Progress
Dylan's bedding arrived today. She was so excited! Her room isn't finished, but it's getting close. I went to Target (my favorite place for Pottery Barn knock-offs) today in the hopes of finding a lamp and bedside table, but they didn't have anything. Nearly every aisle was filled with Christmas stuff. (Already!)Believe it or not, I painted the horse pictures. I'm a little disappointed that the colors I chose for the horses don't really go with the bedding, but they look pretty good none-the-less.Thank goodness I insisted on trying so many different yellows because I love the one we finally used. What do you think?
What Dylan thinks of me-- one year (and a couple months) later.
I posted these questions in August of 2005. At the time Dylan had just turned 3 and her answers were so cute. I promised myself I would ask these questions every year to see how they change… alas, it is now October 2006 and I just remembered! I'm amazed that she answered the first two questions exactly the same. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did. 1. Something I always say to you? “I love you”2. What makes me happy? “Me!”3. What makes me sad? “When I do something wrong.”4. How do I make you laugh? “by doing silly stuff.”5. What was I like as a child? “You liked horses.”6. How old am I? “9”7. How tall am I? “15 high”8. What is my favorite thing to do? “Play with me.”9. What do I do when you are asleep? “You sleep.”10. What would I be famous for? (What am I REALLY good at?) “Teaching me how to ride a horse.”11. What am I not very good at? “Changing diapers.”12. What do I do for my job? “Make money.”13. What is my favorite food? “Chicken noodle soup.” 14. What makes you proud of me? “Hugging me.”15. If I was a cartoon character, who would I be? “Alice in Wonderland.”16. What do you and I do together? “Play"17. How are you and I the same? “We love each other.”18. How are you and I different? “We have different hair.”19. How do you know I love you? “Because I love you.”20. How long have Mom & Dad known each other? “90 weeks.”
So out of the political loop.
President Bush visited our county today. This is the first trip EVER for an active president! We've had a few past presidents, but this was really a big deal. I thought it would be a once in a lifetime chance to see the motorcade and all the pomp and circumstance surrounding the visit, so I packed up Hayden and away we went.
I was grossly mistaken. I was shocked by the thousands of PROTESTERS! All the hysteria and profanity was sickening. I have no political views, and even if I hated President Bush, I think as an American, it’s exciting to see the President. But apparently I was one of maybe ten there who thought that. It was crazy! There were so many angry people. I heard the f-word so many times that it made me thankful that Dylan was unable to make it.
When we first arrived I felt proud to live in a country were we can have differing views and can feel safe expressing them. I took pictures of all the people holding their signs. Then I realized that there was not one supporting sign, all were protesting something.
Once we parked and found a spot along the road I realized that I was amongst the wrong crowd. Another mother with her daughter came over to me and asked if we wanted to sit with them because they were Pro-president… No she did not say Pro-Bush, just pro-president, and there was this awkward silence before someone from behind me started being rude. Maybe this was the wrong place to take a child, but I decided to stay because I wanted to see the president.
When the big choppers and Chinooks flew overhead carrying the President the crowd went crazy. A few minutes later the motorcade came by and I felt very patriotic. Then when I heard the booing and jeering, I felt bad for our lovely community.
My emotions were all over the map today. I felt proud to live in a country were we can all have a voice, but I also felt ashamed that people were so rude. There was one lone soldier wearing his army fatigues carrying a sign in support of the troops, people threw things at him and liberally cussed him out. I took a picture of him. He has just finished two years in Iraq. He deserved more.