It's Late and I Want to go to Sleep

It has been sooooo long since I last wrote in this blog!  Like, 4 years?  I read my old posts a few days ago, and was shocked to see what I had forgotten!  Apparently this is a great way to keeo memories.  Especially since I'm too lazy to keep a real journal.

So I decided to come back to this because I see other blogs with awesome food recipes on Pinterest, and I think, "Whoa! I can make good food and post it here then pin it!"  But then I realized I only have like 1 original recipe to post.  I got sad.  I decided to make it this week, take pics, and put it on here.  I got happy.  We'll see how it goes!

For all like 2 of you who read my old posts, I guess I'll sum up my life since then--Hubby and I had a little girl in 2009.  I'll call her PP, for Pretty Princess.  Then we had another baby, a boy, a few months ago.  We'll call him LM for Little Man.  Babyla turns 8 next month!  I can't believe it.  Life is good now, though pretty crazy with 3 kids.

OK, tis late, and I do really want to sleep.  Now that I've reintroduced myself, I'll try to keep up with regular blogs about us and, maybe, food.  Ciao!



J'ai vue que souvent, dans les premiers posts, j'ai ecris en francais.  C'etait une bonne idee!  Alors, je vais ecrire quelquechose chaque fois en francais.  Ce fois, je dis--bonne nuit! (svp, m'excuse pour les fautes de mon francais.  C'etait bien longtemps que j'ecris ou parle le francais).

Did you bonk your head?

So now that I get to be a stay-at-home mom again, I realize how much I really do love being at home with babyla. It seems like whenever something we love is taken away from us, that's when we realize just how precious that things was and maybe how much we took it for granted. Not that I didn't know I loved being at home with babyla--I did. The weeks leading up to student teaching were difficult as I dreaded leaving her. Now I'm home, and I cherish the time even more. Fortunately, when I was gone my mother was able to watch babyla, so she always had someone who loved her with her.

Ok, enough warm fuzzies. This morning, babyla and I went outside. I had to weed in the garden and she was going to help me/play/slow me down. Yesterday I had noticed in one of our hanging pots a nest inside. Today when we went out, I saw a bird in it! She was hunkered down in it, watching us. Shortly after, the daddy bird came and perched on the pot, wacthing us. I pointed out to babyla that it was the daddy bird, and the mommy bird was inside with eggs (hopefully!). A few minutes later, the daddy bird flew away, and babyla asked where it was going. I replied, "probably to go get food." Babyla asked rather excitedly, "Oh, is he going to get pizza?" Sigh. Maybe we need to have some nature discussions. Cuz when I said, "no, probably worms", she looked kinda grossed out.

Here's the kicker. Or rather, the bonker, as babyla likes to say. In the garden, I was weeding and babyla was with me. I stood up with some weeds in my hand, and just as I stood up, I felt something hot my head. I ducked then looked up, to see a bird landing on the play set by us. Yes, a bird. Ran into my head. Let me repeat that--A BIRD RAN INTO MY HEAD. You don't see that everyday.

All men should rock the 'stache

Why hello there! It has been many moons since I have last written. Since Decemeber, if I recall correctly. A lot has happened in all this time. KMost importantly, I got married! Yay! How's THAT for awesome, huh? Tomorrow, May 15th, will be our two month anniversary. Booyah! I also was a student teacher. LONGEST semester EVER. I have an issue with caps right now. It's kinda fun. Try it. I LOVE being MARRIED! I'm GOING to see Neil DIAMOND! Heh. Anywhoo, students teaching was interesting. And long. But I miss my students and am going to wonder how they are. Hopefully I'll get to see them again. HOPEFULLY I'll get to SEE them... OK, stop it. It's just shameful now.

I apologize I have no funny story. I don't want to make fun of my students, cuz I love them. I don't want to bash, however jauntily or sillilly (heh!), the University for the hell they put me through. Cuz I could get in trouble. So, the next time something humorous happens to me, I shall blog it! Suffice it to say Hubby and I are extremely happy and Babyla is fabulous. She turns four next month.

Thought for the day: WOuldn't it be awesome if all men grew thick, dark moustaches (pronounced moo-stah-chays? heh.) that we could twirl our fingers through and giggle at in the morning?

We can go ice skating and eat sugar plums!

I was was trying to stifle my giggles and keep a steady hand on the camera when mamala called from the kitchen, "She didn't!" My giggling increased, and I knew the camera was shaking. I called in reply, "She did!" Babyla was looking at me with a half grin, trying to figure out why I was laughing at her. Finally I gave up and ended the video taping. I hadn't taped her for a while, so I had decided to do so while she was putting presents under the tree. That turned out to be quite boring, however, so I had her sing a few songs. Then I got a brilliant idea--babyla can count to 30, so I decided to have her count! I said, "Let's see how high you can count. Count for me." Babyla counted 1,2,3,4,5. With each number, she held up the same amount of fingers (she does it funny--it's pointer finger, pinky, middle finger, then all four fingers, then all 5 with the thumb). When she finished, I waited for her to continue. When she didn't, I said "Count higher!" Babyla looked at me for a split second, reached her hand way up in the air and stretching to get as high as she could, and said, fingers ticking off, "1,2,3,4,5. Then she looked at me, waiting for my praise. Or to know why I was laughing.

On the lighter side...

So my other post today is somewhat serious. I thought I would throw in some humor. I finally have babyla potty trained in the house. Yay! Last week, she was teeteeing in the potty, which that day was in the kitchen. Fh was here, and babyla asks him, "Josh, want to teetee with me?" He politely declined her generous offer.

Cuz tomorrow is a brand new day & it don't know white from black

Church has always been an important part of my life. I love my church, but I have also been interested in others’ services. I have been to Catholic masses (I went to Catholic schools through high school), Jewish temple and a Lutheran service. But I have never been to a Baptist church. I was always a little nervous at the thought of a Baptist church since I know they tend to not like those from my faith and my few Baptist friends I have had have not been nice in the religion department. However, I have always wanted to attend an African-American Southern Baptist service. I have heard about them and seen them on TV, so this assignment (to do something we have never done but always wanted to; for a class at u of m) was my chance to attend one live. I, along with my fiancé and my daughter, went to the church of a friend of my mother’s: New Hope Baptist Church.
My first impression was how huge the church was. There were two entrances on the street flanked by impressive brick walls welcoming us to worship. We found a spot to park, and I finally began to feel nervous. My fears were lessened somewhat when we got in the building and everyone started welcoming us. We even filled out guest cards they had for us. This began what impressed me the most about the church—everyone was so nice! We were welcomed, hugged, spoken with, patted, you name it—all during the service. It was like a breath of fresh air to meet such kind and welcoming people. We found our seats, shown to us by ushers, and looking around I quickly realized we were indeed the only white people there. And I slowly began to feel the color of my skin. The service was nice, if a bit loud, and people continued to welcome us. Sometimes I would look around at the congregation to find children staring at us, no doubt wondering what we were doing there. At one point during the service, a woman went to the stand with a stack of cards in her hand and announced “We have some guests here with us today!” My fiancé, Josh, said my face visibly drained of color. I felt my eyes widen and I shrank back in my seat as the realization dawned on me that they were going to introduce us to the entire congregation. And they did. And before I knew what hit me, there were people everywhere hugging me and shaking Josh’s hand. After what seemed about an hour we were able to sit down as other guests were introduced. After that, the service went by pretty quickly. My daughter wanted a flag like those being waved, so she contented herself with waving her program. I also got to see a woman get so into the music or whatever was touching her that she started dancing with a pained expression on her face. She danced her way out of the row, pushing everyone out of the way, out to the aisle where she passed out. It was definitely something I have never seen before. Finally it was time to go and we left, a little relieved to get to the quietness of the car.
I learned several things from this experience, mostly about myself. First, I learned that there are instances when I do not like getting up in front of other people. Normally I love being in the spotlight, but now I realize not when I am the only white person in a huge room of African-Americans. This leads to the second thing I learned and that is what it is like to feel the color of my skin. I have never felt that before; it has never even crossed my mind. I have always been in the majority wherever I have gone, and here I was thrust into being a minority—completely alone. Another white person there would have helped (besides Josh and my daughter), but there were none. It was not a pleasant feeling, wanting in a way to hide my skin, to want to look like everyone else. Needless to say I was completely out of my comfort zone. A third thing I have learned is how wonderfully nice people can be. I have never been so welcomed before. Whenever I speak of New Hope Baptist Church, it will be to praise them in their kindness and welcome.

Round 5 we'll book the wedding band

Fh and I have a wedding site. On it are pics of us, babyla, stories, info, everything. PLease visit us there at thebeers.ourweddingday.com
Thanks!