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Name: Naomi Lee
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: State College
Gender: Female
Interests: Shakespeare, spiders, crosswords, baking, being a mom
Expertise: Baking and pretending to keep Snincr out of trouble
Occupation: Mother and Wife
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Member Since:
1/3/2006
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Two long weekends have allowed me to be artistic. First, we had fun at a family reunion with my family. Second, we had a busy July 4th in Buffalo, where I helped co-host a baby shower on the 5th. I'm happy to be back home, and I can't wait to go to church this Sunday. We have missed four Sundays in a row, and I find myself missing our church family. 
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| We were just camping for a week, and even though it was in the fifties for six days, raining for six days, and it took Sweat Pea five out of the seven days to warm up to the rest of the campers - we still had fun. It is good to be home though. As we all know, there is no place like home. Some of the things that I am savoring, now that I am home, are:
Indoor plumbing (including sinks, showers, and toilets)
Heat
Our nice, soft, comfy mattress
Sweat Pea's changing station, which is at the perfect height
A washing machine
Light that magically appears when a switch is turned
The above list is pretty self-explanatory but, there is one more thing I am enjoying now that I'm home. The news. Now, don't get me wrong, I love being able to forget about the world and focus on the family. I love camping in a location where all cell carriers have dead zones, where radios and tvs aren't blaring, and where computers don't guzzle time up, yet it is sort of nice to know that Canada didn't invade while we were camping and that our town wasn't swallowed up by a sink hole.
I guess I should go now. That washing machine, which I so enjoyed coming home to, needs to be run again.
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| I believe, in that I've-never-been-there-but-if-I-were-I-imagine-it-would-be-this-way type of way, that I almost had a heart attack about two days ago. After my heart slowly returned to normal - with only slightly irregular palpitations - I had to try to stop my Sweet Pea from crying. Sadly this crying wasn't because my little girl was worried about her mommy. She was mad. She wasn't mad because it was too sunny, because she was too warm, or even because she was too cold. She was just very upset that I hadn't let her eat her first solid food. I still have no idea how that horrid, little, ugly gypsy moth caterpillar got on her hand. I am now terrified of taking her on walks. So, if you live in the neighborhood and you wonder if you really saw Trapdoorspider walking by wrapped in mosquito netting - you probably did.
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| It really doesn't seem like four months, but yesterday was Sweet Pea's four-month well visit. She moved down in the height percentiles and up in the weight percentiles - but she is staying pretty high in both. I am just so glad that she is a healthy little girl. Today, she is sleeping off her shots and the all-day-fussiness of yesterday. Speaking of shots, I think that I would rather run through burning coals then have her look at me as if I betrayed her by letting those needles go in. How do you explain a shot to a baby? Would someone please tell me that she isn't going to hate doctors for the rest of her life. I fear she may if she only goes in for shots.
No other news, but I wanted to quickly share something that happened recently. About three weeks ago, in church, we sat behind a family with a little boy. During congregational singing, "Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus" was announced as the next song. The little boy jumped to his feet. It wasn't quite time to sing, but he had heard the command to stand up. I couldn't help but marvel at the instantaneous obedience. Since then, my prayer has been that I would be so quick to stand, when called by my Savior.
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| I'm missing a butter knife, so I wrote a poem in its memory. I think I've been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss.
My sweater often disappears in a mound,
But directionally it is sound.
Home it will come to be
Wrapped up all around me.
Time is often spent looking for the keys in a set.
I seek them with my eyes and sometimes a net.
To be beat by such rascally keys, I will not.
There they are, a battle well fought.
My right sock wandered away
In the washer it wanted to stay.
Far away from my five sad toes
My polka-dotted sock had no woes.
Around the house, many things wander away,
Sometimes they go and sometimes they stay.
Most perplexing, though, is the knife who went for a walk.
Weeks have passed, and I have watched like a hawk.
Alas, no knife.
Perhaps it left with my sock.
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