Well, spring cleaning sucks. I have completed a task and a half: I cleaned the window treatments and dusted the downstairs. I have yet to dust the upstairs. Just thinking about the chores coming up makes me tired.
My house will be "spring cleaned" by the end of the year.
Challenge accepted.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Spring Cleaning.
Today marks the beginning of spring cleaning in the Snyder house. Thanks to Ask Anna, I have a plan of attack. I don't know how I stumbled across this blog, but I am glad I did.
We have a weekly "chore chart" that includes vacuuming, dusting, and bathroom cleaning, among various other things, but it does not really cover the details. For example, when creating the chore chart, I didn't include any type of window washing or blinds cleaning. My bad. Truly, my bad. My spring cleaning day 1 task - clean the drapes, the blinds, and the windows.
I don't have a report on the drapes because they are still in the washing machine, but it took me a solid hour and a half to clean the windows and blinds of three windows and the sliding glass door. I never knew the trees were so green or the sun shined so brightly. I honestly cannot remember the last time I cleaned the living room windows. It's really sad, I know, and kind of gross.
This afternoon, when Waverly goes down for her nap, I have to tackle the upstairs windows. Four more normal sized windows, two rectangular slivers in each bathroom, four small squares in the laundry room, and a small hexagonal window in the foyer to go! Don't be jealous.
We live in a townhouse and I have never been so thankful for so few windows.
Tomorrow: DUSTING! I will keep you posted.
We have a weekly "chore chart" that includes vacuuming, dusting, and bathroom cleaning, among various other things, but it does not really cover the details. For example, when creating the chore chart, I didn't include any type of window washing or blinds cleaning. My bad. Truly, my bad. My spring cleaning day 1 task - clean the drapes, the blinds, and the windows.
I don't have a report on the drapes because they are still in the washing machine, but it took me a solid hour and a half to clean the windows and blinds of three windows and the sliding glass door. I never knew the trees were so green or the sun shined so brightly. I honestly cannot remember the last time I cleaned the living room windows. It's really sad, I know, and kind of gross.
This afternoon, when Waverly goes down for her nap, I have to tackle the upstairs windows. Four more normal sized windows, two rectangular slivers in each bathroom, four small squares in the laundry room, and a small hexagonal window in the foyer to go! Don't be jealous.
We live in a townhouse and I have never been so thankful for so few windows.
Tomorrow: DUSTING! I will keep you posted.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Fun Day.
What's more fun than taking photos of one cute baby? Taking photos of two! Anytime we get to spend time with baby Em, I just have to bring out the camera, especially as she and Waverly get older and interact more.
Emersen! 6 months old
(I like this one in black and white)
I feel like I've seen this photo multiple times.. oh, because Waverly has a drinking problem.
What'cha eatin'?
FRAME-ABLE!!! LOVE this photo!!
Em, you have really great hair.
Two woman band.
Let me show you how to read this book.
And let me show you my new trick!
(Disclaimer: This was a self-taught talent. Promise.)
She makes her parents proud.
That kid is crazy.
What's more difficult than taking photos of one cute baby? Taking photos of two! One or both of them were blurry in almost every picture. They really don't stop moving, do they?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Sometimes...
Sometimes I just want raise my face to the sky and yell, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Moms, you know what I'm talking about. Today is one of those days.
In about twenty minutes, Waverly, my mom, and I are leaving for Nashville to celebrate my cousin's graduation in the morning. Mom and I decided 1:00pm would be a good time to leave because it is typically Waverly's nap time. Thursdays are also our music day, so Waverly doesn't take a morning nap. What does no morning nap mean? LONG afternoon nap. Yesss. Except for today. Having not packed ANYTHING, we didn't go to music, leaving me an extra 45 minutes.
Oh, I think I regret that decision. I may just lose my mind in the next twenty minutes. Waverly still didn't take a nap, but she didn't have anything to distract her either. Between her whining about everything. Literally. And the dog following me around everywhere. Literally. My sanity is hanging on by a very, very thin thread.
In about twenty minutes, Waverly, my mom, and I are leaving for Nashville to celebrate my cousin's graduation in the morning. Mom and I decided 1:00pm would be a good time to leave because it is typically Waverly's nap time. Thursdays are also our music day, so Waverly doesn't take a morning nap. What does no morning nap mean? LONG afternoon nap. Yesss. Except for today. Having not packed ANYTHING, we didn't go to music, leaving me an extra 45 minutes.
Oh, I think I regret that decision. I may just lose my mind in the next twenty minutes. Waverly still didn't take a nap, but she didn't have anything to distract her either. Between her whining about everything. Literally. And the dog following me around everywhere. Literally. My sanity is hanging on by a very, very thin thread.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Mother's Day Reflections
We now have two Mother's Day celebrations under our belts, but this year was completely different from last year. It felt different. It was very special.
Don't misunderstand, last year was pretty special. It was my first year celebrating mom-hood, but Waverly was only a couple of months old. I still didn't quite get what it was to be a mom. Now I have a whole year of baby love experience and, let me tell you, being a mom is the most wonderful blessing in the entire world.
Two months into it, I was having an identity crisis. Waverly was being pulled in a million different directions and didn't know how to ask for her Momma. I was giving her all that I had and she wasn't capable of reciprocating. It was a draining job and I was still trying to figure out what it all meant for me. I did not experience post-partum depression, but, as any new mom will attest, having your first child changes everything. You have to redefine who you are, not your personality, but your role in life. In my case, specifically, I went from being a student and part-time employee to stay-at-home mom. Talk about redefinition.
Now, fourteen months in and I wouldn't trade my new role for anything in the world. It is amazing what a "job" raising a child can be. My stepmom always told me that the best job is a job you love and raising Waverly is a job I L.O.V.E. I stay plenty busy and I get stressed out, but it is so rewarding to watch her grow and know I had a part in it. Just recently, we started a new bedtime routine: Bible story/passage (Psalms at the moment), 3 songs while we rock, and prayer. So, Chandler is leading his family spiritually and we are instilling in Waverly the importance of the Scriptures and prayer. Seeing her fold her little hands and repeat, "ay-meh" is such a blessing.
Having been a daughter and now a mother, I know Waverly won't understand why Chandler and I do the things we do, why we tell her "no", and why we insist she use her manners, but I also know that one day, when she has her own children, she will understand. And it may be that long before she appreciates it. Such is the life of a mother.
Needless to say, Mother's Day was very special for me this year. It helped that Waverly has been a "Momma's girl" the past couple of days. Aside from the gifts, a new phone cover, SHOES!, and Zumba for Wii (if you want to know how uncoordinated you are, Zumba), I soaked up every minute with my little girl, feeling like it should be more her day than mine. I do what I can as a mom, but she is a pretty amazing kid and makes my job pretty easy.
I remember my DaddyPaul singing this song when I was little and it is one of the three songs I sing to Waverly at bedtime...
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
It's true.
Don't misunderstand, last year was pretty special. It was my first year celebrating mom-hood, but Waverly was only a couple of months old. I still didn't quite get what it was to be a mom. Now I have a whole year of baby love experience and, let me tell you, being a mom is the most wonderful blessing in the entire world.
Two months into it, I was having an identity crisis. Waverly was being pulled in a million different directions and didn't know how to ask for her Momma. I was giving her all that I had and she wasn't capable of reciprocating. It was a draining job and I was still trying to figure out what it all meant for me. I did not experience post-partum depression, but, as any new mom will attest, having your first child changes everything. You have to redefine who you are, not your personality, but your role in life. In my case, specifically, I went from being a student and part-time employee to stay-at-home mom. Talk about redefinition.
Now, fourteen months in and I wouldn't trade my new role for anything in the world. It is amazing what a "job" raising a child can be. My stepmom always told me that the best job is a job you love and raising Waverly is a job I L.O.V.E. I stay plenty busy and I get stressed out, but it is so rewarding to watch her grow and know I had a part in it. Just recently, we started a new bedtime routine: Bible story/passage (Psalms at the moment), 3 songs while we rock, and prayer. So, Chandler is leading his family spiritually and we are instilling in Waverly the importance of the Scriptures and prayer. Seeing her fold her little hands and repeat, "ay-meh" is such a blessing.
Having been a daughter and now a mother, I know Waverly won't understand why Chandler and I do the things we do, why we tell her "no", and why we insist she use her manners, but I also know that one day, when she has her own children, she will understand. And it may be that long before she appreciates it. Such is the life of a mother.
Needless to say, Mother's Day was very special for me this year. It helped that Waverly has been a "Momma's girl" the past couple of days. Aside from the gifts, a new phone cover, SHOES!, and Zumba for Wii (if you want to know how uncoordinated you are, Zumba), I soaked up every minute with my little girl, feeling like it should be more her day than mine. I do what I can as a mom, but she is a pretty amazing kid and makes my job pretty easy.
I remember my DaddyPaul singing this song when I was little and it is one of the three songs I sing to Waverly at bedtime...
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
It's true.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Osama's Dead.
In accordance with my rule that life should be recorded for future generations, namely Waverly, it must be written: As of May 1, 2011, Osama Bin Laden is dead. He was found, and killed, in Pakistan via fire fight with an American special operations team. He used his wife as a shield.
Chandler and I were still up when newscasters made the announcement that the President would be speaking at 10:30. We turned MSNBC and waited to hear what he had to say. Finally, at 11:00, he came to the podium to tell us about Osama's death. What President Bush had begun in his presidency, President Obama completed. A Facebook status said this, "Obama finished Dubya's speech from 8 years ago."
Obviously, I immediately checked Facebook to see what everyone was saying about this shocking announcement and found myself more annoyed than anything. Now, I'm not a huge Obama fan and I have my reasons; however, he did finish what was started during President Bush's service. There has to be some credit given. He was the one who commanded the team to attack. For eight months they had been closely following Bin Laden and he could've "pulled the trigger", so to speak, back in March, but too many civilian lives would have been lost. So, May 1, with enough intelligence, Obama made the call. And no American lives were lost and no civilians.. except Bin Laden's wife, does she count as a civilian? Anyway, see it for what it is.
With the actual death of Bin Laden, my emotions are mixed. I am relieved that he was caught and is dead. but it is not something we are celebrating. It's just weird and I appreciate those who have kept it all in perspective because he was a lost soul. A very evil, lost soul. God still mourns for his soul, now in hell.
That's all. I try to keep up with what is going on a little bit at least and I definitely have my own opinions, but I do not enjoy getting heated about it all. I don't like political arguments, so don't bring them here.
Chandler and I were still up when newscasters made the announcement that the President would be speaking at 10:30. We turned MSNBC and waited to hear what he had to say. Finally, at 11:00, he came to the podium to tell us about Osama's death. What President Bush had begun in his presidency, President Obama completed. A Facebook status said this, "Obama finished Dubya's speech from 8 years ago."
Obviously, I immediately checked Facebook to see what everyone was saying about this shocking announcement and found myself more annoyed than anything. Now, I'm not a huge Obama fan and I have my reasons; however, he did finish what was started during President Bush's service. There has to be some credit given. He was the one who commanded the team to attack. For eight months they had been closely following Bin Laden and he could've "pulled the trigger", so to speak, back in March, but too many civilian lives would have been lost. So, May 1, with enough intelligence, Obama made the call. And no American lives were lost and no civilians.. except Bin Laden's wife, does she count as a civilian? Anyway, see it for what it is.
With the actual death of Bin Laden, my emotions are mixed. I am relieved that he was caught and is dead. but it is not something we are celebrating. It's just weird and I appreciate those who have kept it all in perspective because he was a lost soul. A very evil, lost soul. God still mourns for his soul, now in hell.
That's all. I try to keep up with what is going on a little bit at least and I definitely have my own opinions, but I do not enjoy getting heated about it all. I don't like political arguments, so don't bring them here.
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