Archive for March, 2007

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End of Semester Blues

March 27, 2007

I’ve been in and out of college for almost 8 years now. I never imagined that it would take me so long to get a degree. There was also a lot of other things I didn’t see myself doing along the way, but I wouldn’t change anything that got me to the place I am now. I am so thankful that I have the people who are in my life and blessed by them every day…

BUT……. when it comes to school I’m just ready to be done with it.

It’s getting close to the end of the semester which is nice, but my last final is on April 30th and I start the first summer session on May 14th. That ends June 23rd, but I begin the second session on June 25th. That goes through the August 6th, and then fall begins August 21. I do have a couple of weeks here and there, but my schedule is even more across the board time wise. In the fall I have classes ranging from 9:00 in the morning till 10:00 at night. My upper level classes for Literature correspond with their graduate versions so they’re all at night which is a pain, but I think we found someone conveniant to watch Rylee from the time she leaves ’school’ until Tom or I can pick her up.

I’m taking heavy loads, but I should be finished at latest next December, if the classes are available I will be able to graduate next summer.

YAY!

*Update*

I’m now holding off on some summer  classes to make sure everything around here is going like we’re expecting it too.  It’ll also be nice to spend at least the first part of the summer with Rylee.

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big big world

March 25, 2007

Rylee decided that she wanted to venture out in the world by herself today. Several times in fact. This was the closest she made it, and yes, she is half dressed for her trip with an empty bag. Maybe in future trips she’ll pack more and remember her pants and shoes. Some great pictures of her though!

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Little Helper

March 25, 2007

Rylee helping out in the yard

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ICE CREAM!!!

March 25, 2007

We don’t have ice cream very often in our house…. no reason why, we just don’t.

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Maybe we should to get this look more often.

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forgotten pictures

March 25, 2007

This is Rylee playing with the doll that Aunt Sarah got her for Christmas. I think it was right after she tried to giver her koolaid to drink.001.JPG

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Rylee and Tom

March 24, 2007

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Rylee Update

March 4, 2007

Rylee is coming right along in her almost 2 year old development.  She’s smart, witty, and she knows how to pull strings.

We were getting ready to go on very short road trip today to just browse around at some things and I went to close the restroom door before we left.  A terrible scream stopped my efforts and I felt horrible once I realized I had closed Rylee’s fingers in the door.  I grabbed her hand and kissed it; somehow missing the insane gush of blood that was happening to her left ring finger.  Once Rylee got hold of the blood she decided that it was time for her to turn up the pitty.  We were finally able to get the bleeding to stop gushing from under her nail and get it band-aided, twice.  The second one finally worked.   I of course, still felt insanely horrible about not having eyes in every direction to see where my daughter’s hands are at every moment to avoid all possible injuries that will make her turn her watery eyes up on my like that.  The cry of Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, alone is enough to tear my heart to shreds.  She knows it too.  The first time she mentioned she wanted something I noticed she was holding her hand a little funny.  She was deliberatly showing me her finger, but it was still in the subtle stages.  I pointed it out to Tom, and we both laughed and were amused that she knows how to do this.  As the day progressed, the more she wanted, and the more unsubtle the finger pointing became.  By the end of the day she was saying what she wanted, and if I said ‘no’, she showed me her finger and cried, “Moommmyyy”.
I can’t believe this is happening  so soon. You can tell from the picture she is perfectly fine.  Her finger is just a tad bruised by her knuckle, and under her nail.

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