Sunday, April 30, 2006

Yard Work

We've finally managed to get the inside of our house so nice that the outside seems crappy in comparison. So this week we, and by we I mean everyone but me, since I had major surgery less than 2 weeks ago, finally got around to removing the death traps in our backyard, and by death traps I mean ponds. (Can you say run-on sentence Becky?) Even Benjamin helped with the digging...

It was a huge job and my fabulous Mom and my husband are officially my heroes. Mom even ordered us some sand and now Benjamin has a huge sandbox to play in. It's so great to be able to let Ben go in our backyard without worrying about him drowning in a sludge-filled pond of death.

Another huge event that occured this week was the final laying to rest of my beloved fish Black Bart, Gil the Thrill, and J.D. (Jynx's Dinner). They have been cryogenically frozen in my freezer for the past 7 years waiting for the perfect resting place to be found. (No Dad, a toilet is NOT a perfect resting place for a much loved and subsequently mourned pet.) I figured, what would make a better grave than an old fish pond for a bunch of old fish? You can see here how heartbroken Glen and my mom were on the occasion of the clearing of dead pets from my frozen food storage facility.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Emotionally Unbalanced

Postpartum hormones are kinda fun in a way. The other day I was talking with Mom and Ang about whether Sam looks like Ben or not. I think he does look a bit like Ben and Mom and Ang disagreed. I started crying. I couldn't stop myself. It was so funny.

Yesterday I had to wait for almost 20 minutes to get a prescription and when the clerk told me the pharmacist wanted to talk to me I cried.

Today Sam's belly button looked a little funny so the health nurse came and took a look at it. She cleaned it a tad rougher than I have been and the stump kinda flipped up. This was so unexpected and freaked me out so badly that I immediately started crying. I even cried telling Glen about how I cried when the health nurse came.

I'm pretty sure I would cry if I ran out of orange juice.

I have to admit I'm kind of enjoying unpredictable nature of my emotions right now. I say unpredictable because it's not like I cry all day. I am mostly feeling fabulous and not even a little sad, but every now and then something will happen and suddenly I have tears running down my face. I think it's fun. "When will Becky cry next?" It amuses me anyways. I'm pretty sure I'm driving my poor mom and Glen a little crazy though. That's okay. Everyone deserves to go a little crazy now and then. Especially new moms.

A meal fit for... My mom.

Mmmm... Meat and toast.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

My Peanut

It's official. I'm smitten. Samuel is finally here and I get to fall in love all over again. This is him, and I can hardly stand how precious he is! He's been doing some nude tanning lately to get rid of a teeny bit of jaundice. That boy loves the sun. He should even be able to keep up with his Aunty Ang when it comes to sun worshipping!

Anyways... He has a temporary blogspot at, I'm hoping to change the address soon, so if you go there and he's missing just check the link on my page and that should take you to the new address. (Long story...) Don't expect much for a while since I am still pretty tired and pretty busy. All I can say is thank the Lord for my wonderful mother who is here dancing the hokey pokey with Benjamin even as I type this. She sure has a lot of energy for someone who just cleaned the whole house this morning... I'm so glad she's here. I wish I could keep her forever, but I'm thinking my dad might have something to say about that?

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Back By Popular Demand

You asked for it. More baby pictures! Introducing the Samuel John Willems slide show...

Let's start with a picture of the proud father -- what a strapping young lad! (Hey, if I'm the one blogging I get to brag a little, don't I?)

Alright, alright. Here's what you want to see:

So. What did Samuel's day consist of? Well, he did some sleeping ...

And some peeking out at the world ...

Let's recap. Sleeping ...

And peeking out at the world.

All in all, a very productive day for a one-day old. And what's Benjamin been up to all this time? Well ...

'Nuff said.

If all goes well, the doctors should release Becky and Sam tomorrow around noon. After that, Becky will no doubt promptly change her blog password so I can't screw up her site anymore. (Shamefully, I must issue a correction of the previous blog: Samuel weighs 7 (not 8) pounds and 15 ounces. You will note this oversight has since been corrected.)

And so to my adoring public, I now issue a fond farewell. Adieu!

Christmas Comes Early

Well, God certainly set the stage for our new baby. Here's our house just prior to going to the hospital.

And on this Christmasy day, here is the gift God gave us!

He was born at 1:31pm on April 18. He weighs 7 pounds, 15 ounces and was 21 inches tall. Becky was conscious through the whole birth and I (Glen) even got to witness the actual birth. It was very exciting!

Our little boy (we're still fine tuning his full name) slept most of the day, although we couldn't. It was hard not to want to hold him all day! Even Ben couldn't get enough.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to see my little miracle again!

Monday, April 17, 2006

The big D-day/C-day/B-day!

D-day: "In military parlance, D-Day is a term often used to denote the day on which a combat attack or operation is to be initiated." (That about sums it up...)

C-day: In Becky talk, C-day is the term used to designate the day on which she will be sliced open or "c-sected" while her husband stands around completely unsliced and comfortable.

B-day: The day on which a brand new baby boy will be born, thus rendering the above mentioned slicing so worthwhile!

I think I would be more excited if I wasn't so sad about not being only Benjamin's Mommy any more... I've cried three times today already and I'll probably cry some more. Don't get me wrong. I'm more than ready for this baby to get here. I'm ready to hold him. I know all of the reasons why it will be okay, but that doesn't make it any easier to leave Ben at home while I go to the hospital to change his life forever... forever... FOREVER! (Insert dramatic music here.)

The blessed event should occur sometime tomorrow afternoon. It's absolutely fabulous to know in advance! I am loving it. I hate suspense and surprises of any kind so this whole planned c-section thing is working for me. Johnny wants to know if I'm nervous and I have to admit... Not even a little. I just want to get to the good stuff now. I hate waiting around and it's finally over... over... OVER! (More dramatic music.)

Time to go cuddle my little Ben for a while and then try to make myself sleep. This is seriously worse than Christmas. It's a good thing I already know what kind of present I'm getting, or I don't think there'd be any chance I could sleep tonight! I'll talk to you when I get home!

P.S. Stay tuned for pics, etc. posted by Glen.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Another Quiz... But this one has Josh in it!

It's no wonder I like that Heather Epp girl so much...

At Easter

I love this song. I wish I could find a link so that all of you could listen to it. If you're the type of person who can download songs then you should do it. If you're the type of person who can't, then you are missing out... Seriously. I've always wanted to sing this song at a Good Friday service, but I still can't listen to it without crying, so I guess it will have to wait a bit longer.

Nichole Nordeman

We rode into town the other day
Just me and my Daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide

We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes

So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though He's gonna cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die?"

Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And Daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide

So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross

And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"

"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why.
She is why You must die"

I love Easter so much. Easter celebrations always move my soul in a way that no other time of year does. Good Friday and Easter really help to refresh in my mind and heart how much God gave me and how much He must love me. I need to have a holiday set aside that brings me back to that moment when my heart was changed forever. I need to be brought back to that place of wonder and gratitude for a gift that lifted me from destruction and despair. Maybe it's just me, but sometimes it seems easy to take "getting saved" for granted. Sometimes I can start to feel like the person I am today is just who I am, that my life would have turned out this way no matter what, but that's not the truth. The truth is, I would be so completely lost and probably even dead. Depression and anger would have finished me off a long time ago without God to pick up the pieces of my life. If I didn't have Jesus to run to when I hate myself more than anything, when I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror, when everything I do turns out wrong... I would have no hope. But I do have Jesus to run to, and it's not because I did anything right. It's because He chose to give His life for mine and isn't that just incredible? Now if I could just hold on to that...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Let's just clarify...

Okay people, apparently my sense of humor is either too lame or too advanced for most of you. (Incuding, apparently, Glen himself.) Since I still have people talking to me about hearing Ben say Mummy for the first time, I think you need to know that not only can he say Mummy, but he's been able to say it since he was around seven months old. (I checked his baby journal just to make sure I'm not lying.) He's almost two for crying out loud! It would be pretty scary if he couldn't say a little word like Mummy... Especially since he says things like, "I'm coming to see you," and "Put it in there," and "There's trees out there," on a consistent basis.

Another common misconception related to the previous post has been that Benjamin wanders around here wanting Glen all day and I was wishing he'd say Mummy once in a while instead of Dada. Not true. While he does inquire "Dada? Where'd he go?" every now and then, he says Mummy often enough to satisfy me, and frankly, I probably miss Glen more than Ben does.

So, anyways, on to the explanation of what I really meant... Let's start this off with a picture of Glen and the hair that I believe was the driving force behind this dippy debacle...

For a while now one of Benjamin's favorite things has been to carry around pictures of Glen and me while frequently shouting out, "Mummy! Dada!" For some reason, even if we are right beside him, it is very exciting to have a portable version of us that he can hold in his hands. So, the other day when he wandered up to me saying "Dada, Dada!" I assumed he had found yet another picture of Glen and was bringing it to me. (At the time I was still putting away all of the stuff I had sorted and he had been very keen on making a nuisance of himself by un-putting-away all of my neatly organized treasures.) To my amusement, instead of the predicted picture of Glen, he had brought me a picture of Hugh Grant staring in Notting Hill. Apparently, Benjamin couldn't tell the difference between the two of them. Sadly, instead of rejoicing with Benjamin over being aquainted with a movie star, my mind immediately jumped to jealousy mode. Why couldn't I look enough like Julia Roberts that Ben would be tricked into thinking it was me smiling at him from the Notting Hill VHS? Why, oh why, couldn't he have said "Mummy?"

And... Just so you know... I phoned Ang and had her preview the post and she got my joke right away... I thought everyone would get it.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Why, oh why, couldn't he have said "Mummy?"

Ben just finished taking all of our videos off of the new shelves I set up this weekend. (Again) Then he wandered over to where I am sewing new curtains for the bedroom saying, "Dadas? Dadas?" and handed me the case for my Notting Hill VHS...

Friday, April 07, 2006

Just call me McGrumpy

Some Things That Are Ticking Me Off:

  • Taxes. Every year I make a mistake on my first attempt and every year when I redo my work it ends up that I get less than my first try led me to believe. Why, oh why can't it ever end up that I get more than I first expected? It's such a let down. Also, every year I get to see all my student loan tax credits go to waste because even though Glen is paying my student loans and the interest that goes with it, he can't claim it as a tax credit. He can only claim what he pays for his loans, and since I don't make any money, my credits are wasted. And I have lots. LOTS.
  • Painting. People who know me will be surprised by this because I usually love to paint. However, this basement job has been nothing but one frustration after another. Hor instance, today I found out that my second coat is a totally different color than the first coat because the first coat was a tinted can of "deep base" and the second coat was a tinted can of "white" paint. Crappin' crapper crap crap. I was hoping to get away with not doing a second coat around the edges and now I have to because the edges are a completely different color. And this is stucco people. Do you know how hard it is to edge around a ceiling when the walls are stucco? It's hard.
  • Yorkton. Yorkton Walmart in particular. The paint section of Yorkton Walmart in particularly particular particularness. I don't know what the hoink is going on down there, but for some reason every time (like once every other day for the past two weeks) I go to pick up something they are out of it. How can Walmart run out of primer? And more importantly... How can they run out of primer, promise to call me when it gets in, and then when I go down there for paint (which they are out of) and find the primer they never called me about how can they say something as dumb as "Don't ask me! I just work here!" Are you kidding me? That's exactly why I should ask you, you stinkin' Yorkton maniac. Because you work there! Argh. Arrrrrrgh!
  • Yorkton. Yorkton Canadian Tire in particular. Since I can't get paint at stoinkin' Walmart I have to pay extra and get it at Crappy Tire. This wouldn't bug me so much except for the fact that I can't get it there either. They're closed for inventory. Of course, this would never happen in Saskatoon, because stores in sensible places like Saskatoon do their inventory at night when the store is regularly closed. Yorkton likes to make all those tiny little daily chores just a bit more difficult for the fun of it.
  • Yorkton. Yorkton Public Swimming Pool in particular. Every other pool I've ever been to allows parents to ride with their children down a waterslide. So, of course, Yorkton's fancy new pool has strict rules forbidding parents to ride with their children. The reason? Safety. Apparently here in Yorkton it's safer for kids to plunge helter skelter down a flooded slide all by themselves than it is for them to slowly ride to the bottom on their parents laps. It must have something to do with our repulsive hard water.
  • The taste in your mouth you get from eating boiled hotdogs for supper every time you burp for the rest of the evening.
  • Survivor. Every season I start watching and hope that for once good will triumph over evil and every season I have to watch as week after week the only people who seem to survive are the idiots and the jerks. (Don't bother reminding me of the Rob and Amber season right now, I'm ranting.) Eventually, I even come to despise the nice people because they can't get their acts together until it is too late and they're doomed, and by that time I'm happy to see them go because they have made me mad by making one stupid decision after another. You may ask: Why don't you just stop watching it you nut job? Because I have to find out what happens, that's why. I can't explain why I need to know, but I do. I wish I was like Ang and I could just stop watching once all the hot guys are gone, but I can't stop watching.
    1. That's all for now. I should probably go to bed before I think of something else to make me even madder.

      Thursday, April 06, 2006

      Hot Cha Cha

      K. This post may be totally inappropriate, but that's too bad. Sometimes I'm inappropriate. (Mostly when I'm with Ang actually, you can ask anyone.)

      The other night Ang and I were talking about Grey's Anatomy and we got on the topic of the hottest scenes we've ever seen on film. Here are my top four "Oh Man That's So Hot, Glen Let's Go to Bed Early Tonight" moments in no particular order. (Sorry Dad.)

      Grey's Anatomy: When Christina and Dr. Burke have their first kiss... Oh man. The way he just grabs her out of nowhere PLUS the fact that he's just so beautiful without his shirt... Hot.

      The Saint: After Simon, Val Kilmer, gets drenched in an ice cold river he and whoever the girl was... Elisabeth Shue? ... End up in this secret room in an apartment and she uses her body heat to warm him up cause he's all hypothermic. That is one good scene.

      Princess Bride: At the very beginning of the movie Westly fetches a pitcher for Buttercup and says, "As you wish" while giving her this look... Oh man, steamy.

      Superman: In the first Superman movie there is this scene where Lex Luther puts a chain with Kryptonite around Superman's neck and pushes him into a pool to drown. Lex's secretary Miss Tessmacher comes along and pulls him out of the pool, but before she takes off the Kryptonite necklace she kisses him. I don't know why I think having a Superhero at your mercy is hot, but I do.

      I tag Ang, cause she's really the driving force behind my inappropriate side. Show me what you got hussy.

      When Did This Happen?

      I'm not sure when it happened. Somewhere along the way I stopped caring though. I remember promising myself in high school that I would always dress "in style" and I would never "let myself go"... And here I sit:

      I think it would be fair to say I've let myself go. I think it would also be fair to say I don't give a crap. There was a time when I would never have even allowed myself to be photographed like this. Now I take the picture myself because I think it's funny. It's currently my display picture on MSN.

      Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't go out in public like this. In public I like to wear my tapered Mom Jeans with the elastic waste and cheap white running shoes. I usually manage to wash my face and comb my hair a little better than you see here, but the other day I went out and when I got home I noticed a big glob of white paint on my nose that looked like a huge puss-filled zit. When did I stop even checking in the mirror to make sure I look presentable? I don't know. All I know is something is elementally different about who I am now and who I was even five years ago. I know for a fact I look like I belong on a show like "What Not To Wear." The sad thing is that I'm not one of those people who just doesn't see how bad things have gotten. I see it.

      I've known for a long time that I'd rather be dumb and gorgeous than smart and ugly, cause if you're dumb and gorgeous you're to dumb to know you're dumb, but if you're smart and ugly you know you're ugly. (Plus I think that dumb people just generally have happier lives because they are too dumb to be unsatisfied... But now I'm rambling... What was I saying? Oh yeah...) I may not consider myself smart and ugly, but I think it would be fair to say I'm stylish and out of style, which equates to almost the same thing. Seriously.

      Anyways... There's no real point to this post except to wonder how this happened. I don't really care that it did. It's just funny how all those things that seemed like they'd always be important stop being important and suddenly you see a picture of yourself that you chose to take and then display staring at you wearing alien glasses, paint, and PJ's.

      The only other thing I have to say is, poor Glen.

      Saturday, April 01, 2006

      It's A Girl!

      Last night Becky's water broke at around 2am and, after dropping Ben at a friends, we rushed to the hospital... And it's a girl! Hannah was safely delivered at 7:20 this morning and Becky is feeling fine. I'll write more later, right now I am under strict instructions to bring Benjamin to her as quickly as possible with "no doddling"... I thought you'd all like to know.