A Few Questions For You

Have you ever taken 89 pictures of your kid on a swing? Is that weird?And have you ever altered the coloring on the pictures so that your child looks like she is glowing, and then you don't know how to alter them back? Has that ever happened to you?
Would you still read my blog if all I did was post pictures every single day?
Don't answer that last one. But here are the serious questions I have for you: What do you do with your photos once you get them on the computer? Do you use Flickr or Shutterfly or what? Where do you order prints from? How do you deal with storing your pictures long-term? Do you trust your online website with them or do you also back them up on CD? What will you do in three years when the CD is obsolete and there is a newfangled gadget taking its place? HOW CAN I LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT NEGATIVES IN A BOX TO RELY ON????

Any advice would be appreciated.

Faux Finishing

I mentioned a week or two ago on the blog that I had been planning to repaint Grace's room forever, but couldn't decide on a color. I believe this was incorporated into a whine about how exhausted I had been feeling, and blah blah blah. The rest of that story is that about an hour after I published that lovely piece of writing, my good friend Julie showed up with a giant Diet Dr. Pepper (with cherry) from Sonic, pointed at exactly the paint chip that I liked best, gave me wonderful advice on a gift to give my daughter for her baptism, and left. She solved all of the problems I had been whining about.

Have I mentioned what a great friend Julie is? Twelve times? Okay.

So after she left, I got jazzed up on Dr. Pepper and spent the entire afternoon and evening painting while my kids sat on the bed and maintained a disproportionate level of enthusiasm over what basically amounted to watching paint dry.

Brace yourselves for the 'before' photo:That is twelve kinds of ugly, people. Lovingly sponge painted in a garish combination of gray, purple, and white by the previous owner. So 1996. It was only after I painted the walls that Grace revealed to me that she sometimes lies awake at night and sees scary faces in the paint patterns. She'll be in therapy for that, for sure.

And now, the finished product:I don't know why I didn't take the same view of the entire room, or at least try to get a wider shot. I can only say I am enthralled with the new camera and was not thinking clearly. Also I dragged out the tripod and shot in twelve different modes to see which one was best, but they all looked the same. Because I had nothing else I needed to do today.
The painting by the window was a gift from my sister Stacie, and it is from a photograph of Grace at Duke Gardens when she was 15 months old or so. It had not yet found a good home in this house, but I think it fits perfectly here now.

So lovely. Also the cross-stitch above the bed was a gift from Aunt Becky, who can cross-stitch like the wind.
Tommy was given a nice Cowboy one when he was born. Katie keeps asking about her cross-stitch, and I just tell her Aunt Becky doesn't love her.

Happy Mothers Day to Me....

..and Happy Birthday, Happy Memorial Day, Happy Canada Day, Happy Every Other Day for a Year.

Look what FedEx dropped off today:Item #1 on the agenda: Learn to focus properly.

Texas in The The Spring

The past two months have been filled with gloriously cool open-the-windows-and-feel-the-breeze weather around here. At this point in the spring, there is an unspoken urgency in the air to get out and enjoy it, because experience has told us that in a few short weeks it will be so hot that any outside play will require being drenched with either water or sweat.

Today was the first day of air-conditioning, a sign of the sweltering months bearing down upon us. I felt the too-warm breezes of summer breathing down my neck, and became almost frantic in my desire to 'do something' outdoors, seize the day, and all of that.

I have repeatedly shooed children away from the television/computer and urged them to get out in the back yard, only to turn around and find them underfoot again. Yesterday I took a slew of neighborhood kids to the park after school, and every last one of them was whining to go home and play inside. Then today my friend came over with her boys, and we sat out on the patio to chat, only to turn around twenty minutes later and realize that all of the kids had gone inside and were playing in Tommy's room. But at least the moms got to enjoy the back yard, I suppose.

After school, I again sent the kids into the back yard. After a suspiciously long time without hearing any arguing, I went to the 'clubhouse' out back, certain that I was going to find them playing some elaborate treasure hunt game. Nope. They had gone inside and were parked in front of the computer feeding someone's Webkinz who was 89% hungry.

It was at that point that I went into the back yard with the intention of attempting the impossible: pushing the kids on the swing until they were tired of it. Please understand this has never happened before. I wasn't even sure if it was possible. It wasn't. We played out there until I had to beg off to go fix dinner, then right after dinner I had to promise to take them bike riding just so I wouldn't have to push them on the swing any more.

Greg and I took them down to the school parking lot, and there we stayed until sunset. We had a great time. Gracie rode her bike by herself for the first time. All of a sudden, she can turn and stop and start without screaming in terror or needing any help from me (thank you Jesus). So I was finally able to sit and watch the bike riding, while the kids got red-faced and sweaty like all good American children should do.

My second favorite moment was Tommy's comment to me on the way home: "Mom, it seems like we've been living outside all day!"

My very favorite moment: 3 children, wet-haired and smelling like soap, so exhausted they fell immediately asleep.

Goodbye, My Love.

My dear,

We've always had a wonderful relationship, you and me. You've been there for me through all of the fun times over the last four years. You were there for the birth of my last baby.
You've attended every birthday party, every Christmas morning, every holiday, outing, and memorable event.
You even went on vacations with me. You were by my side when I hiked up mountains. You got heavy toward the end, but I loved you anyway. I just wanted to see the pictures you would give to me. You didn't disappoint.
You made me look like a tourist, and I didn't even care. You've been my most prized possession. I forgave you when your batteries died on Christmas Eve. I hope you have forgiven me for dropping you on the street in Philadelphia when I climbed out of a horse carriage. Overall, I'd say we've been good together. There's only one problem between you and me. The film. It's just not working for me any more. I need something better. I need my readers to see things as they happen, not two weeks later. I need clarity and megapixels. I hope you understand.

That's why I've ordered something new. Please understand this isn't meant to hurt you. Yes, I will be taking your lens to use for the new camera, but I hope you won't take it personally. I think it would be best if you were gone when the new one arrives. I think you're going to go live up in the closet now, especially since I can't get very much money for you on Craigslist. Maybe someday I will take you back out again, to show the kids how things worked in the olden days.

Until then, thanks for the memories.

Love,
Chrissy

Grace's Baptism

Too Tired for Titles

I've had five full days of complete exhaustion (again) and I'm thinking of looking up the last time I whined about exhaustion on the blog so I can establish a pattern to tell the doctor, but I'm too tired.

In other exciting news, I've purchased painting supplies and have nearly committed to a color to paint my daughter's bedroom, which has been hideous for the entire three years we've lived here. Not hideous like it needs retouching, hideous like it's purple and gray and white sponge-painted. Really hideous. It's faux-finishing gone terribly wrong. I don't know how we have lived with it all this time. And I have let my house guests sleep in there! Faux-pas!

So yeah, seeing that it took me 3 years to get moving on it, and Grace got new bed linens for Christmas along with a promise of new paint, I'd say it's about time for the faux to go. My plan was to knock it out while Greg is out of town this week, but given my current energy level, it doesn't look promising at this point.

I have some happy news to report: Grace is getting baptized on Sunday. She's been asking about it for a while, and we took her through a class at church to make sure she fully understands what it means. Her last class was tonight, and now she is scheduled to get dunked this weekend. I'm happy for her and she is totally thrilled.

I'm trying to think of something special to do for her for the occasion. Our families live too far away to come to her baptism, and I am trying to decide if I could throw a little party together with friends or maybe just go out to eat afterwards and let her pick the restaurant. Also, I need your suggestions on what would be a nice gift for her. She has a charm bracelet from when she was a bridesmaid at her Grammy's wedding, but all of the baptism charms I've seen online have been for babies. She just got a Bible for her birthday, so that's out. If you have any other ideas, I'd love to hear them.