Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Once Again... I can't resist.

I feel like I've been posting way too often lately. It's all quantity over quality stuff too, but I got this cartoon from Aunty Carol and it's my favorite so here it is...

Ha ha. Makes me laugh every time I look at it. I must also point out the absense of Christmas decorations. Even Peter Peter is sane enough to know putting pumpkins with baby Jesus is crossing some kind of line.

Now. No more new posts... Until tomorrow at LEAST! I've gotta start pacing myself.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Silent Night, Holyween Night

Please tell me that I am not the only one who thinks this is a little nutters. No wait... Please tell me that I am not the only one who thinks this is completely, outrageously, keeping-dead-pets-in-your-deep-freeze nutters. (And you thought it just happened in cartoon world...)

Ben Goes To The Dentist: Part Two

Okay. Contrary to what Ben might tell you, it wasn't that bad. Ben started crying as soon as we walked into the office. Apparently the sight of people sitting in a room with just a whole bunch of chairs makes him feel the same way it makes me feel. What do you say to your toddler when he begs you, "No guy, no guy!" over and over? Do you lie and tell him there's no guy? I don't know what you do, but I did. Do I regret it in this moment of peace and calmness? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.

Anyways, he does have the start of two cavities on his front teeth, but the dentist doesn't recommend doing anything with them at this point since apparently fillings don't stick to baby teeth very well. We'll go back next year at around the same time... Sigh. I am a teeth freak and knowing Ben has cavities is gonna drive me batty. Oh well, it's over. Now all I am left with is the guilt that comes from knowing I didn't brush his teeth enough.

Ben Goes To The Dentist: Part One

My stomach is churning. My palms are sweating. I've got that shaky feeling like I've just sat down for a job interview.

Ben has his very first dentist appointment today. Actually, it's in about half an hour. I am not predicting it will go well.

The kid freaks out when he gets a haircut. This is going to be brutal.

He hates it when we brush his teeth. We have to pin him down. As a result of this we don't brush his teeth as often as we should, so on top of dreading Ben's reaction to being pinned down in a chair while a stranger pokes around in his mouth, I am also dreading the diagnosis. A friend of mine recently took her 3 year old for his first appointment and the kid has 5 cavities that will have to be filled while her little guy is rendered unconscious with anesthetic. Oh the horror. I have mentioned how I feel about anesthetic in the past and the thought of Ben being put under... Deep breaths Becky, deep breaths.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

It's Blogtacular!

Since I've never been afraid of tooting my own horn I think you all need to know that I fancied up Shirley's blog. Go take a look. Toot toot!

Message From Ben To Dada

I watched the black guy all by myself. It wasn't the same.
How bout... You come home?

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Just a little scribble in Your hand...

The other day I finally had our basement all clean and nice. I even washed down all of Ben's toys and organized them. I love it when I can get everything exactly how I want it. Sadly, while I had my back turned, Ben helped himself to a Jiffy marker from a desk drawer and proceeded to quietly decorate some toys, his tent, and a chair we had just bought. It's no wonder that I often find myself saying to Glen, "Why can't we have anything nice? Why does everything I like get wrecked?" Because I have kids and I'm clumsy, that's why.

I think that's why I like my blog so much. Even before I fancied it all up it was a place where I could have things how I wanted them. I can tweak and fiddle with my posts all I like and no one can mess with them. I can say exactly what I want to say, most of the time, and spell check too. Sometimes... Now try not to judge me... Sometimes I publish and re-publish my posts over and over till they are just right. I don't like it when a paragraph ends with only one or two words on the last line like


...So if any of my paragraphs end like that I go back into the post and I shorten or lengthen them till it looks nice. (I told you, don't judge me.) Then, I can leave my blog and come back later and all of my paragraphs are still there just how I left them. No child with a Jiffy marker can come along and do this to it:

I love that. I also love that I get to talk. I'm big on talking, as anyone who knows me knows, and being a stay at home mommy doesn't provide very many opportunities for adult conversation. Most of my conversations during the day sound a lot like this:

"Don't take the toy from Sammy, give it back. Do you want to play dinosaurs with me? Let's put the dinosaur in this car and he can go for a drive. Raaaaaa! The dinosaur is driving! You drive the car. The dinosaur can come in the car with you. No, Daddy can't come in the car. Daddy is at work. No, we don't have any candy Ben. No Ben, you can't have any candy. It's all gone. There's no candy in the kitchen. Fine. Go look."

Sometimes it is so easy to feel like you have lost your real voice, like you've lost your ability to impact the world and make yourself heard. Oh sure, I've heard all of the things people like Oprah say about parenting being the most important job on earth, but you try and tell that to a mom who just spent an hour pretending she is a puppy or convincing her toddler to stop pouring bath water all over the bathroom floor.

I think that's why there are so many mommy blogs out there. We still have things to say. They might not be very profound most of the time, but it's still nice to put them out there. And the best part of all... They'll still be there tomorrow. All lined up and pretty. What could be better?

Now. Time to publish this sucker, check my paragraphs, and then publish it all over again. Incidentally, I am aware of the fact that my blog will look different on different computers. I don't care. As long as it looks good on my computer, I'm happy. Mostly.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

My 100th Post

I missed my 100th post. I never even noticed that it was my 100th post and I missed the chance to throw a party or something for my posts. Shirley was here yesterday and she wants to fancy up her template for her 100th post, and I realized that I never noticed my 100th post had come and gone. So I figure it's better late than never, and in honor of my 100th post I am gonna re-post my 100th post. I counted up all of my posts up and imagine my surprise when the following post turned out to be my 100th post. I think this post is actually a fairly good representation of a typical post here at alittlestone. So here is my 100th post. (I wanted to say post 100 times in this post, but so far I have only said post 17 times. So the post joke isn't working out as well as I hoped it would... 18. What can you do?)


2 Random Thoughts

1. I love putting through the first 2 loads of laundry. There are no clothes to take out of the dryer and there's no folding to do yet. After that laundry just goes downhill for me.

2. I just touched one of the gross bugs in our basement with my bare finger. Usually I pick them up with a kleenex, but somehow the kleenex slipped this time and I touched it. You gotta figure it's gonna happen after picking up over 20 of the disgusting things in ONE DAY! I'm still freaking out a bit here. Oh look, there's another...

Post Script: (19) By the way... I was doing laundry today and I still really love putting in the first load. It rocks. Also, yesterday while the aforementioned Shirley was here I found and squished one of those bugs crawling on the ceiling. There goes my theory that they can't climb... Sigh. Another shattered illusion. Or delusion? Whichever. It's shattered.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Yoiks that took long.

Well, it's finally up and running. Benjamin has a new home and I think I am officially tired of fussing with templates. On the upside I have noticed that I seem to be smarter than when I started all of this... As far as all the computering goes anyways... I wouldn't say I was smarter overall, especially since the part that took the longest amount of time was picking the colors. Uhhh... Green? Or how about green? Maybe I'll try... Green. (Ho man. Don't try counting all of the grammar errors in that paragraph. It boggles the mind.)

Anyways, to go with his new look he has a new address:
And I'm done.

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

Once again, it's time for one of my very favorite Christmas traditions. Operation Christmas Child is collecting shoe boxes filled with toys in your area. If you don't know where to go or how to pack a box then click this link and you can find a drop off center close to you! Time is running short so get yourself down to Walmart and go shopping. If you don't feel like it then make sure you watch this video for some motivation. Just to further inspire you, or guilt trip you, I'm not above using guilt, here is a picture of Glen's and my Christmas gifts...

See? We did it. If we can do it, you can do it. It's so easy and you get to shop and just think... Those two boxes are going to be in the hands of childen who might have never had Christmas presents before. I can just picture them in their fancy new hats...

Friday, October 20, 2006

I can't hold it in any longer.

I've been waiting for permission to do this. I've been wanting to post this picture for a while now, but I thought I should wait, till I got an email today with a new blog address for me to visit and the very picture that I've been longing to post was on it:

Look at that baby! Look at that mommy! Aren't they just so beautiful you want to cry??? For those of you who don't recognize the mommy in this picture, she is my dear friend Angela McMurray (formerly Kasper) who I met in 1993, during my first summer working at Redberry Bible Camp. Here she is again with her amazing husband Todd(ler) and the newest addition to their family, little Truan Just McMurray. He was born on October 5 after only an hour of labor and some frantic driving to the hospital. I can't imagine Angerama having a baby any other way actually.

I thought that there would be some of you out there who would like to see these pictures and a link to Truan's blog. It's a good one. Let me tantalize you with my favorite quote from Truan's first post, as he shared his feelings about his first day of life outside the womb... "I was getting turned over more than the football at Rider games." Good stuff.

I hope Ang forgives me for going ahead with this even though I never got an official go ahead... I have just been bursting with joy for days and couldn't wait to share the news any longer!

Some days.

Some days you wonder why you bother picking up anything.
Some days you ask yourself why you bothered making lunch when you know your kids aren't going to eat more than one or two bites.
Some days you think you'll go nuts if you have to watch Hurry Up Franklin even one. more. time.
Some days you have a very clear understanding of how shaken baby syndrome happens.
Some days you wish you could get in your car alone and drive for a long time.

Not me... Of course not me... Other people probably do... But never me.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Ha ha.

Ever notice how at this time of year you can walk down an aisle at Walmart and the Halloween stuff is on one side and the Christmas stuff is on the other? I hate that. On so many levels. I never thought I'd think it was funny till Aunty Carol sent me this cartoon. I particularly like the Pilgrim ghost... Ha ha. He's going to shoot himself a big fat turkey. (Or protect his trick or treating stash from the savages.)

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Wife-ish. I feel house wife-ish.

I don't know why, but doing laundry makes me feel like a house wife. Cleaning doesn't do it for me. Watching the kids doesn't do it for me. Cooking dinner doesn't do it for me. Even Oprah and bon bons doesn't do it for me. For some reason the act of putting things through the laundry and then folding them, and occasionally even putting them away, makes me feel like a traditional 1950's housewife, only without the high heels and the lipstick.

Oh, and in the grand tradition of Marc, this one time only, I am giving a star to the person who can identify the television show I miss-quoted in my title.

Time for some fluff.

LogoThere is:
person with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

I found this little bit of fluff on Becky's site... It got me to thinking... I wonder... Prepare yourselves, this is gonna be deep... I wonder how many of me there are in Canada. And also, I looked up Glen's name and there is only one of him in the states too. I wonder... Get ready for it... I wonder if they are married? Wouldn't that be freaky? I wonder if at least they know eachother cause they might you know. There aren't that many Willems out there. We're the only Willems in all of Yorkton. I'd think it was awesome except that since people here already walk around in a constant state of confusion, trying to spell out our last name is often a very frustrating endeavor. I looked up Dad's name too, and Ang's. There's a crap load of John Braun's in the States, and I bet there are way more in Canada. Way more. Someone with a whole bunch of time on their hands and excellent surfing skills should find a Canadian version of this thing.

In other news... I have decided to stop giving Ben drinking boxes. He always ends up taking the straw out and squirting the juice everywhere. It fills me with rage. Seriously.

Also, I now have whatever Ben and Sam had last week. I am hoping it will kick start my weight loss program nicely.


My pastor and his wife are having a stinker of a week. They were good friends with Shantelle so of course they took a trip to Moose Jaw for her funeral. Then this morning Harv's dad had a heart attack and now they need to make a trip to Winnipeg. So send a prayer their way okay?

Sunday, October 15, 2006

How come?

A while ago... A long while ago... I mentioned a friend of a friend who had been diagnosed with a very serious form of cancer. Shantelle and her husband Jo are the pastoral couple of an MB church in Moose Jaw. When she was first diagnosed the doctors told her she probably wouldn't live for more than a day or two, but she did. She lived, and she fought, and she loved and praised God through a whole year of living and fighting. This summer she took a break from treatments and this fall she had some special tests done to see how she was doing... AND THE CANCER WAS GONE! Shantelle now had the daunting task of coming to terms with the life stretching in front of her. She struggled with her fears and her insecurities (she wrote them all down on this blog), she comforted and encouraged her 8 year old daughter, and she started to imagine a life and her place in it...

But suddenly, last week Thursday, she died of a brain aneurysm. Like everyone around me I am wondering why. How can you not wonder that? Why give a mommy back to a daughter if she's going to be taken away again so soon? Why give a wife back to a husband? Why heal a body that is going to lose its fight against a whole new enemy? Why make a miracle and then... ? Why get everyone's hopes up?

I can't stop thinking about Shantelle's little daughter, Mikhayla, and I wonder how a child processes something like this. I am having trouble dealing with my anger towards God, my sense of betrayal, and it isn't my mommy who died. How do you explain to a child that even though God could heal, did heal, He didn't this time? I can't explain it to myself so I can't imagine what this precious little girl is feeling.

So please, let's all remember Mikhayla and her dad Jo in our prayers. I know we Christians say that all the time, "Remember them in your prayers", but seriously, let's remember them. I want to write a prayer down here, but honestly, I have no words right now except for "why" and "how could you" and "you better be there for them". Not very uplifting, but hopefully that will come in time. For now I am just ticked right off and hurt.

So God, just have mercy... Please.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Sam's New Home

Well, giving birth to Sam didn't take as long as doing up his blog, but it's done people. I might be all blogged out for a while now so I don't know when Ben's is gonna get all gussied up. I moved it to a new address while I was at it:


Go take a look. I think it's fabulous!

Friday, October 13, 2006

It's funny cause it's true.

Your Monster Profile
Behemoth Fiend
You Feast On: Pickles
You Lurk Around: Public Restrooms
You Especially Like to Torment: British People

So true... So true... Just ask Toni.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

It's new and terrible to me.

Norwalk virus
Dr. Ray Baker

"From all the recent media coverage one would think Norwalk virus was something new and terrible, but it's neither. One of the more common causes of viral gastroenteritis or the vomiting and diarrhea we sometimes call "stomach flu", Norwalk-like viruses have probably been with us a very long time. Because it's so small we were only able to identify it and the other common viruses that cause viral gastroenteritis since the early 1970's.

It is spread from the digestive tracts of infected humans via fecal contamination and oral ingestion, to other susceptible humans. Once in the bowel the virus infects the cells lining the small intestine. After a brief period of rapid viral replication within these cells, they are destroyed, allowing fluids and salts to leak from the body into the gut, causing viral-laden watery diarrhea.

Epidemics have been traced to oysters harvested from beds near sites of improper sewage disposal, contaminated sources of drinking water, fresh fruit and vegetables irrigated with contaminated water and infected food handlers. Water droplets containing virus or secretions on objects people touch, such as door handles can also spread the virus.

Following exposure to the virus, after an incubation period of one to three days, the infected person experiences fever, aches, headache, vomiting and diarrhea with cramps. In all but the very sick, or people with impaired immunity, the body mounts a successful immunological defense by producing a specific antibody and the sufferer recovers in 2 or 3 days. If vomiting is severe and protracted or if serious dehydration is suspected then intravenous replacement of electrolytes and fluids is necessary.

Although news media have recently been reporting epidemics of this terrible new virus, we should probably put it in perspective. It's neither new nor uncommon. As virus infections go, Norwalk-like virus infection, although inconvenient, uncomfortable and perhaps embarrassing, is not particularly serious. If we want to worry about our health we could choose scary, dangerous things - like smoking, excessive drinking or riding in cars."

LOL. Thanks Doc... Somehow it still seems worse than going for a nice car ride. And I thought I was tired of puke and poop a couple of weeks ago.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Leaf me alone.

I love fall. I would gladly get rid of all of the other seasons if it could be fall forever. As a result of this seasonal favoritism I want some cute pictures of my boys "enjoying" the fall. Is that too much to ask? Apparently. I think we had our crankiest ever photo shoots last week. See for yourselves:

Actually, I did manage to get some that were a little nicer, but I'll post them on the boys' blogs since these ones more accurately represent how the day felt for me. Sigh. I would have loved a picture of the two of them together, but I couldn't make them sit together long enough to get even a bad picture.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The LONG Weekend

Why is it that going to Saskatoon is always so easy and coming home is almost impossible? I'm not talking about my desire to go home either. (Cause we all know how I feel about coming home to Yorkton.) I'm talking about actual physical things happening to make the trip home to Yorkton a nightmare time and time again.

One time... The three hour trip took us almost six hours. Six hours people. If you are mathematically challenged let me break it down for you... That's double the time people. DOUBLE. It always seems to storm on the way home and the boys are never happy. Never.

This weekend on the way to Saskatoon the boys slept most of the way and the rest of the time they happily looked at the scenery or sang or chatted about the things that a two year old and a five month old chat about. On the way back? They cried. A lot. They also spilled food, smeared food, and puked on themselves.

On the way to Saskatoon we seemed to barely use any gas, and there were no major catastrophes. On the way back? Tore through the gas, got a chip in our windshield, and hit a deer.

Is God trying to tell us something?

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Awww sick.

The suckiest thing about being a stay at home mommy is that you can't call in sick for work. In the words of my favorite toddler, "It's not too fair." I feel like caw caw. I want to got to bed, and I don't want any kids in there with me. Who wants some kids? I got two of them... Free to a good home. Any takers?

Monday, October 02, 2006

A Journey Into the Wild

When I first stumbled across a photo of a Toddler tiger in a wildlife magazine at the dentist, I was spellbound. This fierce, but small tiger was one of the most extraordinary creatures on the planet, but it hadn't been seen or photographed since 2005, and most scientists considered it extinct. Undaunted, I joined forces with my friend, the photographer Myself McMee, and headed for the island of Braun in search of this elusive beast. As we journeyed through the island's intoxicating landscapes, we encountered an array of odd and fascinating characters: tiny screaming baby-like creatures, and gentle grazing beasts feeding their young or in search of chips and Pepsi... But it was the Toddler tiger I was longing to see and capture on film.

We had been tracking the tiger by following the trail of toys and chaos it left in its wake and as evening approached we neared the island's main source of fresh water. Our excitement built up as we realized the tiger had moved into the open spaces of the watering hole and any moment now we would see the majestic beast. And the tiger we did see that day.

The nerve tingling silence and the sudden, surprising growl of a tiger disturbed by our guide, Caro Lyn venturing too near, was our signal to focus our camera lenses on the scene in front of us. He stood up and came towards us growling threateningly and then froze at a respectable distance... Stopped perhaps by an inherent instinct or the imposing bulk of our forms, we don't know. At first shy of the cameras, the Toddler eventually tolerated our presence and even allowed us to photograph a feed while keeping a wary eye on us and growling to warn us to stay away from his meal. After a time, disturbed and perhaps alarmed by our excited chatter and laughter, the fierce creature gave one last look at us and then turned towards the forests and vanished. The thrill and the excitement remain with us to this day, as do these photographs taken by Myself McMee during our adventure...

(* For more pictures of the adorable Toddler Tiger visit www.bentron.blogspot.com.)

Sunday, October 01, 2006

No reason...

Just 'cause they are so cute... And as much as Sam loves being outside and Ben loves playing with ladybugs, I love looking at my buddies.