29 WHAT?!

That's right folks. TWENTY-NINE weeks...this is so momentous that I have to spell the number out; mere digits WILL NOT do.

Thirty weeks is creeping up on us. That means that Frog will be in our arms in a very short while. The nursery is done, the crib is waiting (although I just know we'll end up co-sleeping), and the toys are eager for little fingers to make them feel real. Our cloth diaper stash is washed and softened. BREATHE, Mary...BREATHE.... I'm stupid excited.

In other unrelated news, several disturbing things have happened here in our little state. As seen on Channel 36 : 5 month old baby almost dead from shaken baby syndrome. Woman tries to sell her baby for drugs. 4 year old is shot by 2 year old who found Daddy's loaded gun in the house.

WHAT?

My goodness, this is why I don't watch television. It makes me want to grab the world up as a collective whole and just shake the shit out of everyone. Those that deserve it and even those that don't. Why the ones that don't, you ask? Well, because we all can use a wake-up call now and then. To show people that this stuff (and worse) is happening and that it's happening closer than you think. To make everyone realize that those kids-laying in their cribs, playing outside, sleeping in their beds-are SO precious.

I could expound upon this but I don't want to be a damper. Instead let me explain the pictures - one of Frog at 26 1/2 weeks and one of us at Meag's brother's wedding...Meags was a bridesmaid and I was just along for the ride. It was lovely - more about that later when I get around to scanning in the other pictures.

So anyway. The moral - go hug a kid somewhere, don't watch the nightly news, and look at happy pictures when you're sad. It'll work everytime.

Tired

Back from a crazy weekend at the brother-in-laws wedding. Pictures and an eloquent post to come, hopefully. I'm so tired right now.

I bought Frog a copy of Olivia...I hope it's a hit. I can't wait...the weeks and months are flying and crawling by all at the same time.

Surreal.

An entry about......HAIR?!

I'm freezing. Suddenly it's April again - WHY is it 50 degrees outside? I guess that's for Mother Nature to know and us to find out.

That's us on the left; I'm on the left, my lovely is on the right. This picture was taken 3 days before we found out we were pregnant.

In other news, I've began the arduous journey of growing my hair out to start dreadlocks. Right now it's even shorter than in the above picture but my hair grows EXTREMELY fast so it shouldn't take that long. You see, I'm one of those people that get an urge to shift things around a bit when they're entering a new phase of life. I've always wanted dreads so I thought, "Wouldn't the birth of my new child be a wonderful time to start?"

"But why DREADS?" you ask. Wellll....

I'm not choosing them because of anything they 'stand for'. Dreads mean so much to so many different people - it's hard to describe. I'll make it simple; for me, dreadlocks would be the beginning of a permanent and potent life change. They'd mean taking pride in who I am and who I'm becoming. There's more, but I won't bore you unless you ask me (and feel free!)

I'm refreshed at the decision to stop trying to tame my course, curly hair everyday with a blowdryer and brush. After all, don't I have so much more to spend my precious hours doing?

Oh, Baby!

I LOVE a Praying Mantis. They're probably the neatest insect on the entire Earth.

Yesterday while eating lunch outside at work, a MICROSCOPIC baby Praying Mantis found it's way onto our blanket. After staring in awe for a while, I safely placed it back in the grass to go do whatever it is that Mantises do.

In honour of the little guy: Some Mantis facts. You too shall see that they're amazing!


-There are about 1,700 varieties of praying mantis.

-The two forward legs of the mantis have sharp spines like a jack knife.

-The mantis uses its two front legs to attack it's prey.

-The mantis females are the among biggest insects.

-The latin name of the praying mantis is Tenodera Sinensis.

-The female mantis lays up to 300 eggs.

-The mantis will attack butterflies, bees, beetles, frogs, spiders, mice, lizards, and small birds.

-The female sometimes eats the male after mating.

-The mantis has very good eyesight.

-The female mantis can not fly due to all of the eggs in her abdomen.

-Mantis nymphs march single file.

-When nymphs hunt they eat leafhoppers, aphids, and very small flies.

-The mantis sheds its skin twelve times before it is full grown.

-The mantis nymph is tiny like a mosquito.

-The front legs of the nymph have claws for holding their prey.

-Praying mantises bite the back of their victim's neck to paralyze it.

-Praying Mantises are the only insects that can turn their heads 360 degrees.

Unveiling the critter

The picture to the right is indeed the Frog. In 3 months we're going to be holding that itty-bitty, teensy-tiny kidlet.

WOW. WHERE has the time gone?

You forget....

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I traced my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
"You'll never leave Harlan alive"
Oh my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland Mountains
Where he took a pretty girl to be his bride
Said "Won't you walk with me out the mouth of this holler
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive"
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away
No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
Till a man from the northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills
Said "I'll pay you for your minerals"
But he never left Harlan alive
Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of Pineville
To a farm where Big Richland River winds
And I bet they danced them a jig
And they laughed and sang a new song
"Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive"
But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And old grandad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
And sent the money back to grandma
But he never left Harlan alive
Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life diggin' coal
from the bottom of your grave...

I grew up in a little town called Corbin, 65 miles West of the Harlan they talk about in this song. We didn't have coal mines, though. What we had was a railroad; but if you travelled past the railroad yard at any given time of the day, you'd bet that you were looking at a bunch of coal miners. They looked as dirty and tired as you'd imagine someone crawling from the pits of the mines would.

It's funny how you never appreciate the place you grow up until you're grown up. You never relish in those tiny little things that make a place such a part of you that ages later you find yourself still telling tales about it.

You never remember the old wringer washer your mom used until you're doing laundry in your new Whirlpool 20 years later.
You never remember the old coalstove that kept you so warm when you were 8 until you're toasty warm in your own house at age 24.
You never remember bathing in a tub in the kitchin until you're in your shower 18 years later getting ready for work.
You almost forget the twang in your Father's voice when he sang Hank Williams until So Lonesome I Could Cry comes over your car stereo and you're left wishing for someone that got taken from you way too early.

Our house sat on a gravel road and I NEVER wore shoes from the time I was small to the time I left home. My feet were so hard and calloused from days spent outside walking....

The first time I came back from College for a weekend I took my shoes off, anxious for my feet to play in the dirt after 6 months away. In that short 6 months, the callouses on my feet had softened and it hurt to walk that road I had walked a hundred times growing up.

It was at that moment I knew I had left that little southern town forever...

and it made me cry.