Thursday, April 29, 2010

Comment on Comments

We made it back from Tennessee, and I will blog much about that trip. Later. For now I just wanted to comment on the fact that my post about dyeing my hair got more comments than the posts about Jill's first year.

I just thought that was kind of funny. :)

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Day.

And here are pictures of the day we celebrated the birth of Jill. There are a few more on facebook if you'd really like to see more of Jill eating cake. :) The day consisted mostly of going to church and then to Jeff's parents' house. Kevin came down from Oxford, and we enjoyed dinner and birthday cake together. It is not the first time Jill had cake, but it was definitely the first time she was able to hold something herself that had frosting on it. You'll notice she changed out of her cute outfit when cake time rolled around. Grandpa even gave her some ice cream to rub into the mix, too. Doggie Sammy was quite content sitting at her feet, and we plopped her in the bathtub when it was all done. Thank you, Laurie!

Jill's First Year in Pictures

It happened. Jill has been alive for a whole year. Almost. This evening, she will have been alive for a whole year! :) Let me tell you what, I am enjoying today and yesterday evening a bit more than I did last year. Not that it wasn't exciting for Jill to finally come. Haha. That was very exciting. It's just the method that babies come is not the most exciting. Miraculous? Yes. Amazing? Yes. Painful? Yes. ;)

Here she is!!
One photo for every month, beginning with her first day.

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!

And of lesser importance

I colored my hair. I caved. I've held strong and natural for a while, but haha . . . all things must come to an end, right? I'll go natural again next time. :)

Before, I had a few people every now and then say that Jill had my hair color, but now every new person I meet seems to mention that she got my hair. Haha. I didn't really intend to dye to match, but I wanted a change that wouldn't be completely drastic like light blonde or dark brown or red, so light red seemed to be what I was looking for, and here I am.

It's been interesting to notice the reactions. In sunlight, people don't notice as much. Some people just think that the sun brings out natural red in my hair. (And if I look at older pictures of myself, it kind of does.) Only one person has noticed immediately with confidence. Some people don't notice at all, and I have to say something (or I just don't say anything and let them continue on thinking it's my natural color). And some people notice, but aren't sure, and they ask if I've done something. Tee hee. It's kind of fun. I really don't think it's too huge of a change though. It almost seems like it has the same light/dark level, just with a new color.

One thing it does seem to do is make my eyes look bluer and my cheeks rosier. A few people have commented that my face seems to have more color now, and I agree.

On the funny side, the first day I dyed my hair, I looked at my reflection quite a bit (sometimes in surprise because I had forgotten anything was different, haha). After a lot of looking, I thought to myself, "Hm. Strawberry blonde is just a nice way to say orange, isn't it? Please don't tell me I just dyed my hair orange." I have decided since then, though, that there is a difference between orange and strawberry blonde. Orange would be much more glaring and bright. Strawberry blonde is softer, pinker.

Monday, April 19, 2010

A few thoughts I've been meaning to blog about

This post is going to be pretty much a random compilation of all the things I've been thinking about and have not posted yet.

I was at the park the other day with Jill; she and I were sitting slightly under one of the jungle gyms. Two other girls came climbing down a pole. They were perhaps five years old. Neither had their shoes on (the playground was the kind with wood chips), and one girl told the other girl to go get their shoes. The second girl scampered off. Then the first girl turned to me and said, "I don't like you. What's your name?" She said this without any animosity; she said it as simply as if she had said, "It sure it hot out today." It rather took me aback. So, I responded, "My name is Mimi, and this is my daughter Jill." She said, "Mimi. Mimi . . . I don't like that name." (Again she had no venom in her voice. She was merely stating a fact of life.) I replied, "Well, that's okay. It's my name, so you don't have to like it." She continued to stare at me, and then she said, "You wear glasses. My grandmother wears glasses. She's in the hospital." I then said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope she is doing all right." To this she replied, "Of course she isn't. She's in the hospital." Then the other girl returned, they put on their shoes, and they ran over to the swings.

Wow. I was kind of blown away by that interaction with such a young girl.

Another thought that has been blowing around in my mind: the difference between being used and being needed. They're exactly the same action aren't they? Whether you are being used or being needed, the same action of giving and receiving occurs. The only difference I can determine is the giver's and receiver's attitudes. The attitude is the only difference, and it makes a huge difference. It is so wonderful to be needed and so awful to be used, but the only difference is how I feel about it.

Interesting. (To me, at least.)

You know how there is that "law" of meeting someone who knows someone you know, etc., as long as you talk long enough? Well, thus far (previous to this past week), I had not meet anyone in Cincinnati that has known anyone I knew before Cincinnati, and I have almost been here for a year. (It will be a year on Memorial Day.) However, this week, I met THREE! All at once. I think that's kind of funny. I met a girl on the playground who studied the same subject as my brother-in-law, and he was a TA in a few of her classes. (Amy, her name was Kelly Poulson, I believe.) Then at a church activity on Saturday, a woman that is in my book club leaned over and said, "You're from Muncie, right?" To which I replied, "Yes, I lived there from 1997 to 2004." She responded that her cousin (I think cousin) married a girl from Muncie, and she was going to their reception that evening. (She's related to the man that Kendra Ridge just married.) Then yesterday at church, a friend came over and told me about visiting her daughter (Katie? Katy?) in California. She said Katie had a friend named Rebecca who sings beautifully and who came over and sang for her. My friend was reading Rebecca's blog and saw that a Mimi had commented on it and then discovered that the Mimi was me. Haha. It was my Becca from Brazil! One of my best friends from elementary school. My friend from church thought perhaps we both studied music together at BYU, but no, we went back way longer than that. :)

Then a fourth item that I wanted to mention. I went to a woman's conference on Saturday that was amazing. I was gone from my house from 7:45 until about 2:30. I think that's the longest I've ever been away from Jill. Jeff did an amazing job, and he never even gave her the milk I pumped. So, the end of breastfeeding might be near. I can't really comprehend that. Anyway, the main point of this is that at the conference I attended a class that was marvelous (they were all marvelous); however, this class had an instructor that shared something that answered a question I have kept hidden in my heart for years. Years. It was the most amazing feeling to realize that 1. I must not be alone and other women must have this question/concern as well and 2. God knew that I wanted to know and He inspired the instructor to share that with the class. I started to cry; it was so overwhelming. I haven't felt the Spirit that strongly in a long time, and it was just like a hug from my Heavenly Father. He KNOWS. HE KNOWS. It's wonderful to know that He knows.

And now I really have to go, because Jill woke up before I started writing that last paragraph, and now she's crying!! (I'm a horrible mom.) :)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Time flies . . . when you're flying

Well, life has been busy in Collett land. The most exciting main event was the 90th birthday of my grandmother, and Jill's Gigi. Jill and I were able to fly down to Texas to celebrate as well as see other family members. We were there for five days and had a lot of fun. I hope I age as well as she is!

Mimi and Marcia

While in Texas, Jill learned her first word. Well, there are other words that I think she says, such as "this," "that," "cheese," and "kiss." But I'm not really sure. She is definitely talking. Just not anything that really makes sense. Oh yes, and "yes." It definitely sounds like she says "yes" and "I did it" sometimes. Anyway, while in Texas, Jill and I spent a lot of time at my aunt Cathy's house. At her house was my cousin's dog, named Desoto (as shown below). Desoto had a penchant for licking Jill and getting really excited around her, so his owners would always say "git" and push him away. (In the picture, Jill's second cousin Jade is featured doing the pushing.) Well, Jill started saying "git." Once she even walked around after the dog saying "git." I am not sure whether she realizes that "git" is really "get," or whether she thinks "git" means "dog." Either way, she's really cute when she says it.

Friends of my family (or perhaps only family members haha) will recognize the pink hat. It has been featured in many pictures and videos and really seems to get around the family. I think I have pictures of myself, Amy, Peter, Dad, and Mom all wearing this pink straw hat at different times. I'm not really sure why, as it is not an incredibly attractive hat. I think its predominant feature is that the bright pink makes it harder to lose (dismiss?) than other hats, and that is why it is so well used in our family.

Sadly, this is the only picture that I have that includes all the family members who were there. Grandma had all of her children and children-in-law there (six total), four of her grandchildren (out of ten total), and two great-grandchildren (out of eight total (with two more on the way!!)).

Easter happened while we were in Texas, so the following pictures are some pictures of Jill and I on Easter Sunday.

All Smiles

"Okay, I'll give you a kiss, Mommy."

"I'm not sure I want you to kiss me though . . ."

Jill did really great on the airplane, all things considering. I lucked out and didn't have to change any diapers on the plane. (What a blessing!) On the first plane ride, I had twenty minutes before boarding, so I decided to go change her diaper. I let her walk to the bathroom, but I didn't consider that while the bathroom was close, she walks really slow still. :) When we left the bathroom, I had to pick her up and hustle, because there was no longer anyone sitting at the gate, and the woman at the gate said she had wondered where we had gone to and that we were lucky, because they were about to shut the doors.

I got on the plane, and the stewardess had moved someone else for me, so Jill and I could have an empty seat next to us and sit in the back row of the plane. (I know that "flight attendant" is politically correct, but I like the word "stewardess.") I appreciated the fewer distractions offered by sitting in the back row, but it was noisier and colder (I thought). The people sitting in front of us were very kind and smiled at Jill. She was pretty fussy throughout, because it was time for her to be napping, but she only had noisy cries twice, and finally after almost two hours she fell asleep. Of course, that was near the end of the flight, but I won't complain. I'm just glad it happened eventually. She didn't seem to have trouble with her ears popping, but I did get her to suck as we took off and then she was asleep when we landed.

After the plane landed, I tried to get my things together and put her in her front pack and keep her asleep. It didn't work, but it did take me a long time. I was the last person off the plane, and when I got to the end of the Jet Bridge (?), the door into the airport was closed, and I couldn't get it to open. (It ended up not being that difficult to do, but I didn't realize you had to push down the button while opening the door. I just kept pushing it and then trying to open the door. Sigh.) I walked back down and had the stewardess come back up with me to help me get into the airport. I've never been that slow off a plane before!! I started to worry at one point that the plane would taxi away to a different gate before I was able to get back down to it, and I would be stuck. (I'm sure that never really happens, but hey, I have an active imagination!)

She did better on the flight on the way back to Cincinnati. She fell asleep earlier, and the people sitting near us were even more friendly. One held Jill for me when I used the bathroom. The stewardess on this one was nice, but not as bend-over-backward accommodating as the first flight. (The stewardess on the first flight gave Jill extra cookies and her own apple juice; she held Jill for me twice; and she said I could walk Jill up and down the aisles whenever I needed to as long as the seatbelt light wasn't lit.) Jill still fussed a bit, but never actually cried, and again never seemed to be bothered by the air pressure on her ears.

Even though Jill made things relatively easy, I do not recommend flying with a baby without your spouse. It is complicated. Especially when you have to go to the bathroom and your baby still prefers to crawl rather than walk. Gross.

We Survived

As always when I travel without Jeff, my favorite part of the trip is coming back home to him!!