Tuesday, September 2, 2008

An open letter to solicitors

Dear Solicitor (that means YOU who ring my doorbell while knocking incessantly),

I work full time from home. I have a newborn and a toddler as well as a Kinder student who has to be picked up daily. I don’t want the steaks from your truck freezer, no matter how cheap they are. Any newspapers go straight to recycling. I’ve already found Jesus. He lives in my heart, my children’s hearts and my husband’s heart. He also talks to the preacher two doors down. I don’t want you to do my yardwork, housework, or paint my house. I don’t have the money to buy from your child’s fundraiser. I don’t want Girl Scout cookies or a subscription to a magazine I’ll never have a chance to read. I’m lucky I can read the can I grab from the pantry for dinner.

Now. If you still feel like your product, service, or charity requires you to knock on my door. Go ahead. But be warned, I probably won’t be very chatty. You’ll be lucky if I’m civil and not downright rude. Better yet. Don’t knock. Call me and make an appointment! What, you don’t have my number? Then you really don’t need to talk to me huh?

Monday, September 1, 2008

School & Growing Babies

Mikayla's first week of Kindergarten has gone amazingly well. Her first day she was practically kicking me out of the classroom after the first minute. The second day didn't go quite as smoothly, but there were no tears and there was no major drama. By the end of the week, she had the process down. Starting tomorrow, the girl goes in on her own! Amazing ain't it!

David is growing! I was looking at his sweet face today while he was nursing and noticed that his head has gotten bigger! I'm sure it's not by much, but it was enough for me to notice. His cheeks are chubbier. His arms aren't quite as stickly, and his little chicken legs are FINALLY starting to fill out. Thank Goodness! I was getting tired of pee and poo seeping out of the leg holes of EVERY diaper I own (both cloth and disposable!) He does still have a frog look to him though. BIG ole belly and tiny little heiny. I know it will change and when it does, I'll be sad!