Blog Stalking

Do you Blog stalk? I do.
I love to read blogs. I read the blogs of friends I know as well as some of their friends too. All of the people I stalk I do know. Just not as well as the person I am actually going to the blog for.
Partly I do this because I love to read and catch up even if it's just a small snippet in to a life. Partly I do it out of habit- I don't have solitaire on the new Mac so I HAVE to do something as a time waster!
Then do you get upset when one of the friends does not post anything new? In over a month?
I know I am not enabling you all to be blog stalkers because I can't figure out how to add you all as links on the blog yet. But just wait- once I get John on it and you have links to others- Watch out!

9 Month info for MISS G is coming soon. Check back in tomorrow- I know I will!

Quote

This is a quote I'm thinking about today.

Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem more afraid of life than death.
- James F. Byrnes


Um... I guilty. Especially in the: "I want my baby to be safe" kind of thing. How do you balance security and safety with learning and pain? I know I can't prevent the pain, but can we just tone it down a bit?

What do you think? Are you settling for security instead of opportunity? Are you more fearful of the living?
I'm reminded of my mom's favorite movie- Auntie Mame (the good one with Rosalind Russell- NOT Lucille Ball)
She said "Live! Life's a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!"

Who can relate?

Hey even if your not a mom, you had one. Laugh at this!!!!

She's Mobile

That's some Hair

Have you seen Gianna's hair? I'm thinking it's from the 12% more on her father's side!

Google and me

So have you heard the new apple nano advertisement? I have and I begged John to look up the song. Because well, it was catchy and I liked it. So your welcome because here it is!

Feist

Gianna woke up exceptionally early this morning- 3:30 and 5:30. But today she did NOT go back to sleep! Why is it when you think that babies will "make up" for sleep that they don't? Gianna is a solid 1 hour napper. It is a RARE occasion that she will go longer. So today I'm trying to convince her that she needs more sleep.

Here is pic of Gianna and a friend that's part of the co-op. Yes, it's going great.

Proud Papa

Going to church is always a big, fun, exciting time. I really love worship, the sermon and now I can add one more thing to my Sundays. Charissa dresses Gianna so well. And with this well dressed, pretty girl, I get to run around church and show her off. How does this all work, you ask... I shall describe to you pride in its purest form......

I am in the lobby of our church talking to a friend when this vision of beauty catches my eye. Its clear from the smile, graceful walk, and radiance it is my wife. She too is always gorgeous. In her arms is a baby. No, no, not just a baby. This is the always smiling, ready to party, everyone is a friend kind of baby. She is in her sailor suit her grandmother bought for her and looking quite nice.

Now as she enters the lobby not only do I feel excited about the two beautiful women in my life approaching but my ears pick up whispering. "Look at that cute baby." "Awwwww. " "Now that is adorable." Soon the whispering is matched by pointing and gawking. She is the buzz. Strangers now come up to tell us how cute she is. "The cutest outfit ever." "She always looks so good." "Can I hold her?" Gianna now rewards her onlookers with a smile gift to each of them as a 'Thank you' for there compliments and well wishes.

But the admiration train does not end here. No, Dad must get more out of this. So onward to Sunday School we go. By passing the nursery with quickness we go to where our friends are and hopefully more oncoming traffic of enthusiast. One class leaves as the other enters. A perfect spot to perch, as if by coincidence, and await the gazes and drooling. For she is a little girl. And even her toes send people into putty. With this personality to compliment the dress she is officially the worlds perfect baby. And I, I hold the proof. They now pour out of the room "running into us" and saying how lovely she looks. The masses now began to grow and we are the source of the blocked hallway. Praises rain down and what she does not soak up I then gather in. Charissa is catching up now, for she is in the middle of real conversations. But not I. No this is the highlight of my week.

Sadly it is now time for Sunday school to start. So I hand Gianna back to Charissa to go to the nursery. I know my show off time went very well and with my smile as big as the door I step into the room.

After we come home we talk about what we learned. I put Gianna down for her nap and then realize I have to wait 6 and 1/2 more days to do it again.