Thursday, September 11, 2008

Deep Thoughts... By Cara Ramelow

I went to the gym this morning to work out on the stair stepper. They have 4 different TV's going all on different channels. 3 of them were local news programs - all working very hard to scare the crap out of people regarding Ike. One of them was tuned to MSNBC, which was covering the anniversary of 9/11. At first, I was enveloped in the Ike coverage. I had looked over at MSNBC a few times, but saw Bush speaking, so I quickly turned my attention (this is a natural reaction of mine in order to keep my dislike for him from boiling up from my core). Not to mention, I think a lot of the time they exploit the memory of 9/11 in the news media for ratings on it's anniversary. It irritates me to an extent. I believe those that lost their lives in 9/11 should never be forgotten, but their stories shouldn't serve as 'entertainment' every year on this date.

At one point, I turned my attention to MSNBC and realized that they were playing the actual footage from 9/11 in real time. As I worked out and listened to my ipod, I started watching the coverage (the subtitles were scrolling across the screen). At one point, I saw the second plane crash into the WTC. At that exact instant, The Beatles "All You Need is Love" was playing on my ipod. At that moment, my eyes filled with tears and I was unable to stop them from streaming down my face.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

All the feelings and horror from that day came flooding back. EVERYBODY who lived through that tragedy remembers where and how they felt watching the world as we know it disappear. As I worked out, sweating, pushing myself to my limits, I totally became removed from what my body was physically doing. I was breathing hard, sweating like a pig, and my thighs were on fire. But, as I watched the events from that horrific day unfold (again) right before my eyes, all I could feel was the emotional terror, sense of loss, and despair all over again.

The next song to shuffle through my ipod was Dave Matthews Band "Everyday".

Pick me up, love, from the bottom
Up onto the top, love, everyday
Pay no mind to taunts or advances
I'm gonna take my chances on everyday
...
All you need is
All you want is
All you need is love.
All you need is
What you want is
All you need is love.

So fitting, I thought. But, both songs blaring in my ear as I watched the coverage were almost too hard to bear. Seven years ago, many lives were lost, and many more were changed forever. The evil terrorists that did this & supported this wouldn't know true, compassionate love if it slapped them in the face. Sometimes love just isn't enough.

Or is it?

If everyone in this world were morally governed by a REAL sense of love and compassion, wouldn't this world be free of human inflicted tragedies? I know the world is a scary place and that is not possible, but, at the same time, I am encouraged by the goodness of humanity in response to tragedy. People that sacrifice their own lives for the chance to save another... people who give of themselves to care for those that have lost everything... people who risk their own lives to protect others. These people are everywhere and that makes me proud to be a member of the human race.

Yes, I think, in the end, no matter what hardships we face, there is always love to help lift us out of our Hell.

I'll hold on to that belief as Ike gets closer and closer to us. The event will unfold as God sees fit. There may be a lot of destruction. There may be lives lost. Who knows. But, what I do know is that people will rise up, love thy neighbor, and give completely of themselves for the benefit of others.

As always, in the end, love and compassion will prevail. Not tragedy.

(Spoken like a true liberal, huh? Now, Back to more lighthearted fare...)


Saturday, September 06, 2008

Blue

I really like this shot. Unfortunately, this doesn't come across on blogger as good as it really is. In the original, his eyes are strikingly blue. If you click on the pic and enlarge it, you can kind of tell...

Carsten's first day of Preschool




It went well. He had a blast. So did I. :-)

WARNING! These pictures may make you gasp for breath...










Permanent. Pink. Marker. Everywhere.

Carsten's lucky he lived to see another day.

Some damage not pictured:
About 1/3 of the screen of Danyel's 50" TV scribbled on... back panels of the TV... surround sound center channel speaker... a few more places on the wall.... downstairs gate... kitchen cabinets & drawers... leather couch... coffee table... dishwasher door... oven door...

It's amazing what kind of damage a 3 1/2 year old can do in a matter of 10-15 minutes while Mommy takes a shower. After Carsten saw my genuine reaction of sheer horror and shock, he immediately realized he was in for it. He just kept apologizing... desperately. I was in such shock, I couldn't say a word for a few minutes. After my anger rose up, I spanked him and sent him to his room. I could hardly look at him for at least another 30 minutes. I couldn't talk to him either... I didn't trust myself to not say something that could have led to a visit by CPS.

Holy Hell.

Believe it or not, I managed to get it off of 2/3 of the surfaces, but I am having a heck of a time getting it off a few things. If you ever need any tips on getting permanent marker off of anything (tv screens, walls, wood furniture, door knobs, etc.), let me know! If anyone has any suggestions for the leather or upholstery, please pass them along...

Carsten & Aydin's first rainbow(s)

This is a rainbow (actually two if you look closely) that came after a rainstorm a couple of weeks back. Carsten thought it was so cool. I am almost positive that this is the first time he has seen a real rainbow. It was really beautiful. I never tire of seeing a beautiful rainbow arched across the sky...




Friday, September 05, 2008

This is what happens when you lock a 15 month old in his room for 5 minutes...


Don't Judge. I needed to check my email. Obviously, he found plenty to keep him occupied.

Head Shots




These were taken with my new Canon Digital Rebel XSi. It's a whopping 12.2 megapixels and has so many functions, it makes my head spin. The pictures are phenomenal. If you zoom in on the faces, you can see every little detail as clear as day. I added a soft focus to the pics of Carsten, but they were also as sharp as a pin.

Aern't my boys so handsome??! Those blue eyes of Aydin's just kill me...

Friday, August 22, 2008

I am an Obama Mama... Ba-rack the vote!!!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Last week (A busy week at that) in pictures...

Here's some pics of the boys from last week. (They are in no particular order)

Enjoy!


SHINER #2 (What's it been - a couple of weeks since the first?!) Poor thing fell off my BIL's couch and hit the edge (rounded?) of his marble coffee table. I wasn't there, but apparently, it caused quite a scare for my in laws and Danyel. I think he looks kind of cute... like a little boxer.



I bought Carsten some Tinker Toys last week. They turned out to be (as I suspected that they would) a big hit for my little engineer/architect in the making! This pic is of a "tower"... not sure what's up with the string connecting it to the toy box, but I thought it was fabulous nonetheless!



This was a "factory"... or maybe an "elevator"... I forget.



This is the "Oh shit, I'm in trouble" face I wrote about a few posts ago. The pic is kind of blurry, but that's it. This was taken right after he turned off the TV (for the bazillionith time) while Carsten was watching cartoons. Little punk.



Here's the boys in their new robes that a dear friend of my MIL's sent from Turkey. They are so cute & so soft (can't beat that Turkish cotton)!



Back view... (three little bears from behind)



Carsten eating his free ice cream at the end of our Blue Bell Creamery tour on Tuesday. He actually said that seeing the factory was his favorite part (not eating ice cream). You gotta love the hat!



Aydin's little feeties and hands at Washington on the Brazos State Park on Tuesday (after spending the morning in Brenham). I love this shot.



More Aydin...



Aydin is a MANIAC climber. He discovered last week that he can stand up on the toy box in the playroom and turn the lights off & on. This provided much entertainment last week.



An aerial view...



In addition, I had a MNO (Mom's Night Out) with some friends on Thursday night, which is always a hoot. Then, on Friday, Danyel and I went out on our monthly date night to the DMB concert in the Woodlands, which was a lot of fun. This made for an interesting (meaning fuzzy, tired, and hungover) morning on Saturday when we attended a Christening & party (more pics of that fun in a future post) first thing in the morning... brought me back to my college days (much harder on the body with 10 years more under my belt, though). We also attended two birthday parties before the weekend was over. It was hectic to say the least, but it's fun on occasion to have a packed social calendar!

"Free Child care at the Y-M-C-A!!"

I went Friday and joined the Y by our house. I have about 15 lbs. I'd like to lose and I decided that it is high time I got serious about it. I went this morning for the first time and I am hooked! Good workout? Yeah. Nice facilities? That too. BUT. OH. MY. GOD. The free Childcare is the bomb! Why would I not go workout? An hour or so to myself EVERY WEEK DAY? Hello?! Why aren't all moms out there doing this? We should all be in the best shape of our lives! It was such a treat to get on the stepper machine for an hour, while listening to my MP3 player, chatting with some friends that I ran into, & watching ADULT (It was the 'The View', but definitely a refreshing change from 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse') programming!! I was in heaven. Yeah, I sweated and gasped for breath, BUT! I was alone for an entire hour. I burned 500 calories (according to my machine) and I was on top of the world! Then, I had to go pick the kids up. :-)

In all seriousness, though, the childcare facility is great and there are several caretakers in there as well as TONS of toys and even an outside play area. The boys seemed to really enjoy it (or atleast they seemed content when I picked them up). After my glorious workout, I took the kids to the pool for a little bit. It was quite a chore with both of them by myself, but we had a good time.

So, if you're trying to find me on a weekday morning before lunch, I'll be at the Y on 34th!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Random Pics from last week

Saturday night at about 10pm. We were coming back from a party. As you can tell, they had a good time.



Carsten's domino "art exhibit". Quite modern, huh? He called it his "show". I especially like the added touch of the spotlight (flashlight). This is what I mean when I say he is constantly creating "things" from the most random objects around the house. He's my future architect.



I love Aydin's new croc rip-offs! He thinks it is so cool that he has cars on his feet.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

He's going to be disgusted by this converstation when he's 15

Carsten was laying on top of me on the couch today while watching cartoons. He started squeezing one of my breasts. He was doing this yesterday while we were at Costco and I just kind of made light of it and kept pushing his hand away. I decided it was probably time to tell him it wasn't appropriate and why. This was my first attempt at a discussion about "private parts" with Carsten. I don't think it went so well.

Me: "Bubby, don't touch my boob." (yes, this is what we call breasts at our house. Don't judge.) "Touch your own boob." (again trying to make light of the situation while pushing his hand away)

Carsten: "But, mine aren't big enough." (Is it weird that I took this as a compliment?)

M: "Bubby, you can't touch Mommy's boob." (more seriously this time as he reached for it again)

C: "Why? "

M: "Because it is one of Mommy's private parts. You are not supposed to touch other people's private parts and no one is supposed to touch yours. Do you know what a private part is?"

C: "What?"

M: "Your pee pee is your private part. You should never let anyone touch it."

C: "But sometimes I touch it."

M: "Uh.... Well, yeah.... Um, that's o.k." (while trying to hold back laughter) "Just don't let anyone else touch it, o.k.?"

C: "O.K."

Oh brother. Don't know if I got my point across, or in the right way, for that matter. We'll see. Danyel is so in charge of the birds and the bees talk. I apparently don't have a knack for such topics.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Snapshot

My main purpose of this blog is to keep a log of special memories in my life, especially those that include the boys. They are growing up so fast. It still shocks me at times that I have a 3 1/2 year old & a one year old. It just seems like yesterday that Danyel and I exchanged vows. With the boys constantly changing and growing, I want to remember, as best I can, what they were like when they were little. I want to be able to share stories with them about themselves that they can't remember. I want to be able to look back and remember how early certain aspects of their character and personality came through.

I've been keeping a scrap piece of paper by the computer for a while now. I use it to quickly jot down things about them that I don't want to forget. I know if I don't write it down, in a few years, those memories will be gone forever. I decided to compile all of those little things into a blog entry. It may bore most of you and you can quit reading now if you'd like, but as I've said before, this blog is not for your entertainment. It's all for them... My two little men.

Carsten Alexander
What a character. Carsten is as social as they come. He thrives on interacting with other kids...making new friends is his specialty. He is destined to be a class clown. When around other kids, he loves to be the center of attention. He tries to make them laugh or acts up or whatever he has to do to get them focused on him. He is very smart, but not just in a traditional sense. As far as counting, the alphabet, etc., he is average, at best. But, his vocabulary is astounding. His knowledge of worldly things is very diverse and not typical of a kid his age. His memory is shocking (when it is something that he is interested in). We can read him a book just a few times and he can read it back to us almost word for word. Of course, he is not reading, just reciting the story from memory, but as he flips through the pages he "reads" it to you almost entirely as it is written. His imagination is constantly in overdrive. Usually his adventures involve constructing something elaborate with random objects from around the house. The contraptions he builds are so intricate (for a 3 year old). While creating, he always hums away (usually something classical - thanks to Little Einsteins) until the task is complete. It's a sure sign his mind is engaged. He has the brain of an architect or an engineer. Half the time you tell him something, he responds with an "I know". The rest of the time he asks, "But, why mama?" The "why's" are enough to drive me mental. Their always followed by another why, then another, then another, and so on. The questions never end. Half the time I have no idea what the correct answer is, so I make something up on a whim. I do my best. If Danyel is around, I tell him to go ask his Dad. Some of my typical responses include, "Because that's the way God made it" or "Because I said so". These are usually where I end up after I've attempted to answer the first 15 why's. He is very curious about the world where he lives, which is great. I do my best to encourage that curiosity and to try and not stifle his wild imagination. Carsten is a talker, just like Danyel and Baba. Carsten can maneuver around on the Internet pretty efficiently. Luckily, he stays on his allowed sites, but it's only a matter of time before he realizes that the Internet is infinite. His personality is bold. He can be very defiant and determined... qualities that can be good, but bad at the same time. Carsten is very physical. His fear level of physical challenges is limited. I haven't figured out whether he will be athletic or not, but it definitely looks promising. I worry a lot about Carsten's direction taking skills and focus abilities. I have a feeling I am going to get to know a lot of his teachers. He is starting preschool in September, which should be interesting. I am confidant Carsten has what it takes to be something great. It is our job to make sure he stays on the right path. I am scared to death of Carsten at 14, 16, 18, 21.... My mind can't even fathom what is ahead. Carsten is very sweet and thoughtful when he wants to be. His manners are starting to take shape. He loves doing everything by himself and is becoming more independent every day.

Aydin Maxwell
Aydin is my sweet baby... for now. I can see his terrible two's on the horizon, but we aren't quite there yet. I have a feeling that, compared to Carsten, they will be mild, though. My most favorite thing about Aydin right now is his love for giving kisses. When I ask him to give Mama a kiss, most of the time he stops what he is doing, and comes at my face with his with his mouth wide open. I love it. I wish I could bottle up the experience to savor forever. He is a squealer. When he gets excited, he squeals with delight. His happiness level is through the roof. I told Danyel the other night that if they could put in a pill what this kid has, EVERYBODY would buy it. He loves playing with (torurting) Kiki. Sometimes he climbs on top of him and gives him a big hug. It is so cute. He is constantly exploring and in motion. I am not exaggerating when I say unless he is asleep or confined, he is moving. He hates being held for the most part. He almost instantly squirms to get away when picked up. He can say very few words... Mama, Dada, Bubba (Bubby), ball, bye, & Weeee! He loves going outside. He can't stand to have a door or a gate shut in his face. He loses it every time. He is a climber... he loves standing on top of the coffee table and stomping. He does this stomp dance that is the cutest. I need to capture it on video. If you ask him to dance, he starts doing a sort of twist that is very endearing. He is starting to understand and comply with commands and direction. Aydin absolutely adores Carsten. He is obsessed with everything that Carsten does. If Carsten does it, so does he. He loves wrestling his brother. They play pretty rough. He also loves crawling up on Carsten's bed and jumping with him. Dangerous, I know, but too much fun to watch to stop them. He's into this attacking thing lately. He comes at you with a big grin on his face saying, "Aghhhhhhhh!" and then he falls on top of you. Again, something I need to get on video. He loves giving "five". He hates eating. He is even a worse eater than Carsten. He is losing his baby fat so quickly as a result of this. I already miss it. He pretty much will only eat starchy foods. He almost always spits out vegetables and fruit. He only gets cranky when he is overtired. He only sleeps on his tummy. He started making this "O" face lately... it's like an "Oh shit, you caught me" look. He usually does it right before he is about to do something he knows he is not supposed to . I have to get a picture of it. He is unbelievably tough, courtesy of Carsten. I swear the kid could tumble all the way down the stairs and not shed a tear. But, he is starting to get a little more vocal when Carsten messes with him. We keep telling Carsten that he is in for it within the next few years. Aydin has almost no interest in TV. Other than watching Baby Einstein on occasion, the TV is nonexistent to him. This is in STARK contrast to his tube loving brother. He is most ticklish in his armpits, like all the Ramelow men (Danyel & Carsten). It's funny how something like that is genetic. As he gets older, we don't get it as much, but he gets mistaken for a girl quite often. He does have a feminine type face, I guess, but the long hair that I refuse to cut doesn't help. When we went to the Dominican Republic in July, he must have been referred to as a "she" or "her" at least 50 times within that week. I don't mind... just means he's pretty. He can get a little shy if he doesn't know you and you direct your attention at him. If I am holding him, he will almost always smile shyly and bury his head in my shoulder when spoken to by someone he isn't familiar with. When it comes to water, he is a FISH. He is an excellent swimmer for his age and just gravitates to water. I swear the kid has gills. He loves playing with balls and dragging toys around. Anything he can walk around with suits him fine. HE. WILL. NOT. STOP. FOR. ANYTHING!

To sum it up, I predict that Carsten will be our next generation Noyan and Aydin will be most like Danyel. If you know either one of them in any detail, you probably can see the similarities yourself.

So, these are my two boys in a nutshell as of today. This is a brief summary of their quirks and their characteristics. In my biased opinion, they are phenomenal. I love them being small and don't mind waiting to see what's in store for them in the future. People are always telling us to enjoy them while they are little because it goes by so fast. I've only been in this business of parenting for a short while now, but boy, do I know it. As each day ends, it saddens me to think that they are one day farther away from being my little boys. But, then again, I guess they always will be.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Us, Liberals? No way!


So, we decided to get organized with our recycling. We got super excited a couple of weeks ago when the city expanded it's plastic curbside collection to include #3, #4, #5, & #7 plastics. We already have two of the green recycling bins provided by the city (one pictured), but they are always spilling over before the collection is made every other Tuesday. So, I went out and bought some trash cans and created some labels for the different items. I'm not fond of all the room they take up in the kitchen, but it's a small sacrifice. When they get full, we just take out the bag, tie it up, and throw it in the other green bin in the garage. We are still overflowing, but at least it is more of an organized mess now. My type A personality totally digs this. Yep, exciting stuff going on over here at our house!

Carsten has really gotten excited about recycling lately, so we thought the new set up would make it easier for him to participate. Now, he just looks at the pictures, and for the most part, can figure out where everything goes. He gets really excited when he gets to "recycle something". I asked him the other day if he knows why we recycle. He looked at the labels on the trash cans and said, "So the world keeps going around and around." I told him that he was exactly right. He also knows that we turn lights off "so we don't waste electricity" and that we "don't waste water" ("or the water tower will run out of it"). He also understands why Daddy drives a scooter that has to be charged instead of running on gas.

Yep, he's our good little liberal.

That's my boy!

"Mama, Can we listen to some Dave Matthews?"

-What Carsten said the other day when we got in the van.
(BTW - his favorite song is "So Much to Say". He loves to sing along!)

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Drowning in...

...everything disgusting. This week the boys have had some kind of stomach bug. Carsten projectile vomited chocolate milk all over the van (that we just had cleaned) on Monday. It was all over the back of the seat, the floors, his booster, in between the seats, in my diaper bag, underneath the seat... you get my drift. It smelled so bad, especially since I had to wait until later in the afternoon to clean it up (when the kids napped), so it had baked in, so to speak. There is still a smell lingering that I can't get rid of. Tuesday, we went to a play date where Carsten's friend Nicholas projectile vomited all over the floor at McDonald's. I thought to myself, Thank God that's not my kid... today. Then, we get home and Aydin starts vomiting... over and over and over. I think he puked 8 - 10 times before the day was over. He couldn't even keep down water. I can't count how many times I changed his clothes. I cleaned puke off the rocking chair... puke off the carpet... puke out of the high chair... puke off the Pergo... puke out of his bed... and so on. At the same time, Carsten started with persistent diarrhea. I can't count how many times I have wiped his bottom in the last 3 days. His diarrhea is still going strong and I am getting so sick (literally) at looking at it, smelling it, and wiping it. Aydin has had a couple of loose stools, but nothing persistent. Then, we get home this afternoon from a playdate and Aydin gags on a piece of banana and throws up all over the coffee table, the pergo, the leather couch, and a little on my legs and pants. (I didn't even bother changing my pants. I mean, what's the point?) After that mess was cleaned, then I proceeded upstairs to clean the projectile vomit that the cat did in the playroom sometime in the middle of the night... all over the futon, carpet, bookshelf, & books. It was already dried and crusty. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am off to wash my left foot. I just remembered that Carsten peed on it this morning when he missed the toliet. Geez. It's a good thing I love these kids more than my life. Otherwise, I would be miserable. The fact that they are both such bright stars in my life keeps me trudging through all the body excretions. Well, that and the Prozac. :-)

UPDATE: Even more fun ensued early Friday morning when I woke up puking my guts out. I was out for the count all day... couldn't even get out of bed most of the day. Luckily, Danyel stayed home and took care of the kids (and me). I'm a big girl, though. I get all my vomit in the toliet, so I didn't have to clean any of it up.

Monday, July 28, 2008

This was a new one

So, Aydin ate cat shit today. Yes, a piece of cat poo. This is even something his mischievious brother never managed to do (probably not because of a lack of trying). I was upstairs getting the laundry when I heard him gag downstairs. I ran down the stairs to see what he might be choking on. It looked like dirt around his lips and mouth, but I couldn't figure out where he would get dirt from. Then it hit me... not dirt. Poo. Then I smelt it on his breath. I grabbed a towel and starting wiping his face and the inside of his mouth. I don't know how much he actually swallowed. I took him upstairs and pinned him to the floor and brushed his teeth like they have never been brushed before (and washed his hands, of course). Then, I called the doctor. "Hey Doc, I was ignoring my child and he ate some cat poo. What do I do?" I felt like such an idiot. Of course I referred to the poo as "feces". I didn't want to sound immature or anything. The nurse called back a few minutes later and told me that I did the right thing by cleaning his mouth out and to just watch him to make sure he didn't get sick (loose stools, vomiting, etc). So, I'll add this to the list of strange things Aydin has eaten (cat food, dirt, crayon, etc), but it's definitely at the top!

Then, an hour later Carsten puked all over the van on the way to the grocery store.

Yes, it was one of those days.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Aydin's first shiner


Fell down a step. Yes, just one step. Got his face lodged under the foot release on the bottom stairway gate. It actually took me a few long seconds to pry it loose. He's pretty tough, but this one resulted in a good long cry.

Look what the Hubby brought home to me...



just cuz.

(Not trying to make anyone jealous or anything. O.K. Maybe a little.)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Paradise...