I posted Emily's birthday party announcement on this very blog for a few hours before I deleted it.
I don't know what's safe and what isn't, and although none of our personal information was on it, Em's full name was, and maybe that's not such a great idea.
I really don't know.
What do you think?
Is it safe to post it?
I sincerely want to invite anyone who wants to come...whether we've met or not.
I know there are a lot of people who consider Emily their own and I want all of those people...all of you...to celebrate with us if you would like to.
I'll take a poll (that means you have to tell me what you think) and if there are more dos than do nots I'll post it again.
In the mean time, please, if you would like an invitation leave me a comment or send me an email and I'll make sure you get one!
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I'm not feeling well tonight.
Thankfully, I've been fairly healthy since Emily was born...but lately it seems that my body is giving up on me.
I took an hour long nap this afternoon, and woke up feeling kind of blah.
Before I got pregnant with Em I had serious issues with vertigo (serious enough to land me in the ER a couple of times) but pregnancy seemed to have cured me of the worst of the vertigo.
I still keep medicine with me, wherever I am, just in case it comes back.
Tonight I stood up and immediately felt dizzy; dizziness scares me.
I took my medicine and am hoping the dizziness soon fades.
I told my mom tonight that I think my body is permanently messed up...at least chemically...thanks to pregnancy and the not at all stressful year it's been since.
"Noelle, will you please call your doctor and just ask him to run some tests."
(This is far from the first time she's asked.)
My life is full of doctors...just not mine.
I think though, with this bout of dizziness I'm going to make the time, finally, to go in.
I'm afraid if I don't, my mom will make the call for me...
And how would that look?
"Hi. I'm calling to make an appointment for my 37 year old daughter..."
(Actually, I might be 36. I can never remember.)
((And yes, I'm serious. I really can't remember.))
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My niece came and found me tonight and asked, "Noelle, can you leave Elimy with Jason and come walk up the ditch with us?"
(There is a ditch that runs through my parent's neighborhood and my nieces and nephews love to play in it.)
When I got outside my nephew who is older than my niece said, "Sami is just a scaredy cat. I told her the ditch was a dark forest and it scared her."
I informed Josh that I'm afraid of dark forests too, and that he could be our leader.
I asked Sami to hold my hand so that I wouldn't get even more scared.
Josh carried a big piece of rebar to kill the snakes if he saw any.
I didn't realize that I needed hiking boots and an axe to get through the ditch.
It was overgrown with trees and bushes in some spots, and my flip flops didn't love the rocks.
At one point my other niece Erika said to me, "You wore the wrong shoes but I have the wrong hairdo for this journey."
Ahhh...I love those kids.
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And I love these two...