Silly Spammers

Since I have a blog, I am regularly inundated by spam comments that do not have anything to do with my post and usually contain links to buy something and get your identity stolen in the process. At first, the comments they left were brazen, like “HEY! FREE RINGTONES!!!CLICK HERE!!!”, but gradually they have morphed into semi-intelligent responses in an attempt to get published by comment-greedy bloggers such as myself. Today I got a spam comment from a site that sells tire rims on my previous post about all the nicknames I have for Henry: “Yes, but I think it can go both ways though..” Meaning….? Ha! Nice try Spammers!

I should add that I forgot to mention a few of Henry’s nicknames, including but not limited to :

Gorgeous George

Starvin’ Marvin

Pretty Boy


Last, but not least. Today I found Violet in the bathroom with the dental floss. If you are a parent, alarm bells just went off in your head. Since the floss is super minty, she was pulling out sections about a foot at a time, licking them, and then panting like a dog to feel the minty coolness on her breath. I Love her.



A rose by any other name…

This is a picture of Henry just a few weeks old. He’s changed so much since then. He is much much larger now, and he has a lot more names. I have shamelessly adopted the fine art of nicknaming–and i’m quite good at it. The following list is a sampling of the names he has gone by.





Hank the Tank





Henny Penny




Sweet Boy

Fats Hurst

Today Henry laughed for the first time in 8 days. I’ve missed that sound.


October showers bring November colds…

I write this post from deep in the trenches of motherhood. We’ve been under some heavy firepower the last couple of days but luckily our sniper, AJ, has been able to keep them at bay. Food has been pretty scarce, and our rations have been split up to last longer, since we haven’t seen much in the way of reinforcements. Seriously, we had pizza pockets and chicken tenders for thanksgiving dinner because there was no way I was going to attempt cooking with such sick little kids. Henry has had a thoroughly miserable week, but I think he might be starting to feel better. He went a few days without playing or smiling and only wanting to be held and whine, which was pretty counterproductive in the areas of cooking and cleaning. Naturally, Violet is now officially stir crazy, since the worst of her cold has been over for nearly a week, but she’s still been cooped up inside with a sick little brother who has to be held all the time.

Here’s the kicker, I’ve never been more thankful for the health of my children than this past week. Honestly. AJ just started working as a dialysis nurse at Children’s Hospital in Seattle, and in hearing stories of his little patients, I am struck by the weight of grief I do not have to carry as the parent of a very sick child. He was telling me about a little girl just younger than Violet who has daily dialysis, and the thought of Violet sitting in that chair instead made my heart ache.

I am naturally a pessimist. I have no problem with that. I call it “realism”, and it helps life make more sense I think. However, as a diehard pessimist I find certain truths and hopes as necessary to cling to as a drowning man to a lifesaver. I think it is vital to be able to see and appreciate the providential hand of God in your life in every aspect you can. Whether that is thanking him for the health of your children while they drool in misery on your shoulder, or simply to appreciate the meal you just ate while reflecting on those who have none.

One of my nephews was doing his homework the other day when he was presented with a multiple choice question. He read aloud, “We live in this: hand, horse, house.” He circled “house” but he said to his mom, “Hands? we live in God’s hands.”



Knee deep in two sick little kids and editing wedding pictures. I will return shortly.

I’d post a sneak peek of the pictures but I’m under strict instructions from the groom not to show you until he has seen them.

And it snowed. A lot.

And my children are miserable.

And Thanksgiving is in two days. What? How?

And my house is really messy because I’ve spent the last two days holding Henry.

And my cat died.


Don’t worry, your answers were annoymous.

I just read through the poll responses in the previous post. First of all, nearly half of you said that you’ve done it and would do it again. I guess I should clarify. But first–seriously? 40% of you had a crawling baby and a Christmas tree and you would do it again? You are crazy. My official decision is that I am going to get a tiny one and put it on the windowsill for Violet to decorate and undecorate as she so pleases. I very much enjoyed reading the responses under “other”. My favorite was “You must train him like a cat.” Um, okay…Last year my cat ate the needles and attacked any ornaments within reach. She even bit a light strand.


I just realized…

We’re going to be cutting down our Christmas tree in a few weeks. Or we won’t. I haven’t actually decided if it’s worth it to me since Henry will be at prime tree-eating age.

Do I just deal with it and keep him away from the tree for a month, or do I admit my humanity and unknack for keeping my house clean as it is, and skip on the tree idea. I know Violet wants a tree…maybe we’ll just have a tiny one in the windowsill–covered in ornaments.
Here’s my question though: