while.

I haven't done anything to customize my page, or I guess that is called adding "flair" in facebook terms. But, I'm sure as the time drain continues...I will.

Tell me. Do you Facebook, Twitter or something similar? Do you see it replacing your blogging, or is it just another fun time drain?

If you're on...look me up...I'm accepting "friends"...tee hee! Oh and there are more than a few Kerry Gibsons out there...who knew? I've used the same profile pic that you see on blogger.

As long as the dust bunnies don't come out of their corners and unite against me...I guess I'll try to keep it up.

And Amy, since I joined, will you come back to blogging?

Waterpark Backfired

Pardon me while this sunburned and waterlogged momma whines.

Jerry is working at an event that has taken him away from home for 14 hours today. So, I thought I'd be smart and take the girls to the waterpark for a few hours this morning. That was the surest way to produce good long naps this afternoon...so I thought.

I forgot that I was mother to miss wide awake, only will nap occasionally, not affected by sun and water...child.

Problem is that said mother is so tired, could nap forever and totally affected by sun and water.

Top that all off with the fact that miss wide awake...was wide awake...at 6:43 this fine Saturday morning...7PM bedtimes are in order for everyone...me included.

In the meantime, Starbucks will be collecting some of my money.