Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Something to Blog About!

I don't know if I will start blogging regularly again but I have something so wonderful that it can't be contained by a tweet or a FB update. 

Rosemary Wells has been one of my favorite picture book authors for a long time. I love reading her stories to my children, other peoples children and adults. Adults? Yup. Adults. Nearly every early literacy talk I do includes the story Read to your Bunny. During yesterdays meeting we were discussing repainting the bathroom doors and suggested Max & Ruby. Afterward my colleague contacted her to get permission to paint Max & Ruby on our bathroom doors so that pre-readers can get to the right potty. 

We got a reply from her today that she'd be willing to come and paint the doors for us. FOR US!!! WOW! How amazing is that! She is a famous artist that can go anywhere and do anything and she offered to paint our doors for us where the kiddos can watch so that they can see an artist at work. But it doesn't stop there. She also offered to do a literacy talk for teachers and parents in our community. 

Yesterday we were talking about bathroom doors and today we are talking about the early literacy event of a lifetime. The generosity of her offer really humbles me. Today is day one. If this comes together it will be an amazing experience. I really hope that we will be able to raise the money to bring her here.

And now how I REALLY feel . . . 



Friday, April 02, 2010

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Early morning

Sticky eyelids peel apart, left side only, searching for the bright spot in the room. I'm not yet used to where we keep the alarm clock. 3:18 a.m. The bedroom door is gently creaking closed.

Al's home early I think as I drift back to dreaming.

A quick Spider monkey crawl across the bed and she finds a spot fitting herself to me like the missing piece of a puzzle. I snuggle an arm around Brenna and kiss her hair still drifting toward dreamland. I breathe in.

Ketones?? wide awake I sniff her hair again. Smells like cake from Therin's birthday party to me. Why did I even think ketones . . . I can't smell ketones.

A big sigh and a quick hug then off to her room to find the meter.

What could have woken her? Is she high? Did I not give her a big enough bolus? Is she low? Did I miss judge and give her too much insulin because she played so hard with the other kids today?

Zip open the bag. Snap open the lid. Push the strip into the meter. Search for my iPod. Now I need its light. Tuck it under my chin and pop the lancet draws blood, the lancet draws blood but not quite enough. I squeeze, just a little, and there is enough. The test strip soaks it up. 5 . . . 4 . . . 3. . . .2 . . . .1. . . .


Yaay! A beautiful number. I'm happy on the inside. There are no "good or bad" numbers but it is so nice not to have to correct anything. Brenna starts to snore. Now I should relax into sleep.

Hmmmmm. It's not happening.

Slipping out of bed I sneak downstairs to the computer. Put it "on paper" or on blogger and maybe I can go back to sleep. Tap tapping the keys I pause. Did I hear something?

Pit, pat, pit, pat, pit, pat. Little face half lit by the laptop's glow, hands on hips she leans forward, "Mommy, don't you know I'm scared to be alone today!"

"Oh, sorry," I answer lamely. I guess I know what woke her now.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Roasting marshmallows has become a weekly ritual at my Mom & Dad's. I love watching the kids interact with them and each other in such a fun and relaxed atmosphere. Tonight we're celebrating (Belatedly) my Dad's birthday. The kids were stargazing. We're still packing and moving stuff from the old house into the new one so it's back to work soon!

Thursday, August 13, 2009


It's Ours! We hit every red light in the 1/2 mile stretch of road between Prudential and our new home but we made it.

Sunday, August 09, 2009


Getting ready to roast marshmallows again.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Almost home

Dining & livingroom will get a new coat of non-red paint next week! We are going to have a painting pizza party once the house closes (or opens up when we've got the keys). Thursday is supposed to be that day.