What's on My Mind Monday

Linking up over here this morning:

I.  Madison totally tricked me yesterday morning.  Her sleep has been going like clockwork lately, so much so that I don't actually check the clock anymore when she wakes up.  I just go get her.  Well, yesterday she decided to wake up two full hours early.  Normally, I would go pick her up, hold her for a minute or so, then put her back down.  That works pretty much every time.  Instead, since I assumed it was time to wake up, I went ahead and got her up and nursed her, which threw off the whole schedule of the day.  I was so tired when we (Patrick and I) got her up from her first nap that I lapsed into an island tongue, with the off balance cadence, accent, and all: "If I go sleep now, you think she be okay?"  Weird, man.

II.  Big changes are a-brewing in the Philpot household!  That's right, we did change our daily breakfast.  We no longer have burritos (for Patrick) and eggs and toast (for me); we now start off our morning with bagels and cream cheese!  For those of you concerned about the nutrition trade-off, as it turns out, these bagels have more protein than the eggs/burritos that used to be our menu, and less sodium, sugar, and bad cholesterol.  Who knew?

III.  Madison has started a new thing.  Sometimes when we carry her, she'll raise either one or both hands straight above her head.  It looks like she's either riding a roller coaster or saying "Hallelujah", which was especially relevant when she did it during worship yesterday morning.  I would have taken a picture, but that might have been seen as a bit irreverent.  : )

IV.  Due to our (okay, my) former conversations with the local Jehovah's Witness missionaries, we've apparently been blacklisted.  Seriously, they'll knock on our left-hand neighbor's door, cross the street to walk past our house, then recross the street to knock on our right-hand neighbor's door, all with us in the yard trying to make eye contact/waving hello.  It's very frustrating.  Our grass, however, is apparently not off limits.  Yesterday, they parked two cars in our front ditch, then proceeded to use our front yard as a staging ground for adjusting ties and replenishing their stock of watchtower publications.  When Patrick went out to invite them inside/ask if they needed any help, they politely declined, saying that they were looking for Spanish-speaking people.  Apparently they've met their quota of English-speaking folk (or at least the ones who are born-again, once-saved-always-saved, worshipers of Jesus as God).  Wow.  That came across as incredibly insensitive.  For the record, I have nothing against these people who are trying so hard to please a God they have never met.  I'm just hoping for an opportunity to introduce them.

Sorry for the attitude.  I should have drank my coffee before writing my post.  Lesson learned.
 Happy Monday!
-Kelli

Surprise, Surprise!

 I've got a pretty great husband, and a pretty dirty house.  But let's focus on the great husband for a while, deal?

Here's the thing: I have the same breakfast every morning.  Not just the same food, but the same amount, routine, schedule, in the same chair, everything.  Missing out on that breakfast ruins my day.  An integral part of that breakfast is the milk that goes in my raisin bran.  When I don't have milk in the morning, desperation sets in.  About a month ago, I realized upon opening the fridge that we were out of milk.  I mixed half and half with water until I got it to the right consistency(about one part half and half to seven parts water).  The flavor was never quite right, but once I added it to my raisin bran, it was passable.  There is (almost) nothing I wouldn't do to ensure that I have milk with my breakfast.

That's why I say I've got a great husband.  He's totally jumped on the "there aren't too many things more important in this world than Kelli having milk in the morning" bandwagon.  Actually, there are three-and-a-half bandwagons, because the sign wouldn't fit on just one.  : )  So last night, after seeing that the milk level was below the danger zone, he went to the store to get more for me.  This is a pretty common occurrence. 

Fast forward to this morning.  In "my" place (if Patrick sits there during breakfast he will be ever so politely asked to MOVE) was my book, with a sliver of a note peeking out from underneath.  Normally, anything outside my typical breakfast routine would make me skeptical, but I noticed the word "beautiful", so the slight shade of crankiness instantly disappeared. 

 Then I moved the book, and saw the rest of the note, along with a cute ring from Old Navy!  You may remember me ever so subtly mentioning their jewelry department here.

How's that for a breakfast surprise?  After I finished my raisin bran and first of two cups of coffee, I headed for the office to grab the camera.  I wanted to record the moment!  When I walked in, I saw this:

Well, technically I just saw the wallpaper on the monitor.  The mess was invisible to me until I looked at the digital image of it.  Kind of like how you never realize how much weight you've lost(or gained) until you see a picture  of yourself.  It's funny how mirrors/real life don't register the same way.

Anyway, the new picture of Madison was the highlight of my morning.  Even better than the milk in my raisin bran and the ring on the sweet note.  Ha!  "Put A Ring On It" just popped in my head.  You're welcome if it's now in yours, too.  : )

Anyone else wanna brag on their husband today?  Do you have morning routines that determine the tone of the rest of your day?  Have you ever "made" milk (I'm not talking about lactation here, so don't get gross on me)?  Is anyone else humming Beyonce right now?

-Kelli