sick sick sick

Noah has been feeling under the weather of sorts for the last few days. I hate it when he is sick, but I am so glad that I am here to look after him. I love to try and make him feel better and watch over him. I wish that I was sick instead of him. I have never really felt like that before. I think that is how God feels about me, and he did take the ultimate death and pain away from me. I find that I just want more and more from him though and I am never really satisfied. I want to be healthy now... I don't want hard times... I always read in the Bible that followers of Christ would have hard times but I never really thought I would have hard times. And now that I am having hard times I am kicking and screaming like a spoiled brat that this is not what I had in mind. This is not my way. What am I learning from this? I have no clue.

Tai Chi in the morning

Noah, Buster and I had such a lovely walk this morning. It was overcast and just perfect weather as far as I am concerned. I have been so pesimistic lately and this morning I think that I was starting to see the beauty in life and nature again.
There was this elderly man doing Tai Chi in the park where I was walking and I was thinking how liberating that must feel to just do your exercises in public and not give a care if people are staring at you (which I was, staring at him, but I thought it was beautiful and I couldn't look away).
All in all, a good start to my day.

Goodwill to all

I just love the Goodwill lately. Yesterday we went there and I found four shirts that all fit quite nicely. I usually never have luck finding things but yesterday I hit the jackpot. And all that for a mere $9. We went to the one on Alma School and Ray-ish- I definitely recommend it (thanks Jamie).

Swan Lake

I went to Swan Lake the other night with Stacy and Jamie. It was a lot different than I had pictured. It was kinda like swan lake remix. There was a bar called SWANk and a cell phone rang in the middle of the characters watching another ballet in the ballet. The most interesting and confusing part was that the Prince wanted to be a swan and then he falls in love with the main hairy swan. Then he sees the swan at a party, but now he is a guy not a swan but the Prince recognizes the guy as looking like the swan. how can a guy look like a swan? In the end it looks like the swans kill the prince but I think it is just a metaphor for something. He dies anyway and then the Swan takes him to a better place. A place where men and swans can have real relationships.
This one guy who was walking by our seats said, "Swan Lake is a lot more gay than I remember."
All in all it was a great night.

Ohhhh Canada

My mom and dad are here from the great Canadia and I am so excited that we get to hang out with them for two weeks. Last night we went to a DIAMOND BACKS game and it was really quite fun. I always get a little bored in the middle of the game. Does it really need to be NINE inings? REALLY? And I am also so freaked out that I am going to get smacked in the face with a baseball.
All in all we are having a great time together. I hate it that they live so far away, but it is good that they get to come here and visit.

Noggin issues

The other night Kim Manwaring (a local brain surgeon) stopped by our house to check out the progress on Noah's head. Noah has something called Plagiocephaly (which is a fancy dancy way of saying flat head). Noah is such a good sleeper and has more than 50% REM sleep. In this dream sleep babies are paralized and do not move. Because of this, Noah's head is flat on his left side. We saw our pediatrician a few weeks ago and she was really impressed that Noah's head has really rounded out. She seemed to think that it was all fine and good. BUT, the brain surgeon has a different opinion.
Noah's forehead on the left side has shifted forward and has not gone back enough. The reason why this is concerning is that the forehead affects the growth of the rest of the face.
So, long story short... Noah has to wear a helmet. I was feeling fine with this until I looked on the internet for more information about it. In order to make the helmet, they must make a mold of Noah's head. They have to cast his head and I saw these horific (I am a little melodramatic) pictures of a baby's face covered in plaster with only a little hole for the mouth. At the sight of this I started crying and crying. It is only for 10 minutes but I am freaked out about it.
Also I read this stupid artical in the PEOPLE magazine about the helmets and they made it out like they were all for cosmetic purposes and parents are going to extremes to make their kids perfect. I don't want to make Noah wear this helmet for FOUR months 23 hours a day if it is not totally necessary. Being a mother is so stressful sometimes.

Noah's little buddy Jesus

Tom got this little Jesus doll from work for Noah. Jesus Talks and says inspirational things like "your life is so important to me" and "love others as I have loved you." You would think that this would be comforting to a seven month old, but not so with Noah. He started to cry the first time he heard Jesus' words. Slowly he has become friends with the Jesus doll. Hopefully this image of Jesus does not haunt him later in life.

Canadian at heart

Here is our little Canadian!