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About Table for Five:
First there was me and my husband, and then there were two wonderful sons. And then there was a new baby coming! One day, we walked into a restaurant, and the waitress asked how many? I said, table for four, please. Then I turned to my husband and said, when the baby comes, we'll need to ask for a table for five. And the rest, as they say, is history. I hope you enjoy my posts, reviews, photos, and giveaways!
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On Thursday October 12, 2006, Mimi Writes had an idea. What if on one day, bloggers joined together to post about peace, using an image of our beautiful Earth which she called The Peace Globe. She suggested we all title our posts “Dona Nobis Pacem”, which in a literal translation from Latin to English means Grant Us Peace. What if……
….. we added the power of the written word - and our blog names - to the face of our world? A world that we share with each other through our written words, A world that so many of us have already begun to realize is smaller than we ever imagined. From that came a project that I am so proud to be participating in today, The BlogBlast For Peace. This is my Peace Globe:
There was a time about two years ago when I came very close to quitting blogging. An anonymous commenter left me a horrible comment regarding my feelings for my mother in law who had just passed away, and there seemed to be this wave of hatred sweeping the blogosphere. It seemed like every day another blog in my blogroll was dealing with nasty commenters. It was then that I made a decision that has stayed with me to this day-
I will only use my blog for good. Never for Evil.
I also came up with what I think of, cheesy as it may sound, as my Golden Rule of Blogging:
Comment Unto Others As You Would Have Them Comment Unto You.
To this day, I have never left a nasty comment on a blog, and I don’t write posts saying nasty things about other bloggers. That is my way of contributing to Peace in the Blogosphere. It might not make this blog as popular as some, but it makes it a blog that I would read if I didn’t write it myself.
Please use your blogs for good. Please spread Peace around the blogosphere. Please blog for Peace.
Readers, I have a gift for you. You can take it and place it on your blog and hopefully when you look at it you will remember me and how much I APPRECIATE YOU for reading this blog. If you prefer not to place badges on your sidebars, that’s totally okay too. Because today on Table for Five, it’s all about YOU.
You with the kids and the spouse and the job and the blogs of your own, who still come here by feed reader or bookmark or blogroll link, and leave comments and enter giveaways and spread a bit of your sunshine all over the page. You who are a stay at home parent, a work at home parent, a work outside the home parent, or not a parent. You who have one blog, two blogs, more blogs than you can count.
You, who are worried about the economy and the future of the U.S. Presidency and women’s rights, who are battling medical problems and personal problems and trying to scrape together enough money to put gas in your car. You, with the new baby or the teenagers or the grandchildren. You, and you, and YOU. For YOU, I have created this:
Would you like different colors to match your blog? Not a problem! Let me know and I can either make it for you or email you the image and you can pretty it up in photobucket or photoshop or whatever you use (I used the editing tools in photobucket for this). I hope you enjoy the award, and thank YOU for being the ICING ON MY CAKE.
One of the honored guests at the Virtual Baby Shower that I participated in, Mrs. Chicken, just wrote a post about how exhausted she is with this second pregnancy, how some days she feels disconnected, wonders what the heck she got herself into. I was reading through her comments and then started leaving one of my own, only it got so long that I came here to turn it into a blog post instead.
Ryan was 17 months old when I got pregnant with Nathan. I was working full-time at the Credit Union, we had a terrific caregiver who’s house was across the street and five houses down from ours, and Chris was working for a company whose offices were less than a mile from our house.
On a beautiful Spring weekend in April, 1998, Chris, Ryan and I participated in a 5K walk for the March of Dimes. We got home and Ryan went down for a nap, and I stretched out on the couch. And slept for four hours. When I woke up I said to Chris, “wow, I don’t feel good. My stomach feels queasy.”
Dun dun DUN. I made a doctor appointment, peed into a cup, and sure enough. But here’s what’s weird-I have almost no specific memories of being pregnant with Nathan. I see photos from that time with my belly round and I just get no memory sense at all. I know it was a relatively good pregnancy, no high blood pressure or diabetes, no bedrest. In fact, I went into labor naturally, which I hadn’t even done with Ryan.
But why can’t I remember? I can’t nod my head along with Mrs. Chicken and say “oh yes, I remember that feeling”, or “no, that didn’t happen to me” because I just don’t remember it. I was growing a person inside my body, you’d think I would have some memories of that. I do remember that labor started on Sunday, December 20th at Chris’ Aunt and Uncle’s Christmas party, and that I kept feeling my belly tighten. I also played the piano while everyone sang Christmas Carols, and can I just say that oh my GAH, what was I thinking with this hairdo:
(I’m the one in the middle with the curling iron curls on the top of my head. And the festive red nails, which went with me to the hospital and were red for a long time because I was too tired to remember to take the polish off. On my left is Chris’ Mother, on my right, his Aunt). The HAIR.
Last night my friend Kellie, who is also the mother of Nathan’s best friend, came over and stayed with the kids for FIVE HOURS so that Chris and I could have dinner at Carraba’s (thanks to a very generous gift card given to me by my SIL for Christmas), AND go see the movie “21″.
*Just a tip-if you order a Cosmopolitan at Carraba’s, ask for some extra cranberry juice on the side, because I think the bartender poured Ketel One and Cointreau into the shaker and then just waved it past the juice bottle. It was undrinkable until I confessed to our server that it was too strong and she offered more juice.
*Another suggestion-always tell your server that you have a movie to catch. We were in and out in just over an hour, and that server got a HUGE tip because of her willingness to help us make the movie on time.
*We saw previews for “Made of Honor” with Patrick Dempsey, which looked like a sweet romantic comedy. Also “You Don’t Mess With The Zohan” which stars Adam Sandler and had everyone in the theater cracking up. And “Ironman”, which looks FREAKING SWEET and AWESOME and Robert Downey Jr. is going to blow everyone away with this one.
*”21″ was really good, it followed the book it’s based on (”Bringing Down The House”) fairly closely, and stars Kevin Spacey and Jim Sturgess, an English actor who was in “Across the Universe” and is also in “The Other Boleyn Girl”. Also Kate Bosworth and Lawrence Fishburne.
So Chris and I talked about his upcoming business travels, and my still not being sure about BlogHer, and about my trip to DisneyWorld next month, and it was really nice to just talk to each other with no distractions. We rarely get a chance to even have dinner by ourselves, let alone be out for five hours!
Even after being together for 23 years (yes, really, 23 years) I still like going out on dates with Chris. Which is a very good thing.
What do you mean I haven’t been sick that long? Are you sure? And speak up, please, because both of my ears are completely plugged shut and I can’t really hear anything anymore. There’s some limited breathing available, but only in the two seconds immediately after blowing my nose, after that, I’m outta luck.
Kaitlyn is sick and MISERABLE. She doesn’t like the snacks I have to offer, she doesn’t like the fact that there are COMMERCIALS on TV interrupting her watching of the WonderPets. Every few seconds she turns her huge, sad blue eyes to me and says “Mama, I need sumpin’ else to watch”. Or, “Mama, I need sumpin’ else to eat”, or “Mama, I need more juice”, or “MommmeeeeeEEEEEE”. Her nose is running so much that it’s now bleeding slightly, and it pains me to have to wipe it because I know how much it hurts her.
Yesterday, I feel like I let down a few people who have been very kind to me because they asked me to do some very simple posting and I just didn’t do it, and I apologize for that. Any time I am online is a brief break in the coughing and nose blowing cycle, and Kaitlyn is never off my lap for more than a moment at a time. This is very hard, and while I know dealing with illness is part of being a parent, it doesn’t make it any easier when it happens.
I hate that I’m just counting the hours until my husband gets home so I can go to bed.