Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Christmas Card 2010

Finally got these puppies ordered! So cute right?
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Thursday, December 9, 2010

O Christmas Cards, O Christmas Cards

O how annoying you can be.

Does anyone else have trouble keeping up with the Christmas card thing? Our first year of marriage I bought all of the supplies to carefully handcraft, stamp and embellish the best Christmas cards in the world. I finished three. I only remembered to send one.

I'm no Martha.

Shutterfly is here to make it all easier. They saved my skin last year when we were T minus 10 days till Christmas with no Christmas cards going out of the new baby. I knew I would be forever banished to "outlaw" by the inlaws if they didn't receive a Christmas card with a photo of their darling grandson to display (in prominence, of course) on their banister. I uploaded a photo and had the cards in my hands in 48 hours. I also scored big in the grandparent department by gifting them each with a Shutterfly photobook of Sam's first nine months. Photo calendars are on their list for this year and I'm excited to see how they turn out. The quality of their products is excellent and I'm now a lifelong customer.

This is the card I've picked out for 2010:

Or maybe this one:


Or I may go crazy and order half and half. 

Check 'em out here. Come on, you know you want to. . . all the cool kids are doing it!




I was compensated 50 free Shutterfly holiday cards for my participation in this program. It's no biggie- I would have ordered them anyway. 

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Where I've Been. And stuff.

Sometimes I think of Blogdom as one large, convoluted therapy session. We're all messed up in one way or another and we write about it. Or we write about something that takes our minds off of our freakishly weird lives.

Today, I'll start.

As I've spoken about before, after Sam was born I developed severe postpartum depression. I knew that I was clinically depressed but I had no idea how deep into the fog I had walked, nor how long I really stayed there. I felt a bit better around the 6-8 month mark and I assumed that it was over and that I was just different. It wasn't over. I sunk far deeper than I ever thought possible.

Over the summer my husband and I went through a very hard time. Part of it stemmed from my PPD and part of it was a mix of our immaturity and the fact that we had gone through several life altering changes over a short period of time. We're not arguers. We didn't yell and fuss. We just gave up.
Long story short- we're better now. Part getting married young is growing up together. We've both matured a lot over the past several months and our relationship is that much stronger. My husband is my best friend and I am his.

I've gone back to college. I'm in the business program and I'm majoring in marketing. This coming summer I'll also be taking some cosmetology classes for fun and if I'm able to finish all of my hours around my business coursework I'll take the state board exam and get my license. Thankfully I was able to CLEP out of quite a few classes and I've scheduled everything so that I'm away from Sam as little as possible. My PPD has improved remarkably with diet, exercise and a bit of light therapy.

Throughout the past six months I've gone through a metamorphosis of sorts. I wore pants for the first time in nine years on my 24th birthday. We're beginning to slough off the legalism that we were entrenched in so that we can walk in grace. It's freeing in a way that I can't describe. I understand God's love for me. I know that He knows my frame. The day I stopped living for people and started living for Christ felt like the stepping off point for the rest of my life.

So here am I.

Breathing grace.

Monday, November 15, 2010

I Heart Faces | Silhouettes

Hellooooooo?

::Tapping glass::

Anyone here?

It's been a long time! If anyone still checks in here you'll be pleased to know that I am still alive! I took an extended break from blogging and I'm ready to hop back in the saddle! I'll explain the blogging break and all of the new changes in our lives in tomorrow's post. What better way to kick off a new start than with an I Heart Faces entry?






My baby sister is growing up. As the much older sister, I always see her as the perpetually perky 5th grader. She's graduating this year and is starting her own life away from home. She's going to be madly successful at whatever she puts her mind to, and part of her charm is that she's still not quite sure what that is yet. Last week she finally declared a major in Education, then promptly changed her mind after 48 hours. The baby I diapered and washed and let wet my bed is now a grown up. How did that happen? And why are they standing so close together? Shoo away dude! I'll shed a tear or two as I watch her take her own place in adulthood, and I'll wonder why I wished away her childhood.

Wait. . . I remember. It started when she pasted pantyliners to my bedroom door.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Moving on up!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Smilin' Sam




I'm entering this photo of Samuel into my very first I Heart Faces Challenge. He was thrilled to see his Easter basket after church on Easter afternoon, as shown in his adorable smile. We also celebrated his birthday that afternoon. This is a fitting challenge to enter a photo of him in. His nickname at church and elsewhere is "Smilin' Sam", and everyone remarks that his smile is so contagious. He's our joy, and brings smiles to our faces all throughout the day.

Thread of Grace: Part 1

I mentioned in a previous post that my dad left when I was quite young. What I didn't mention was that my dad was a womanizer and after multiple affairs he left my mother for a 19 year old model.  Though he was quite wealthy, he rarely sent child support or alimony. My mother was too hurt and headstrong and proud to fight for it. We moved 200 miles away, into a tiny apartment in a tiny town bringing only our clothes, antique furniture that my mom had inherited from her grandmother, and a luxury vehicle which she promptly traded in for a small red Ford. My mother had been an accountant in my father's business so not only was she a single mother, she was a jobless single mother.

She sold her Cartier watch to get us by and then quickly found a job in a CPA firm. I remember holding the watch in my hand on the way to the pawn shop. Loose diamonds floated in the face, and the thin gold band felt like liquid silk. She took it from me, placed it in a long blue velvet box, took the keys out of the ignition and told me to sit still until she returned. When she came back to the car she carried poise, confidence, and a look of victory.

Back in the early 90's a female accountant's salary was just barely enough to support a family. We ate liver cheese sandwiches, peanut butter sandwiches, fried bologna sandwiches, sometimes just two slices of bread with mayonnaise in between. She scrimped and saved every penny she had to send me the private school in our little town. Each night we would eat our sandwiches and she would tell me, "Christy, education is the key to your future. Take advantage of it and do your very best. It's the only way you'll make it in this world as a woman." I took her words to heart...