Below is my morning chat with Cayden (our 2 year old.)
Me: Cayden do you want to go sit on the potty
Cayden: No, I don't want to go sit on the potty. I want my diaper off.
Me: Well, we need to try sitting on the potty if, (I am interrupted)
Cayden: Mommy I need to go potty.
(about 3 minutes later)
Cayden: Mommy I'm done. I need a sticker and some jelly beans.
Me: Ok, great job.
Cayden: Where's Uncle Derritts (Derrick) - He wants to see my pee pee in the potty. He's so proud of you (meaning me.)
Me: Great Job, buddy.
Cayden: Where's Uncle Derritts?
Me: With Grampy.
Cayden: Did they go in the Hemi with Daddy?
Me: No, they...
Cayden: Yes, they did go with Daddy
Me: Ok
Cayden: Where's my french fries go? (Note, there have been no fries today, it is still morning.)
Cayden: Let's have chockit milk and mommy cuddles on the couch.... and a booberry bar.
Me: Ok
Cayden: Where's Avery? Is he at work? Why is Pete go to work? Where's Bethy? Where's Grana? Where's Poppy? Where's Tyler and Mollie? When we going to baseball game? How you calling that gone (phone)? How you calling mommy? Where's Emmie? ........................... Where's my blocks? Hey, don't tell me. I wanna go to Walmart. Thomas and his Griends. Mommy, Grampy's Gunny. Let's play Domiboes....
This is about the point where I begin to understand why I can't think straight most of the time.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Give Peace a Chance
So, this is the picture of the first thing I've ever made using a sewing machine. (Hint, it isn't the baby.) I made Miss Em this peace sign T-shirt Tuesday night. I decided it was time to use my 2004 Christmas present from Jeannine... guess she knew I would get around to it at some point.
It's taken so long because my thoughts & ideas are like a college dorm room closet... a bunch of stuff crammed into a small space, some very nice stuff, some random junk, and, perhaps a few skeletons, by some standards -everyone has a past, you know!
I suppose it could be said that I start a lot of projects and finish few. They used to joke my mother (Rebecca) that I was the only thing she ever "finished." I guess it runs in my blood.
Getting back to the point, I tie-dyed this T-shirt in a circular pattern (in February), and then I sewed on a peace symbol using 3 different fabrics. Lastly, I trimmed the bottom in a grosgrain polka dot ribbon. 7 months in the making, now, it looks cute, but my sewing is not so good... I will have to work on that. Rome was not built in day.
Have a great Thursday!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wordle.net
For those of you who read precarious tomato blog, you will know how I found out about this. For others, Wordle.net is a website that takes the words you write and turns them into art. The more a word is used, the bigger it appears, etc. I thought it would be a cool way to make a greeting card, or create something meaningful about a particular memory. Anyway, here is the art that was made from my blog about my grandmother's passing. Click the link below to see it.
http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/115932/Mama_Doris_Memorial
http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/115932/Mama_Doris_Memorial
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The River Wild
Hello Internets!
We shot the hooch (that's going down the Chattahoochee on a river raft for all you yanks that don't live here.) ;) It was fun, but they were very disorganized today. The river company took us to the wrong put-in point, so we took a 4 hour trip with a 2 yr old instead of a 1.5 hour trip. I've gotta say, Cayden was a trooper. Emmie stayed home with Grammy & Grampy, and we took Cayden and our nephew Tyler, who's 14. It was a good time. Tyler cocked me in the the back of the dome (that's head if you don't speak Cayden) with a metal oar going about 90 miles an hour. Thought I was gonna pass out, but we ended up laughing about it. I also got stung by a wasp on the foot Saturday at the pool. It is all red and swollen, but dragging it in the 53 degree hooch water helped a bit. All in all it was a fun day! It was a family trip, so we had a little more whining and a lot less beer than most rafters. While the breeze was nice, the current was working against us for the last 2 hours of the trip (what should have been the last 30 minutes) and the rowing was pretty tough, but the exercise was great. Tyler and Matt were in disagreement about how many bridges we went under. Ty was right, there were only 2 bridges (400 & Roswell Rd.) It just feels like 18 bridges when it takes 2 hours to get under them. Most of the people on innertubes were begging for help getting down the river. I will post the pics sometime soon. Have a great week everyone! And remember, no matter what your job is, Monday is a smack in the face to everybody.
We shot the hooch (that's going down the Chattahoochee on a river raft for all you yanks that don't live here.) ;) It was fun, but they were very disorganized today. The river company took us to the wrong put-in point, so we took a 4 hour trip with a 2 yr old instead of a 1.5 hour trip. I've gotta say, Cayden was a trooper. Emmie stayed home with Grammy & Grampy, and we took Cayden and our nephew Tyler, who's 14. It was a good time. Tyler cocked me in the the back of the dome (that's head if you don't speak Cayden) with a metal oar going about 90 miles an hour. Thought I was gonna pass out, but we ended up laughing about it. I also got stung by a wasp on the foot Saturday at the pool. It is all red and swollen, but dragging it in the 53 degree hooch water helped a bit. All in all it was a fun day! It was a family trip, so we had a little more whining and a lot less beer than most rafters. While the breeze was nice, the current was working against us for the last 2 hours of the trip (what should have been the last 30 minutes) and the rowing was pretty tough, but the exercise was great. Tyler and Matt were in disagreement about how many bridges we went under. Ty was right, there were only 2 bridges (400 & Roswell Rd.) It just feels like 18 bridges when it takes 2 hours to get under them. Most of the people on innertubes were begging for help getting down the river. I will post the pics sometime soon. Have a great week everyone! And remember, no matter what your job is, Monday is a smack in the face to everybody.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Farewell Mama Doris
My Grandmother passed away this past week at the age of 88. She lived a good long life, and though her passing is sad, it is also met with a sense of relief that she will no longer suffer the trials of this life, but only reap the rewards of the next. Below is an exerpt from her obituary in the NTH (that's the Newnan Times-Herald for all you non-Newnanites out there.)
Mrs. Ellen Doris Baxley Hammett (Mama Doris), age 88, of Sharpsburg, passed away on Wednesday, July 30, 2008. She was born to the late Sam and Kate Baxley on May 24, 1920 in Carroll County, GA. She retired from Playtex and was a member of Hope Memorial Baptist Church. She is survived by 6 children, 19 grandchildren, 28 great granchildren, and 6 great great grandchildren. What a legacy Mama Doris leaves behind!
Walking into Hope Memorial for the funeral was like stepping back in time. Nothing had changed. The Baptistry was still decorated with a landscape backdrop, the same wood paneling that has been there since the 70's adorned the walls, the pink and yellow swirl stained glass windows providing filtered light, and the orange crushed velvet on the pews sticking to the back of your legs in the summer heat. I immediately remembered sitting there next to Mama Doris the times that I had spent the night and gone to church with her the following morning, after a breakfast of oatmeal and biscuits... and when I didn't like oatmeal, all the lucky charms I could eat. Mama Doris always had butterscotch, or mints, or something in her black leather purse that provided just enough incentive for a young child's behavior in church. I can't remember ever getting reprimanded by her... her house was the kind of place that you could have so much fun, we all behaved so that we would get to return. My cousin Jennifer and I were talking about how she let us play dress up in all her clothes, and make mud-pies in the bath tub. Nothing was off limits to her grandchildren. (I am number 8 out of the 19, which is pretty tall on the order considering my father is the youngest child.) The thing I remember most about Mama Doris is that whenever you would show up at her house, she made you feel like a celebrity just for coming by. She would see my face round the corner, and say "Oh Christy, God love your little soul. How are you?" And like lightening she would have jumped off the couch and met me half way across the room with a big hug. The other thing that sticks out in my mind, was this picture she had of her, my aunt marion, my cousin cathy, and her daughter Amanda. She was so proud of that picture, and would always tell me how that was four generations of women. About four years ago, Amanda had her first baby and made it five generations. I imagine that must have tickled Mama Doris so. She was so proud of her family, and she knew us all, and everything about us. She kept everyone informed on the family scoop right up into her 80's. You might say she was a large part of the glue that kept everyone around.... but even in her passing, she'll still be the glue, for she has created future generations of "family glue." There will still be Hammett Family Christmas at Aunt Marion's house. And even though things will never be the same without her, look at what she's left us, and you can't help but feel her around you. So thank you Mama Doris! Thank you for oatmeal, hot buttered biscuits, chocolate pies that Uncle Phillip was so fond of, spaghetti and meatballs, cheese toast made in the broiler, mashed potatoes in the big yellow bowl, and the list goes on and on... but most of all, thank you for the never ending love you've always given your family. It was evident on everyone's face as we celebrated your wonderful life over the weekend. Good bye Mama Doris, God love your special soul!
Mrs. Ellen Doris Baxley Hammett (Mama Doris), age 88, of Sharpsburg, passed away on Wednesday, July 30, 2008. She was born to the late Sam and Kate Baxley on May 24, 1920 in Carroll County, GA. She retired from Playtex and was a member of Hope Memorial Baptist Church. She is survived by 6 children, 19 grandchildren, 28 great granchildren, and 6 great great grandchildren. What a legacy Mama Doris leaves behind!
Walking into Hope Memorial for the funeral was like stepping back in time. Nothing had changed. The Baptistry was still decorated with a landscape backdrop, the same wood paneling that has been there since the 70's adorned the walls, the pink and yellow swirl stained glass windows providing filtered light, and the orange crushed velvet on the pews sticking to the back of your legs in the summer heat. I immediately remembered sitting there next to Mama Doris the times that I had spent the night and gone to church with her the following morning, after a breakfast of oatmeal and biscuits... and when I didn't like oatmeal, all the lucky charms I could eat. Mama Doris always had butterscotch, or mints, or something in her black leather purse that provided just enough incentive for a young child's behavior in church. I can't remember ever getting reprimanded by her... her house was the kind of place that you could have so much fun, we all behaved so that we would get to return. My cousin Jennifer and I were talking about how she let us play dress up in all her clothes, and make mud-pies in the bath tub. Nothing was off limits to her grandchildren. (I am number 8 out of the 19, which is pretty tall on the order considering my father is the youngest child.) The thing I remember most about Mama Doris is that whenever you would show up at her house, she made you feel like a celebrity just for coming by. She would see my face round the corner, and say "Oh Christy, God love your little soul. How are you?" And like lightening she would have jumped off the couch and met me half way across the room with a big hug. The other thing that sticks out in my mind, was this picture she had of her, my aunt marion, my cousin cathy, and her daughter Amanda. She was so proud of that picture, and would always tell me how that was four generations of women. About four years ago, Amanda had her first baby and made it five generations. I imagine that must have tickled Mama Doris so. She was so proud of her family, and she knew us all, and everything about us. She kept everyone informed on the family scoop right up into her 80's. You might say she was a large part of the glue that kept everyone around.... but even in her passing, she'll still be the glue, for she has created future generations of "family glue." There will still be Hammett Family Christmas at Aunt Marion's house. And even though things will never be the same without her, look at what she's left us, and you can't help but feel her around you. So thank you Mama Doris! Thank you for oatmeal, hot buttered biscuits, chocolate pies that Uncle Phillip was so fond of, spaghetti and meatballs, cheese toast made in the broiler, mashed potatoes in the big yellow bowl, and the list goes on and on... but most of all, thank you for the never ending love you've always given your family. It was evident on everyone's face as we celebrated your wonderful life over the weekend. Good bye Mama Doris, God love your special soul!
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