A captivating title for a really good post...

A little while ago my friend posted this on her blog and I loved it so I asked her if I could share it. (She probably doesn't think we're friends... but I do. Anyone I stalk is a friend. :))

It's worth your time to read... and so is her blog. She's funny even when she doesn't mean to be and she does such a good job at painting a picture in your mind that I can't help but read her stuff. So if you have some free time, or want to waste some time, you should click on the link to "Emily and Adam" on the right. Enjoy!

From A to B: ixnay on the udgmentjay

It's about to get real up in heya so cover your ears if you come here for the laughs.

I was walking down the stairs at the train station today when a buxom woman with a scowl that could have excited the devil came bustled past me and clocked me in the face with her Mary Poppins carpet bag. I covered my smarting nose with my hand, expecting an apology but was met instead with a Move out of the beeping way!

Oh my, the words that crossed my mind! She-devil! Winch! Imbecile! Please note that I'm censoring for the children. Seething with anger, I boarded the train and began to let my brain conjure up thoughts of shoulda-coulda-wouldas.

In my mind's eye, I had just chased her down, pulled the floor lamp out of her bag, and beaned her with it, when a stooped, elderly man boarded the packed train car and made a move to squeeze in by me. Still seething from taking it in the face, I thought, Fat chance, Old Man. If you think I'm moving just because you survived WWII, you'd better think again. Plus, you sorta reek.

As he braced himself against the wall, I noticed he held an appointment card in his gnarled hand. The top of the card read "Washington Cancer Institute." My heart dropped, along with my last shreds of anger.

Then, because I'm a manic, I started getting riled that no one was giving him a seat.

The point is, I'm a judger. And not the "Your Honor" kind, nor the judge righteously type. I see, I assess, and I pass judgment. It's a characteristic I HATE about myself and I often vow to overcome the glaring natural man, only to find myself pinning a skinny girl with an eating disorder the very next day.

Between both Adam and myself we can't seem to remember the exact origin of this story but we recently heard an account of a professor who asked the members of his class to anonymously write down a trial they were each dealing with presently. He collected the papers and read them aloud. Rape, fear, divorce, death, anxiety, unplanned pregnancy. Each person was dealing with something monumental and not a single person in that room knew about it.

Take Ole Bopped-Me-On-The-Nose for example. She had probably been up all night with a sick baby. She then might have broken her heel on the way to work and had to wear her spare flip-flops all day which didn't bode well with with her boss, who was already yelling at her for a misplaced file. Maybe she forgot her lunch, her cell phone, and her Metro pass. She also forgot about picking up her great-aunt from physical therapy, which is where she was running to when she passed my sauntering hiney and thought, If that little twerp doesn't get out of my way, I'm going to clock her in the face with my Mary Poppins carpet Bag.

Or maybe she's just an ornery old hag.

Either way, how am I to know?

Since I'm a sucker for rhetorical cliches: have I walked a mile with her Mary Poppins carpet bag? Not a chance.

The thin, tan, blond mother is fighting depression, the trite business man exiting his Lexus recently lost his mother, and the indifferent teenager behind the Taco Bell counter is working two jobs to help with rent.

Every single one of us is going through something and "who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?" In fact, Adam and I are in the midst of something so thick that I wouldn't even wish it upon those boys in sixth grade who mocked my hot pink t-shirt.

So I made a vow. For the next week, I'm going to remain acute to this despicable habit of mine. When judgmental thoughts cross my mind, I'm going to nip 'em and flip 'em.

In other words, wanna bash me in the face with your Mary Poppins carpet bag? Now's your chance.

And see? I blogged this entire thing from inside a bath tub and you had no idea. You just never know....

He makes my heart happy...

This is what I found one morning when I got out of the shower. Maybe it's only sweet to me, but it makes me smile.

And Now... The Rest of the Story

We are so excited to be on our way to welcoming a new sweet baby into our home! It will be so much fun for Koy to have a sibling and hopefully we can teach him how to be nice to other kids before this one gets here.

I am 14 weeks + a few days and so that puts the due date on March 21st but I'm planning on the 28th to be safe. It seems like forever away some days but other days I'm nervous that we won't be ready for it. I know it shouldn't be that scary, but I'm more scared this time than I was with Koy. Maybe it's knowing what happens at the end. Yikes! Really though, we are super excited and Justin has even admitted he would totally be fine having a little girl. That was a shock to me because he's NEVER wanted a girl. I've felt better than I did with Koy and I wasn't sick much with Koy so I'm thinking it will be a boy... The Chinese think so too. :) Trust me, I checked a Chinese gender prediction chart. Those have to be 100% accurate, right? Ha.

There is one downer about the March due date. The baby will be coming during March Madness. Dang it! (Not that it matters to me... but to Justin, it might put kink in his plans.) I didn't realize it was due during March Madness until we were sitting in Stake Conference last weekend. I figured I could tell Justin there and he would be on such a spiritual high that he would be like, "It's ok babe! I won't even make you watch Sports Center and nothing about the sport will be mentioned. I just love you so much and you're the best and your happiness is the only thing in this world that will matter to me. We'll just focus all of our attention on you and the new baby, because I love you."

Boy was I wrong!

I leaned over and told him what I had just realized and his response was,

"I'll forgive you."

WHAT?!

I'll forgive YOU?

Yeah. He obviously wasn't paying very close attention to conference or something because he was not on the spiritual high I thought he would be on.

He's a terd and he'll pay for it later. I just haven't figured out how...



As far as Koy goes, he is doing pretty well with his glasses. He wore them last week for almost one whole day! I was so proud of him! He just looks so cute that it cracks me up. I think it's also helped to not force it on him to wear them too. If he wants them on he can have them and if not, he doesn't have to. He is realizing that they do help him see his books and toys though. When we read stories and we ask him if he wants his glasses on, he always says, "Ok." It's so cute! He's just so sweet but it kind of makes me laugh because a lot more people talk to Koy wherever we go now. He also gets more treats from the checkers at Macey's now... which is kind of bad because he expects he'll get a treat whenever we go shopping. Oh well. I'm also happy because his eye does look so much better when his glasses are on! Hopefully it keeps getting stronger so we don't have to do surgery. Woot!

Look what we did today...

G'Dasses!

That is how Koy says "glasses." Yesterday I took the little man to Primary Children's to the eye Dr. After the 2 hour appointment, the verdict is:

Our child is legally blind!

Ok, not that bad... but almost. Really. Poor little man. That is why his eye turns in, he can't see anything out of it! For those of you who have glasses... I'll give you an example of what his lense prescription is.
Mine is like -2.00 and -2.50... or something.
Koy's is +1.25 and + 4.75!

So, we're off to visit the glasses wizard next week and then we'll be working on getting him to actually wear them.

It really is not a big deal and I'm not even worried about it. He'll still be a cute little munchkin!

Hug!

This is Koy's new word for the past week or so and we LOVE it! The best part is he actually wants to give a hug when he says it. He'll just be playing and then he'll come up to you and say "hug!" and he'll have his arms open all ready for you to pick him up and give him a squeeze. What a cutie!

Also, we read this Mickey Mouse book multiple times a day and on the last page Mickey's sheep are sleeping and we always count them. There are 10 on the page...
So I didn't think anything of it but I went to put Koy in the pick-up this morning and I started to count and said, "One, two," and Koy says, "TEN!" What a turkey.

Some people...

I hate to be "hatin'" here... but... today we had an encounter with a lady that really got my blood pressure up... and I have great blood pressure so it takes a lot to do that. (Actually, it's not really "hatin'", it's more of "dis-likin'"... you'll know what I mean in a second...)

This morning I took Justin to campus.

So we're just drivin' along and of course, we hit one of the 15 stoplights between our house and his work. So we are sitting at the stop light discussing... I can't remember what we were talking about, so let's just say we were talking about mini-vans, for the sake of the story...

We are just minding our own business when all of the sudden we are jarred forward. It wasn't a hard hit so we were both kind of confused about what happened. I look in the mirror and there is a mini-van behind us. Yep, she ran right into us... while we were stopped.

So we get out to see the damage and the lady in the mini-van says, "I don't know what happened! Did you go in reverse or something?!"

Really?

Did I put the car in reverse? At a stop light? Because the point is to go backwards at stoplights... wait, it isn't. Ok. So on to the damage-

There isn't really any. Our bumper already looks like crap so the screws from her license plate holder just added a for more little scratches... so really it's not big deal.

That's not what was irritating.

This is what irritated me.

She didn't get out of her van and even offer any insurance information or a phone number... but really, there wasn't much damage so I guess I can let that go.
She got out of the van and blamed ME for the accident.

Then, she didn't even say sorry or anything! Really? I don't know about you but usually if you run into someone, don't you kind of feel like crap and try to appologize ASAP?

Justin and I just stood there starring at the bumper and then we finally decided to pull into a parking lot to talk about things.

We decided the bumper hadn't moved and our trunk still shut fine so everything was ok. Finally, when we were getting into the car again, the lady says, "Sorry and drive safe!"

Oh my word. I know it shouldn't get to me because it is silly and I am glad it wasn't bad enough to hurt anyone. (Although, the first thing I thought was that we were going to get a new bumper and that would have been AWESOME!) I guess I'm mean but I am super dissapointed at how the lady responded. Oh well.