Source.This was my Google. I loved the card catalog. I miss the card catalog!©Holly B. of 2 Kids and Tired Books 2007-2014 All rights reserved. If you’re reading this on a site other than 2 Kids and Tired Books or 2 Kids and Tired Books Feed, be aware that this post has been stolen and is used without permission.
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Chwilowo nie mam zbyt dużo czasu na dzierganie, chyba jak większość z Was. Przygotowania do świąt jednak mocno absorbują. U nas dodatkowo jeszcze imieniny Basi, w pracy przeprowadzka do nowej siedziby. Trochę się dzieje. Piórkowy powoli też :).Jako przerywnik, który szybko się dzierga powstały podkładki.Miały być same białe, z grubszej bawełny. Jak widać – na ostatnią trochę zabrakło. Poszperałam w zapasach i znalazłam resztkę w pasującym kolorze. Tak się rozpędziłam, że dodatkowo wykorzystałam resztkę jakiejś czarnej i szarej bawełny. W sumie zrobiłam 5 białych, 2 czarne, 3 szare i jedną multi ( z tego, co zostało). Nie wszystkie załapały się na zdjęcie.Włóczka: bawełna merceryzowanaszydełko: nie mam pojęcia. Ma jakąś nietypową numerację…Zużycie: 12 dag, mniej więcej po 10 g na jedną.Oglądając kiedyś Wasze blogi znalazłam taki sposób wykorzystania podkładek – bezpośrednio pod filiżankę. Tak mi się spodobał, że ostatnio tylko w ten sposób w domu serwuję sobie kawkę :)Dokończyłam gwiazdki (czekają na powieszenie).Dodatkowo napadła mnie nagle potrzeba koloru. Powstanie dziewczęce bolerko. Taki otulacz, swetro-ponczo. Będzie jednak miało guziki – 2 lub 3. Dzieci nie lubią, jak coś im spada…. To w ramach zmniejszenia stanu poosiadania bądź jak kto woli – wykorzystania zalegających zasobów….I na koniec – skarpetki – moje osobiste :). Powstały już jakiś czas temu, noszone codziennie (zamiast kapci). Ciepłe, wygodne, szerokie, wełniane. Wykończone białą bawełną (nie lubię, jak coś mnie gryzie…).Włóczka: zapasy, wełna i resztka białej bawełyDruty: 4 mmZużycie: 10 dagCzytelniczo: Maria Ulatowska, Jacek Skowroński – Autorka. Zapowiada się ciekawie.Czy ktoś wie, dlaczego zdjęcia się przekręcają i nie można ich normalnie wkleić???
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Jimmy Fallon and Tracy Morgan.©Holly B. of 2 Kids and Tired Books 2007-2014 All rights reserved. If you’re reading this on a site other than 2 Kids and Tired Books or 2 Kids and Tired Books Feed, be aware that this post has been stolen and is used without permission.
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Looking outside…it’s cold and cloudy with a chance of snow. We had snow Thursday and Friday. Unfortunately for The Artist, no snow day on Friday. We have shoveled a lot of snow though.Listening…to Christmas songs. My stereo hold 5 CDs. I have quite a few Christmas albums and I alternate them in my car, where I currently have SHeDAISY: Brand New Year, Elvis Presley Christmas Duets and Andrea Bocelli: My Christmas. In the house? My favorites that just don’t change. Collin Raye Christmas, Afterglow: A Christmas Wish, Vince Gill: Let There Be Peace on Earth, Osmond Family Christmas that I sometimes swap out for Amy Grant: A Christmas Album and Alabama Christmas. And it’s not Christmas until you hear Alabama sing, Thistlehair the Christmas Bear. Truly.Loving…spent time with my mom this week to celebrate my birthday early since I won’t be here for part of next week. We did some shopping and lunch, which is our tradition. I found two skirts. I love skirts, I wear them all year and I’ve wanted to find some denim skirts I could wear with my boots this winter. CJ Banks is my favorite store. I even shoveled snow and spread ice melt yesterday wearing a skirt.Thinking…that I really need to get my act together and figure out Christmas.In my kitchen…a cup of hot chocolate right now. Wearing…red penguin pajamas, gray turtleneck and black cardigan.Hoping…that answers come. There are some uncertainties on our immediate horizon and faith isn’t always an easy thing.Reading…nothing to review yet.Today…dinner with friends tonight. I’m looking forward to good food and even better company with lots of laughter.Quoting…”The only gift I’ll ever need is the joy of family. Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me”. — That’s Christmas to Me, PentatonixFeeling…So tired. So drained. This has been a long and difficult year for different reasons.Planning…next week. On Thursday, I am driving over to Rexburg to pick up The Boy from school and we will drive down to Salt Lake for a wedding. We’ll come home Sunday. I’m looking forward to spending time with him and seeing friends. But, I don’t like leaving The Doctor and The Artist.Gratitude…for fuzzy socks, thick blankets, fireplaces and warm cups of hot chocolate.From my world… We’ve had a week filled with snow and ice. It’s definitely winter here. This is my Scrabble Word Art for the week. Can you see what words I put up and then what word The Artist added? We are all about Godzilla at our house. I love it!What about you? What are you reflecting on this week? How has your week gone?©Holly B. of 2 Kids and Tired Books 2007-2014 All rights reserved. If you’re reading this on a site other than 2 Kids and Tired Books or 2 Kids and Tired Books Feed, be aware that this post has been stolen and is used without permission.
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Ponder: to consider something deeply and thoroughly; meditate Пятница (PYAHT-nee-tsuh): Friday in Russian——————-Our family went out to dinner last week. On the way home, we were near the hospital and The Doctor wanted to stop and see a patient. We pulled up in front of the entrance and got out of the car. The Boy drove himself and The Artist and Grandma to get ice cream and then they were going to come back and pick us up.As we walked up to the entrance, The Doctor noticed a young couple coming out of the maternity center and walking to their car parked near the door. It was apparent that the young woman had recently given birth and they were leaving through the door that led to the NICU, without a baby. He immediately detoured over to them. I heard him say, “Did you just come from the NICU?” They nodded and the looks on their faces could only be described as shellshocked exhaustion. The Doctor said, “I know this sounds forward, but I just wanted to tell you that there is hope and don’t lose faith. That young man who just drove away? He spent 3 weeks in the NICU when he was born. He is now 18 and in college and strong and healthy. I just want you to know that there is hope beyond how you are feeling today.”The conversation was brief as they told us a little about their baby son and we encouraged them. They expressed their appreciation and how much it meant that we took the time to speak to them. We wished them luck and they went their way and we went into the hospital to visit our friend.I asked The Doctor why he stopped and he said, “I saw what door they came out of. That’s where the NICU is. I just felt this strong impression that I needed to talk to them.” I told him that I was glad he had been alert to what was going on around us.I have thought so much about those young people since then. I wish I had asked if they had a support system. I wondered if they had a place to stay that night. I wondered if they were from the area and lived nearby or if they had family close. I wish I had walked around the side of the car to speak directly to that sweet young mother, to have given her a Mom hug and assured her that she was indeed strong enough to handle what might be coming her way.When The Boy was born, we had an incredible support system. We had been offered a place to stay at the Ronald McDonald House there in San Francisco, but we only lived about 45 miles away from the hospital and we drove home each night to sleep in our own bed. We had family who drove with us to the hospital, who sat with us, friends who brought us meals and who prayed for us.I wished so much that I had done more that night. I said to The Doctor, “If we had asked if they had a place to stay and they said no, what would you have done?” His reply? “Kicked The Boy out of his room.” I smiled and said, “I had the same thought.”I had a business card I could have written my number on and said that I was available to talk or come and sit with them, bring coffee or a meal, whatever was needed. I am sorry I didn’t think about it at the time. But, I know that hospital and I know that there are resources available and social workers who help families navigate their medical roads, much like we had 18 years ago, so I knew that those sweet parents would have emotional and physical support. But, I still wished I had done more.NICU parents share a special empathy and while we don’t want people to join this particular club, we are all supportive and welcoming. We willingly share our hard won knowledge and experience with others.SourceSo The Doctor and I have talked about what we might have said or done and what we could do in the future, if we are in a similar situation. We are talking about how we can give back. How can we help and support others who might be going through a difficult situation in a NICU? I know that there is a Ronald McDonald House in Boise and I am happy to donate to such a worthy, amazing place.I have been profoundly affected by an experience for the second time in as many months. And as I have reflected, I have remembered. I remembered that there were many prayers said in our behalf and in behalf of The Boy when he was born. We felt those prayers. And so I have also said many prayers this past week for that sweet family and their precious baby. Because prayer is important. Prayer has power and God listens.Pray for others. Embrace opportunities to share and give back. Be kind. Do good. Love is a verb.©Holly B. of 2 Kids and Tired Books 2007-2014 All rights reserved. If you’re reading this on a site other than 2 Kids and Tired Books or 2 Kids and Tired Books Feed, be aware that this post has been stolen and is used without permission.
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