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Yard Work

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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 …

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…

A meal fit for... My mom.

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Mmmm... Meat and toast.

My Peanut

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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 www.thesambot.blogspot.com, 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 s…

Back By Popular Demand

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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

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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!

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 s…

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.

Why 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…

Let's just clarify...

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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 Mu…

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

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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...

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 &quo…

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, &q…

When Did This Happen?

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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 …

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.