soccer in a skirt

Well, yesterday after an early (and very fun) morning with Nate and Isabelle we all jetted off to church. Good sermon by Dr. Moo...even if Isabelle was her sweet little distracting self. Nate has told me that we must try the nursery again next Sunday (yikes...hopefully no more getting called out of the service) Then we went to our (traditional) Einsteins for a yummy set of bagels. I had a delicious coffee date with Bean (Colleen Powell) and then Nate and I went back to one of my favorite things in the whole world.

Glen Ellyn has this day where everything and anything they want they can place at their curb and it will be taken away by the trash people on Monday. Well, after going not once, not twice but three times I was so happy with our many finds! Some of my favorites are
-a beautiful wood highchair (old fashion/fully functioning)
-a cute little red wood chair for me to sit on while I paint
-a gorgeous modern styled wood chair
Again that is not all we got, but those would be my top picks. Anyhow...we wanted to borrow James and Karen's van so we could pack much more in with us as we saw it so we met them at this park to exchange cars. They were playing soccer at the park...I had to play. Where soccer is concerned there is no choice. Yes, I was in heels, a skirt, and pearls. I played anyway. Nate and I played an hour and a half with them-it was wonderful! I loved this weekend! Below are listed the high points and low points of both Saturday and Sunday.
High Point(Saturday): Going downtown to the Artropolis and seeing Jess's work and many other amazing artists!
Low Point(Saturday):City driving....I HATE driving in the city...always have always will.
High Point(Sunday):Playing soccer and having the time of my life with Nate playing as well and Isabelle being watched by her Aunt Karen on the sidelines.
Low Point(Sunday):Realizing I should have stretched either before or after the soccer playing and doing neither and feeling it like OH MY!

humid.

I remembered today one of the reasons I am not the HUGEST fan of summer/spring. I love the warmth and the ability to do so much outside....but it hit me with a ton of bricks today the reason I cringe at the thought of it sometimes. Humidity! If you have ever experienced having curly hair (that you have straightened) then you know precisely what I mean. Nate and I made a little walk to Suzette's Crepes (a story in itself) but along the way I realized just how sick my hair looked. Now I must confess, it was not just the humidity....I had not showered nor placed a bit of makeup on my face. Wise choice....after a quick glance in a mirror I knew NOPE. So yes-I hate humidity...unless naked and in a steam room. But besides that...not really a fan at all.

High Point: Nate going in late to work today...therefore we had a fun "English style" breakfast of coffee and croissants. Nate had blueberry and I had (but of course darling) chocolate:)I do recommend the chocolate one, it was amazing! (cost:$3.50) Isabelle had breast milk.
Low Point: As earlier mentioned the humidity...but also going to a garage sale that advertised having "amazing baby clothes" only to discover it was far from amazing and rather ugly!

Hats

Since almost all I own is currently packed up....when artistic inspiration hits I have to find something to meet the need with. I found a youtube video that shows one how to crocheting and since then I have made Isabelle three hats. Good thing warm weather is finally here huh....I know my timing is amazing. But hey-at least I am having fun. If I ever get really good I might even sell a few on esty:) I have a few pictures of her modeling the hats....somehow they make her seem Asian...not sure what it is about them.

High Point: Eating at Egg Harbor for the second day in a row with Nate...and having the front desk lady at the docs telling me we have overpaid them $212.50.....We'll take it!

Low Point: Watching Isabelle get her shots in her legs, while she weeps uncontrollably...while I hold her little arms down:(

Sore Throat.

Today I woke up with a very sore throat. Not the end of the world, but geez swalling sure ain't what it use to be.

High Point: Going to the Antique Mall in Naperville (it is going out of business and everything is HUGELY discounted) and spending $84 on things I love...I have a few shots of some of the items.

Low Point: Pushing a stroller around while holding Isabelle in a small Anitque Mall....where a woman I swear thought she was suppose to be my shadow!

Walking.....

High Point: Going for the longest walk with my mom yesterday while pushing little Belle in her stroller.
Low Point: Not getting a shower before I helped do a photoshoot for all the Wheaton North Dance Team.....that will make you feel CUUUUTTTEEEE!

I love that the weather just keeps getting more and more beautiful out...and in fact the cool factor is wonderful because who really wants to go walk in the boiling hot heat? (I know some of you are shouting I DO right now, but I am not one of them) I got to hang out with Jessica Dennis yesterday and whenever I am in her home it makes me so pumped for Nate and me to move into our new house and start to make it our own. Just a few more weeks! I truly cannot wait!

Isabelle is sick.

So, Isabelle is sick. As promised this will include the high point, low point of yesterday.
High Point:
Giving Isabelle a bath.-She loves loves loves them. I mean the girl could be at death's door and you put her in a bathtub and everything is good. She kicks her legs with all the might she has and stares with unflinching eyes at the movement of the water as she does this. I love giving her baths....maybe because they do for me just what they do for her.
Low Point:
The second time Isabelle threw-up all over me.- She had first done it on the couch after a long (perhaps too long) feeding. Breast milk covered both her and me and my new jeans. Lovely. But then came the second one. She was sounding as if she was chocking, which sent my heart racing out of control and then out came a curdled flow of spit, applesauce and breast milk. I cried, I called Nate, he came home. Good man!

I paint.

For so long I have stood at a distance and wanted to paint. I decided (with the wonderful urging of my husband) that I should give it a go. I went to the paint store, stocked up on what I thought I would need and waited for inspiration. The inspiration was not what I thought it would be. After watching Dateline's coverage of the Taylor University accident and mix-up I felt my emotions being stirred and needing to have some outlet. So I painted. I painted the emotion I can recall from the night in the chapel when they read to all of us the names of those who had died. I painted the beauty of the families that stood in the power of God as they watched their lives change for forever. I painted and though I am far from gifted at this point I loved what I created for the mere reason that it was mine. The first picture is from that experience, the second one is small but is from something that had been going on within my family. I love it because the red balloon of hope....it does always rise.