No More Dora

There will be no more Dora the Explorer in our house. And no it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that "Dora" and "Explorer" don't rhyme and the whole theme song is based on the fact that these 2 words should rhyme. That drives me crazy, but that's not why there will be no more Dora in our house.

Here's why...

First, the set up. I had just come home with the girls from working out. Tyler was gone with the boys. I put Margo down for a nap. I needed a shower. I sat Charlotte down in front of the TV and turned on Dora the Explorer. For those of you not familiar with Dora (dad), it's an interactive kids program. Dora actually talks to the kids/viewers and expects an answer. She's a demanding little thing.

So, I make sure the doors are locked, everyone is safe and I hop in the shower. When I turn off the water, I hear Charlotte screaming! "NOOOOOOO!!!" She's screaming it over and over at the top of her lungs. I grab my towel and practically fall out of the shower, run down the hallway, all the while picturing some stranger in my living room hurting my daughter. No kidding, I really thought someone had gotten in the house and was hurting her (post-partum hormones anyone?).

And there she was, sitting nicely on the couch just where I left her, screaming at Dora. Dora had asked her a question and she was making sure Dora heard her answer.

No. More. Dora.

Grandma Iyla

The last few weeks have been so busy. Which means I haven't been blogging. Which means I'm way behind. Which means I don't know where to begin. Which makes me feel overwhelmed. Which means I don't blog. It's a vicious cycle!

Exactly 2 weeks ago my Grandma Iyla turned 95 years old! And then just 3 days later she died. She was an amazing woman. She had 3 daughters (one, my momma) and they were all standing around her when she died. It was very peaceful. She knew Jesus to be her Lord and Savior and loved him for many, many years. We know right where she is now.

She went into the hospital with pneumonia on Friday. When my sisters and I heard this we rushed down to Arkansas City on Saturday to see her. The prognosis wasn't good and we wanted a chance to say goodbye. Also, Miss Margo had not met her Great Grandma yet and I wanted to make sure that happened. It was a sweet time. I'm so thankful for that soft nudge from the Holy Spirit to go see her. She died the day after we left.

Margo will not remember meeting her great grandma, but I will never forget.

10 years

Ten years ago I walked down the aisle to the man of my dreams. Really. I used to day dream about marrying him and having his babies.

It was a wonderful wedding day. Perfect in every way (except for a crazy DJ, although that's a story for another day). But really it was just the beginning of an amazing 10 years of marriage. Just day to day, real, hard, joyful, beautiful, marriage.

June 10, 2010