Singing

One morning on the way to the sitter last week, Elinore had a 30ish minute meltdown of tears and screaming because I dared to sing along to the radio and her music in the car! 

She informed me I was allowed to whistle, so I did for a song, but man, that's hard to keep up with for long!

Then I switched to humming.  She told me that was the most annoying sound and she didn't want to hear that ever again!

I didn't stop singing; I enjoyed it!  I told it was a way to praise God as we listened to Christian radio and her Bible Songs CD. 

Frozen Sing-a-long

Caden is continuing his fascination with the music from Frozen.  We rarely go on a car ride where we doesn't request it.  (Caleb on the other hand is over it and doesn't want to listen, which don't worry, we get it bud!)  Caden has really continued to learn the words too.  As we're driving along he's singing along word for word to nearly every track.  And he's not shy about it in the car with us!

November Thankfulness - Installment 4

I'm back again for another installment.

Day 7:
I'm thankful for a reliable car to get me where I need to be and in comfort too.  I used to drive everywhere; then I met Keith, and he started doing all the driving, well most of it anyway.  When I went back to school it was a bit of an adjustment driving 30 miles one way to school nearly twice a week, so with that commute, plus all my other errands around town, I'm thankful for a reliable car with a working radio and comfort amenities.  Bonus thankful, it's fully paid for. 

Day 8:
Vacation days, because let's face it, working full time, isn't always the most fun all the time.  They are sanity savers, especially when spent with darling little boys.

Day 9:
I'm thankful for pie.  More specifically my ability to bake pie, don't get me wrong, I love to eat pie too.  I find something soothing about baking.  It's great stress relief.  Four pies last night, made me feel satisfied. 

Day 10:
Today, I'm thankful for music.  I drove home from school tonight with the radio loud.  I sang along loudly, and that made me happy.

Daddy's Singing

My husband and I danced to Edwin McCain's I'll Be on our wedding day, and it has been ever since one of our songs.  The other(s) maybe more embarassing than I'm ready to share!

I have my phone set to a clip of this song for my ringtone when hubby calls me.  The boys have picked up on the ringtone and are always announcing "Daddy's calling!"

Today, while we're snowed in, the song came on the radio. 

The boys ran to me in the kitchen saying "Daddy's singing!  Where's Daddy, he's on the radio!"

This makes my hectic work at home, mommying, puppy mommying, laundry doing, snow day not so bad.  It may have even helped put a different perspective on it. 

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Today is also my 200th post!  I started blogging February 27, 2010, almost a year ago.  I started blogging to deal with our failed pregnancy.  I needed an outlet, and I needed to find people like me.  I also had a story to tell, which I have told in time, and that didn't come with ease.  But I put myself out there, and I've found people to relate to.  Blogging has lead me to other blogs and twitter, and an amazing community that help keep me sane thanks to you followers!

Where are you now?

This morning after my yoga class, I was getting showered and ready for work in the locker room when I heard this song playing for the first time.  I really enjoyed it and wanted to share with you all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4BIJIfe8UA

I love the whole song, but there are parts of it that really just speak to me.

Where are you now?

To my favorite teacher
told me never give up
To my fifth grade crush
Who I thought I really loved
To the guys I've missed and the girls we've kissed
Where are you now

To my ex-best friends
Don't know how we grew apart
To my favorite band
Sing along in my car
To the face I see in my memory
Where are you now

Where are you now?
Cause I'm thinking of you
You showed me how
How to live like I do
If it wasn't for you
I would never be who I am
 
To my first girlfriend
I thought for sure was the one
To my last girlfriend
Sorry that I screwed it up
To the ones I loved
Didn't show it enough
Where are you now

Where are you now
Cause I'm thinking of you
You showed me how
How to live like I do
If it wasn't for you
I would never be who I am

I know we'll never see those days again
And things will never be that way again
But that's just how it goes
People change but I know
I won't forget you
 
To the ones who came
Who we're there from the start
To the love that left
And took a piece of my heart
To the few who'd swear
They'd never go anywhere
Where are you now?

Where are you now?
Cause I'm thinking of you
You showed me how
How to live like I do
If it wasn't for you
I would never be how I am
If it wasn't for you
I would never be who I am
If it wasn't for you
I'd be nothing
Where are you now?

Lotion, lotion

My husband has created his own song.  He sings it to the boys after every bath when they're getting lotion applied.  All three of them sing it now with excitement.  It's a glorious thing to listen to and watch.  It goes something like this:

Lotion, lotion, I've got the lotion!
Put that body into the motion!

Lotion, lotion, Daddy's got the lotion!

Lotion, lotion, I've got the lotion!
Put that body into the motion!
Lotion, lotion, Daddy's got the lotion!

I'd video and post it, but I doubt my husband will allow that!

Where's the line to see Jesus?

This morning in church, the Pastor played this video as a part of the sermon.  

I don't think it needs any further words.

Our Wedding Music

 Our first wedding anniversary is coming up, as I mentioned before, so I thought I'd share a post about our wedding planning, not matter how poorly it was done!

Every one commented on how calm, cool, and collected I was, which is SO unusual for me considering most of the time I'm pretty high-strung!  But I had this philosophy that served me VERY well on my wedding day.  "I've planned enough, not nearly as much as some, but it was enough, and if something happens, so what, we'll make it work.  In the end, as long as I'm married to my husband and we have our family, what else matters!?"  Looking back I can't believe I wasn't more nervous as there were like 300 people at our wedding!

I stupidly waiting until nearly the last minute to organize music.  One of my good friends from college, however, was going to be able to sing for us.  I had known a girl in high school that I knew could play the piano very well, and although she couldn't help us, she offered the talents of her older brother!  We trusted them enough to make some of their own selections and go with it to fill the time. 

Mere weeks before the wedding my singing friend calls, she can sing.  She's got a role in a musical that is performing, which is her dream job!  Ok, so we'll just have piano music, no biggie, other than being sad that my good friend wouldn't be able to attend our wedding!

THEN, not a week later, our pianist calls.  He broke his hand.  He can't play.

Crap.

Disney recordings here we come.

The Old Apartment

I never thought I'd miss living in our old apartment. 

I wish someone had told me "you're gonna miss this."

It was small, very small.  There were 5 of us living in a small two bedroom, one bathroom apartment before we moved into our house.  The only bathroom we had was on the second floor.  We had three boys sharing one bedroom.  We had no air conditioning, we had a kitchen the that has about as much counter top as the length of my arm, carpet through out the entire place, and lots of other assorted weird things to it.  Who really wants carpet in the bathroom, kitchen, and dinning room!?  Especially with 3 little boys!

I hated living there.  I couldn't wait until we were officially looking to buy our first house.

And now, after living here for over a year, I miss it sometimes.

I miss the lack of responsibility that comes with an apartment.  I miss the lazy afternoons spent on the couch because there was no yard work to do, and the cleaning was able to be finished in just a short amount of time since it was so small!

I miss nap time with the boys when they went down for a nap, so did we.  Or we went to the bedroom anyway to relax together.  We hardly ever used the living room.  We had a disgusting old used couch that most of the time, I refused to sit on it was so yucky.  So once the kids went to bed, we went to the bedroom, and we may have both been on separate computers or doing completely different things, but we were there together.  Now we're scatter in different rooms, trying to get stuff done. 

When we lived in that apartment, I lived by the song lyrics below.  And now that we've moved into a spacious 4 bedroom ranch, I truly appreciate the meaning of the song.  I love my house, but there is something freeing about the lack of responsibility of apartment life. 

I made it a point this weekend, to talk my husband into spending our Sunday afternoon nap time snuggling in our bed and talking.  I don't think I could have been much happier in that moment.  (Well, unless nap time had lasted a little longer!)


"Little Houses" by Doug Stone
A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right.

Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this. 

There's a Hole in the Bucket

If you listen to kids music on some kind of basis you may have heard this song, but I think it is absolutely ridiculous.  More of my commentary below after you review the lyrics!

Prepare for the dumbest kid song ever:

 

There's a hole in the bucket,

Dear Liza, dear Liza

There's a hole in the bucket,

Dear Liza, there's a hole.

Then fix it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

Then fix it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, fix it.

With what shall I fix it,

Dear Liza, dear Liza?

With what shall I fix it,

Dear Liza, with what?

With a straw, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

With a straw, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, with a straw.

But the straw is too long,

Dear Liza, dear Liza

But the straw is too long,

Dear Liza, too long

Then cut it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

Then cut it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, cut it.

With what shall I cut it,

Dear Liza, dear Liza?

With what shall I cut it,

Dear Liza, with what?

With an axe, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

With an axe, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, an axe.

The axe is too dull,

Dear Liza, dear Liza

The axe is too dull,

Dear Liza, too dull

Then sharpen it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

Then sharpen it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, sharpen it.

With what shall I sharpen it,

Dear Liza, dear Liza?

With what shall I sharpen it,

Dear Liza, with what?

With a stone, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

With a stone, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, a stone.

The stone is too dry,

Dear Liza, dear Liza

The stone is too dry,

Dear Liza, too dry

Then wet it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

Then wet it, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, wet it.

With what shall I wet it,

Dear Liza, dear Liza?

With what shall I wet it,

Dear Liza, with what?

With water, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

With water, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, with water.

How shall I get it,

Dear Liza, dear Liza,

How shall I get it,

Dear Liza, how shall I?

In the bucket, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, dear Henry

In the bucket, dear Henry,

Dear Henry, in the bucket.

There's a hole in the bucket. 


 I think this song is completely nuts! I know kid's songs can border on weird sometimes, but I take a real issue with this one!  I mean what is it really trying to teach your kids?  You can't do anything without being told?  You don't have to think your way through your problems?  And it's just so aggrivating!

The one thing the song did get spot on, the woman is the one with the know-how!  :)