For about six weeks now I have been able to let Evangeline and Trey play together in the living room while doing a few things in other parts of the house. Our couches are arranged in such a way that Trey can't escape a confined area and we have a baby gate at the door. For the most part, they have played together well. Evangeline frequently asks if she can, "Play Trey" as soon as she wakes up from her naps. I'll occasionally hear a teeny bit of fighting over a toy (which basically means that Evangeline has snatched something that is HERS out of Trey's mouth) but they have done pretty well for the few minutes at a time that I've left them playing. Until recently.
A couple of days ago I heard Trey crying and went in there to discover that he was chewing on Genesis Chapter 18 from my Bible. Arg. I felt like both a bad mother and a bad Christian. Another time Trey was screaming and Evangeline had him pinned down and was hitting him on the back with a Hello Kitty McDonald's toy. Not sure what that was about, but he did not like it! Well, yesterday I heard Trey let out a LOUD scream and found Evangeline pulling him into the closet by the head. She likes the closet and wanted him to play in there with her, I guess. When I said, "Evangeline!" she just dropped him! Poor baby!
Today was the worst. I was in the bathroom getting ready for church when I heard Trey start wailing loudly. I can definitely tell the difference now between a "she took my toy" yell and a "help me mommy!!!" yell. This was a "help me mommy!" yell and a loud one, at that. Evangeline had unplugged the lamp and had the cord wrapped TWICE around Trey's neck! Thankfully she hadn't pulled it too tight! I'm even more thankful that God gave Trey a good set of lungs!
Drew said he was surprised at all the trouble they get into, what with the few things I have to do other than watch them. I'm worried that our days of leaving them both unattended in the same room have passed for at least a few more months. It's funny/sad because now if I put Trey in the living room with her he'll just sit at the baby gate and cry for me. Poor Trey. One day he'll be able to defend himself. I really don't think she means to hurt him....... She just wants to play! Poor Trey.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Evangeline's Birth Story
In honor of Evangeline's birthday, I'm copying and pasting her birth story (written by Drew) onto my blog:
The Longest, Happiest Day of My Life
I recently started watching 24. My Dad has all the seasons on DVD. He's a huge fan. I really like it, too, and I'm part way through season 3. But one thing I'll always remember is the way the episodes started in season one: "I'm federal agent Jack Bauer, and this is the longest day of my life." I won't ruin the ending for you, but it's definitely bittersweet... probably more bitter than sweet.
Well, the longest day of my life so far was yesterday. It, too, was bittersweet... but definitely more sweet than bitter.
We arrived at the hospital about 5:10am after a restless night in a local motel. We settled into a delivery room, and they started inducing labor around 6:45. She started having regular contractions, and they started the epidural at 7:45. They broke her water at 8:00, and we were off to the races. So far so good. No pain. She was doing great.
Things seemed to be progressing just fine. There was only one little hang-up, something that the doctor and nurses were uneasy about. Every time she had a contraction, the baby's heart rate would drop. She'd started out on her back, so they moved her to her side and put her on oxygen. Then, the heart monitor wasn't picking up correctly, so they used a different kind. Then, the baby's heart rate looked good for a while, until it started dropping again, so they turned her over on her other side. The whole time, she's doing great. No pain. Everything on my wife's end was great. Like I said, she was progressing just fine. It was just one of those things you think you've fixed, and then five minutes later, you find out it's not fixed.
Fast-forward a little bit. It's noon. Monitor keeps skipping, just not picking up right. So, the doctor comes in to switch monitors yet again. As he's doing it, she mentions that her right leg is really numb and she can't even move it. He tells her the meds from the epidural are pooling in her right side and that she needs to lay on her left side. We had been monitoring the heart rate ourselves for the last 45 minutes are so, and we really thought the issue had been resolved. Well, it wasn't. After they put her on her left side, every time she had a contraction, the baby's heart rate would drop AFTER the contraction... and stay down in the 90s... for over a minute. At that point, I took it upon myself to turn the computer screen away from my wife, who didn't need the extra stress of watching the heart rate herself.
The doctor probably wasn't gone for 10 minutes when he came back. I guess it was about 12:15. He said, in so many words, that if she were already pushing, we'd go ahead and have the baby that way, but since she was still a long way from pushing, we needed to have a C-section. It would just be too much stress on the baby to keep doing what we were doing.
That's where the "bitter" part is for us. My wife really didn't want to have a C-section. But with so much stress on the baby, it was the obvious choice.
Well, I just asked the doctor, "Doc, how long before y'all do the section?" He told me it'd be about 45 minutes. So, I said, "I'm starving, and I've got to get a bite of something to eat." He said, "Well, just hurry." And I told my wife, "Don't you let them wheel you out of here unless I'm back in the room with you. Fight 'em, if you have to." So, I hustle down to the hospital cafeteria, get one chicken breast fillet and a piece of cornbread, take one bite of the chicken, and my phone rings. It's my sister-in-law telling me I needed to get back upstairs. They had gotten there right after they told us we need to have a section. In fact, I had passed them on the way to the cafeteria. Anyway, I put the whole piece of chicken in my mouth and took off, leaving my Dad holding my plate. He understood.
I got back in what I thought was just the nick of time, only to play the waiting game for 15 more minutes. They took my wife as soon as I got back, and they ushered me into the recovery room to get robed up.
In the meantime, my wife had about 8 different people doing things to prep her for the C-section. She was definitely experiencing information overload. She was having to sign stuff left and right. It wasn't an "emergency" situation, at least that's not the impression they gave us initially, but it sure felt like an emergency, the way they were rushing everything. All the while, she's still having contractions and is still on oxygen. They told her they were going to start the incision, but if she could feel it, they would have to put her under general anesthesia. If they had to use general anesthesia, I wouldn't be able to come in. And the whole time, I'm totally in the dark; don't have a clue what's going on.
Here's the deal, when they said I had 45 minutes, they meant 45 minutes until I'd be holding my baby. I thought they meant 45 minutes until they started the procedure. You can see where I got confused, I hope. Now, the truth is, it was more like 30 minutes before I was holding my baby, but that's getting the cart before the horse.
This whole time, I'm a total wreck. I'm mad, because I think they're not going to let me be in there with my wife. I'm extra mad, because nobody's telling me anything. Until finally, a nurse walks into where I am and tells me I can come in now. I walk into a room, and it looks like a scene from a movie or something. The doctor looks up, scalpel in hand, smiles, and says, "Oh, there you are." They put me behind the curtain with my wife's head and arms (looked like she was being crucified on a table). She's got the shakes so bad it looks like she's having detox withrawals. Actually, it was the meds from the epidural. I don't really remember much except that I was VERY supportive and VERY encouraging. Just had to throw that in there.
I'm up there with my wife's head, and she says, "Ow, it feels like somebody's standing on my chest." I say, "Well, the doctor's not that big; he may be!" Also about that time, about 3/4 of the way into the procedure, the anesthesiologist says, "Would you like to have something for those shakes?" My wife just about came off the table when he said that, like, "Why didn't you ask me that 15 minutes ago?" And it's never a good thing when you look around and see your anesthesiologist messing with his iPhone while you're having surgery!
About that time, we heard someone say, "Oh, there's the head." Someone else said, "That's alot of hair." Then, a minute later, we heard something like a suction cup. I actually didn't hear it, but my wife did. Later, we found out they had to use a vacuum to get the baby out. I'm not sure if it was an Oreck or a Bissel. A minute later we heard a short cry, then silence for what seemed like an eternity. Actually, it was only about 3 seconds, but it seemed like forever. Then, the baby started really crying.
They brought the baby around the curtain for us to see, but at this point, they'd not said whether it was a boy baby or a girl baby. We were praying hard that it was a girl baby... because that's what it was supposed to be, and the whole nursery is pink! And sure enough, it was a girl baby. We both breathed a sigh of relief. And the anesthesiologist was polite enough to lay down his iPhone and take a picture of the three of us.
They let me take lots of pictures in the OR. She weighed 8lbs 2oz, and was 21 inches long. My dad's cousin said it was the first time in history that a baby was taller than it's father.
I asked my wife if she wanted me to stay with her or go with the baby to the nursery. She wanted me to go with the baby, so I did, while they stitched her up, which took a REALLY... LONG... TIME.
The details are fuzzy, but I remember getting to hold my little girl and carry her down the hall to the waiting room to meet my parents, my wife's parents, my wife's sister, and our next door neighbors, who were awfully sweet to drive up to see us.
I just kind of hung out in the nursery for the next 45 minutes or so, while they finished working on my wife. She FINALLY made it to the recovery room, but it was still about another 30 minutes before my wife got to see the baby again. My wife stayed in recovery for about 2 hours total. She was in terrible pain and was terribly thirsty. I, of course, came to her rescue by bringing her diet coke and water. With the pain, though, I wasn't so helpful.
Fast forward again. It's about 4:00pm. We got settled into a postpartum room, and that's where we've been ever since, for over 30 hours. Our baby is healthy and beautiful. She's got a head full of brown hair with blond highlights. She's perfect, and that's really all I can say. She is perfect.
God has blessed us so tremendously. My wife and I shared our first good cry a few hours ago, just looking at our baby girl and thinking about how blessed we are. We came into the hospital expecting a very long day of labor, but by 1:00pm we had our little girl. My wife and I are looking forward to watching her and helping her grow up into a smart, beautiful, godly woman.
Well, the longest day of my life so far was yesterday. It, too, was bittersweet... but definitely more sweet than bitter.
We arrived at the hospital about 5:10am after a restless night in a local motel. We settled into a delivery room, and they started inducing labor around 6:45. She started having regular contractions, and they started the epidural at 7:45. They broke her water at 8:00, and we were off to the races. So far so good. No pain. She was doing great.
Things seemed to be progressing just fine. There was only one little hang-up, something that the doctor and nurses were uneasy about. Every time she had a contraction, the baby's heart rate would drop. She'd started out on her back, so they moved her to her side and put her on oxygen. Then, the heart monitor wasn't picking up correctly, so they used a different kind. Then, the baby's heart rate looked good for a while, until it started dropping again, so they turned her over on her other side. The whole time, she's doing great. No pain. Everything on my wife's end was great. Like I said, she was progressing just fine. It was just one of those things you think you've fixed, and then five minutes later, you find out it's not fixed.
Fast-forward a little bit. It's noon. Monitor keeps skipping, just not picking up right. So, the doctor comes in to switch monitors yet again. As he's doing it, she mentions that her right leg is really numb and she can't even move it. He tells her the meds from the epidural are pooling in her right side and that she needs to lay on her left side. We had been monitoring the heart rate ourselves for the last 45 minutes are so, and we really thought the issue had been resolved. Well, it wasn't. After they put her on her left side, every time she had a contraction, the baby's heart rate would drop AFTER the contraction... and stay down in the 90s... for over a minute. At that point, I took it upon myself to turn the computer screen away from my wife, who didn't need the extra stress of watching the heart rate herself.
The doctor probably wasn't gone for 10 minutes when he came back. I guess it was about 12:15. He said, in so many words, that if she were already pushing, we'd go ahead and have the baby that way, but since she was still a long way from pushing, we needed to have a C-section. It would just be too much stress on the baby to keep doing what we were doing.
That's where the "bitter" part is for us. My wife really didn't want to have a C-section. But with so much stress on the baby, it was the obvious choice.
Well, I just asked the doctor, "Doc, how long before y'all do the section?" He told me it'd be about 45 minutes. So, I said, "I'm starving, and I've got to get a bite of something to eat." He said, "Well, just hurry." And I told my wife, "Don't you let them wheel you out of here unless I'm back in the room with you. Fight 'em, if you have to." So, I hustle down to the hospital cafeteria, get one chicken breast fillet and a piece of cornbread, take one bite of the chicken, and my phone rings. It's my sister-in-law telling me I needed to get back upstairs. They had gotten there right after they told us we need to have a section. In fact, I had passed them on the way to the cafeteria. Anyway, I put the whole piece of chicken in my mouth and took off, leaving my Dad holding my plate. He understood.
I got back in what I thought was just the nick of time, only to play the waiting game for 15 more minutes. They took my wife as soon as I got back, and they ushered me into the recovery room to get robed up.
In the meantime, my wife had about 8 different people doing things to prep her for the C-section. She was definitely experiencing information overload. She was having to sign stuff left and right. It wasn't an "emergency" situation, at least that's not the impression they gave us initially, but it sure felt like an emergency, the way they were rushing everything. All the while, she's still having contractions and is still on oxygen. They told her they were going to start the incision, but if she could feel it, they would have to put her under general anesthesia. If they had to use general anesthesia, I wouldn't be able to come in. And the whole time, I'm totally in the dark; don't have a clue what's going on.
Here's the deal, when they said I had 45 minutes, they meant 45 minutes until I'd be holding my baby. I thought they meant 45 minutes until they started the procedure. You can see where I got confused, I hope. Now, the truth is, it was more like 30 minutes before I was holding my baby, but that's getting the cart before the horse.
This whole time, I'm a total wreck. I'm mad, because I think they're not going to let me be in there with my wife. I'm extra mad, because nobody's telling me anything. Until finally, a nurse walks into where I am and tells me I can come in now. I walk into a room, and it looks like a scene from a movie or something. The doctor looks up, scalpel in hand, smiles, and says, "Oh, there you are." They put me behind the curtain with my wife's head and arms (looked like she was being crucified on a table). She's got the shakes so bad it looks like she's having detox withrawals. Actually, it was the meds from the epidural. I don't really remember much except that I was VERY supportive and VERY encouraging. Just had to throw that in there.
I'm up there with my wife's head, and she says, "Ow, it feels like somebody's standing on my chest." I say, "Well, the doctor's not that big; he may be!" Also about that time, about 3/4 of the way into the procedure, the anesthesiologist says, "Would you like to have something for those shakes?" My wife just about came off the table when he said that, like, "Why didn't you ask me that 15 minutes ago?" And it's never a good thing when you look around and see your anesthesiologist messing with his iPhone while you're having surgery!
About that time, we heard someone say, "Oh, there's the head." Someone else said, "That's alot of hair." Then, a minute later, we heard something like a suction cup. I actually didn't hear it, but my wife did. Later, we found out they had to use a vacuum to get the baby out. I'm not sure if it was an Oreck or a Bissel. A minute later we heard a short cry, then silence for what seemed like an eternity. Actually, it was only about 3 seconds, but it seemed like forever. Then, the baby started really crying.
They brought the baby around the curtain for us to see, but at this point, they'd not said whether it was a boy baby or a girl baby. We were praying hard that it was a girl baby... because that's what it was supposed to be, and the whole nursery is pink! And sure enough, it was a girl baby. We both breathed a sigh of relief. And the anesthesiologist was polite enough to lay down his iPhone and take a picture of the three of us.
They let me take lots of pictures in the OR. She weighed 8lbs 2oz, and was 21 inches long. My dad's cousin said it was the first time in history that a baby was taller than it's father.
I asked my wife if she wanted me to stay with her or go with the baby to the nursery. She wanted me to go with the baby, so I did, while they stitched her up, which took a REALLY... LONG... TIME.
The details are fuzzy, but I remember getting to hold my little girl and carry her down the hall to the waiting room to meet my parents, my wife's parents, my wife's sister, and our next door neighbors, who were awfully sweet to drive up to see us.
I just kind of hung out in the nursery for the next 45 minutes or so, while they finished working on my wife. She FINALLY made it to the recovery room, but it was still about another 30 minutes before my wife got to see the baby again. My wife stayed in recovery for about 2 hours total. She was in terrible pain and was terribly thirsty. I, of course, came to her rescue by bringing her diet coke and water. With the pain, though, I wasn't so helpful.
Fast forward again. It's about 4:00pm. We got settled into a postpartum room, and that's where we've been ever since, for over 30 hours. Our baby is healthy and beautiful. She's got a head full of brown hair with blond highlights. She's perfect, and that's really all I can say. She is perfect.
God has blessed us so tremendously. My wife and I shared our first good cry a few hours ago, just looking at our baby girl and thinking about how blessed we are. We came into the hospital expecting a very long day of labor, but by 1:00pm we had our little girl. My wife and I are looking forward to watching her and helping her grow up into a smart, beautiful, godly woman.
Happy Birthday Evangeline
January 25th- one month after Christmas, the day after my sister Katie's birthday, and the day I first became a mommy! When I think about Evangeline's birth the thing I always remember is how excited I was. And now, two years later, I see things that remind me of her birth and I still get a little excited. For example, the NFC Championship the other night reminded me of how we watched the Saints beat the Vikings in the hotel room in Hattiesburg the night before she was born. I was excited about everything- giving birth, staying in the hospital, but most of all about meeting my daughter. It was a big day! The biggest moment of my life!
I am so very grateful to have our sweet Evangeline. She truly is a sweet and friendly kid! She's good at remembering people just like her daddy and always wants to know where everyone is and what they are doing. We've recently started letting her say some of her own prayers at night. Drew will say "Thank you God for ______" and she fills in the blank. She always remembers to thank God for Mommy, Blue Bell, and Trey. Sometimes she thanks God for other animals like my sister's dog Nestle, and my parent's dog, Fred. She usually thanks God for cake, too! (Can't blame her). Evangeline's "busy-ness" has slowed down a little bit, just in time for Trey's to pick up I'm afraid. She's still into a lot of stuff and has no fear. The fearlessness worries me a little bit because I'm pretty sure she'd go anywhere with anyone! She climbed into someone else's car after Bible study yesterday and was trying to strap herself in. When I approached her she said, "Bye, Mommy!" I'm sure that it would've been fun to hang out with Cora and her Mommy, too! Ha! She still loves cows, cheerleaders, "Bak Bak" (chicken nuggets), baths, and Wonder Pets, but new interests include watching Dora the Explorer, tending to her baby dolls, and Bible Time. She loves giving both eskimo and butterfly kisses to Daddy, Mommy, Trey, and sometimes Blue Bell! She'd kiss Edy, too, if the cat would let her.
There was a time (back in the fall of '08 and winter of '09) that I seriously wondered if I would ever be able to have children. It was a horrible time in my life. I was in agony and crying to God everyday that we could get pregnant and have a baby. Last night as I struggled bathing TWO babies all I could think was, "Thank you thank you Lord!" How blessed am I!
I was trying to remember what we did last year for Evangeline's actual birthday. I know that we went to Sears to get her portraits made after school. It was the first "hard" portrait session of many because Evangeline could walk and wanted to run all over the studio (something she still hasn't gotten past). We went to eat somewhere afterwards, but I can't remember where. Maybe I'll check FB Timeline to see! This morning we met Kelly (still very pregnant!), Micah, and Elizabeth at Chick-Fil-A. What a perfect place to play. Evangeline is just the right size for the play area and will climb up and go down the slide with no problems. We had a surprise visit from another (long-distant) cousin, Ethan, too! After lunch, a visit with Poppy (who couldn't find a thing on their menu he'd actually want to eat), and a birthday balloon, we headed home. We did a mini birthday celebration with the top to her birthday cake with Daddy and Trey. Evangeline only got a little upset by the candles this time. The fire reminds her of the "scary fireworks" from New Year's. We also gave her one of her birthday presents: a tricycle I bought at a yard sale for $5.00. Are we bad parents? We figured she could test this one out and if she likes it a lot, we'd get her a new one later. We did get her a few other things too including a Dora bath doll that was on the Clearance rack at Wal-mart.
This afternoon we're meeting my mom at Sears for two year old birthday pics. Keeping my fingers crossed for at least one good birthday shot! Happy Birthday sweet Evangeline! Mommy loves you!
I am so very grateful to have our sweet Evangeline. She truly is a sweet and friendly kid! She's good at remembering people just like her daddy and always wants to know where everyone is and what they are doing. We've recently started letting her say some of her own prayers at night. Drew will say "Thank you God for ______" and she fills in the blank. She always remembers to thank God for Mommy, Blue Bell, and Trey. Sometimes she thanks God for other animals like my sister's dog Nestle, and my parent's dog, Fred. She usually thanks God for cake, too! (Can't blame her). Evangeline's "busy-ness" has slowed down a little bit, just in time for Trey's to pick up I'm afraid. She's still into a lot of stuff and has no fear. The fearlessness worries me a little bit because I'm pretty sure she'd go anywhere with anyone! She climbed into someone else's car after Bible study yesterday and was trying to strap herself in. When I approached her she said, "Bye, Mommy!" I'm sure that it would've been fun to hang out with Cora and her Mommy, too! Ha! She still loves cows, cheerleaders, "Bak Bak" (chicken nuggets), baths, and Wonder Pets, but new interests include watching Dora the Explorer, tending to her baby dolls, and Bible Time. She loves giving both eskimo and butterfly kisses to Daddy, Mommy, Trey, and sometimes Blue Bell! She'd kiss Edy, too, if the cat would let her.
There was a time (back in the fall of '08 and winter of '09) that I seriously wondered if I would ever be able to have children. It was a horrible time in my life. I was in agony and crying to God everyday that we could get pregnant and have a baby. Last night as I struggled bathing TWO babies all I could think was, "Thank you thank you Lord!" How blessed am I!
I was trying to remember what we did last year for Evangeline's actual birthday. I know that we went to Sears to get her portraits made after school. It was the first "hard" portrait session of many because Evangeline could walk and wanted to run all over the studio (something she still hasn't gotten past). We went to eat somewhere afterwards, but I can't remember where. Maybe I'll check FB Timeline to see! This morning we met Kelly (still very pregnant!), Micah, and Elizabeth at Chick-Fil-A. What a perfect place to play. Evangeline is just the right size for the play area and will climb up and go down the slide with no problems. We had a surprise visit from another (long-distant) cousin, Ethan, too! After lunch, a visit with Poppy (who couldn't find a thing on their menu he'd actually want to eat), and a birthday balloon, we headed home. We did a mini birthday celebration with the top to her birthday cake with Daddy and Trey. Evangeline only got a little upset by the candles this time. The fire reminds her of the "scary fireworks" from New Year's. We also gave her one of her birthday presents: a tricycle I bought at a yard sale for $5.00. Are we bad parents? We figured she could test this one out and if she likes it a lot, we'd get her a new one later. We did get her a few other things too including a Dora bath doll that was on the Clearance rack at Wal-mart.
This afternoon we're meeting my mom at Sears for two year old birthday pics. Keeping my fingers crossed for at least one good birthday shot! Happy Birthday sweet Evangeline! Mommy loves you!
Friday, January 20, 2012
How to remove sharpie from a baby doll
Evangeline "decorated" both herself and her baby doll (the brand new one she got for Christmas!) with a blue sharpie. I have NO clue where the sharpie came from and how she got her hands on it. She can spot a "color" a mile away though. Thank goodness her brother was taking a nap in his room at the time! Frustrated because I was in the middle of doing the dishes from her birthday cake, I googled "how to remove sharpie" and came across a website with "8 ways to remove permanent marker."
- Mr. Clean Magic Eraser
- WD-40
- Anti-bacterial hand gel
- Hairspray
- Cooking spray
- Nail polish remover
- Bleach (depending on the surface)
- Goof Off
Having previously taught Science, I decided that I would turn this into a little experiment (and blog about it along the way).
Problem: Which product: anti-bacterial hand gel, hairspray, cooking spray, or nail polish remover best removes sharpie from the surface of a baby doll's head.
Hypothesis: I believe the nail polish remover will best remove the permanent marker stains from Evangeline's baby doll.
Procedure:
Step #1: Divide baby doll's head into four equal portions.
Step#2: Place hand sanitizer on one portion of the baby doll. Scrub for 1 minute.
Step #3: Spray one section of baby doll with hairspray. Scrub for 1 minute.
Step #4: Spray one section of baby doll with cooking spray. Scrub for 1 minute.
Step #5: Use nail polish remover on one section of baby doll. Scrub for 1 minute.
Step#6: Compare the results of each section.
Results:
The hand sanitizer appears to have done the best job. Next best was the nail polish remover, then the cooking spray and lastly the hairspray. The hairspray made little difference at all. The hand sanitizer still left behind some blue, so the poor baby doll will never be the same.
Conclusion: Keep all permanent writing utensils away from near-two year olds because there isn't really a magical solution to getting out the stains. My hypothesis was wrong: The hand-sanitizer is your best bet. Also, it may be a good idea to immediately apply the materials instead of first stopping to blog about it. I will keep scrubbing the rest of the doll with hand-sanitizer and hopefully it will look decent.
Extension: If I were to repeat this experiment (which I hopefully won't have to!) I could try different brands of hairspray, cooking spray, and hand-sanitizer. I used the Bath & Body Works Caribbean Escape brand of hand sanitizer, which made the baby smell really good, but may not have been as effective as Purel. And, I'm pretty sure my nail polish remover was several years old, so this could have cut down on its effectiveness. After the experiment concluded I tried some bleach, windex, carpet cleaner, and spray n wash, and none of those made a difference.
P.S. I have NO clue how to get the picture at the top to rotate. Any blog-savy people able to help?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Facebook Timeline
Sometimes Facebook just freaks me out! The other day I signed up for Timeline. On one hand, I think it's really really cool. On the other, it's just plain scary. For example, under "family" I have a sister, mother, father, husband, and two children who are "pending." Pending what? I guess FB is waiting for them to one day have accounts so that they can accept that they are my actual children. Woah! Also, Timeline thinks that Drew and I were married on July 13, when in fact we were married on July 7th! I'm guessing the 13th was the day that I actually changed my status. Funny because I know that if I got married today I would probably immediately change my relationship status.
One of the coolest things about Timeline is how it shows everything you've done since you've been on Facebook. According to Timeline, I joined Facebook on December 21, 2004. December 21, 2004 is a day that I will never ever forget and it has nothing to do with Facebook. That was the day Grandmama died. But, she didn't die until about 11:00 that night, so I guess that earlier that evening I had joined Facebook.
Technically, my sister Katie signed me up. I remember coming home from Texas and Katie asking me if I had a Baylor email address because at the time you could only join Facebook if you attended a school that was in their system. Since I had a Baylor address, I could sign up. She told me it was this really, really cool thing where you could keep up with all your friends. So, I let her sign me up and I really didn't think much of it for a long while after that. Now I know that that same evening was when we all were called to the nursing home to be with Grandmama.
So December 21, 2004 was a life-changing day. I had no clue at the time what Facebook would be like or how it would enable me to keep in touch with so may friends. I am definitely thankful for all that Facebook has allowed me to do, even if sometimes it can freak me out!
One of the coolest things about Timeline is how it shows everything you've done since you've been on Facebook. According to Timeline, I joined Facebook on December 21, 2004. December 21, 2004 is a day that I will never ever forget and it has nothing to do with Facebook. That was the day Grandmama died. But, she didn't die until about 11:00 that night, so I guess that earlier that evening I had joined Facebook.
Technically, my sister Katie signed me up. I remember coming home from Texas and Katie asking me if I had a Baylor email address because at the time you could only join Facebook if you attended a school that was in their system. Since I had a Baylor address, I could sign up. She told me it was this really, really cool thing where you could keep up with all your friends. So, I let her sign me up and I really didn't think much of it for a long while after that. Now I know that that same evening was when we all were called to the nursing home to be with Grandmama.
So December 21, 2004 was a life-changing day. I had no clue at the time what Facebook would be like or how it would enable me to keep in touch with so may friends. I am definitely thankful for all that Facebook has allowed me to do, even if sometimes it can freak me out!
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