Mommy's 1st Flowers

 
Jamie came racing into the house and hit the fireplace before he realized I was sitting in the chair. He turned around and in his little hands was this bouquet of flowers. I have to be honest and say I teared up. Here was my little boy carrying flowers for his mamma... He was so proud of them. He handled them over and then demanded I sniff them and he too had to sniff them. So together we went and found a vase to put my pretty flowers in, all the while Jamie is supervisoring my actions.

I placed them on the table and we took another sniff. My sniffs being of the tearful sort and off we went until they caught his attention again and he dumped the vase to sniff them on his own. My baby boy is no longer and in place I have a active toddler, who loves me so.

God blessed me so much the day He choose to give me Jamie Troy. He is truely the reason I strive to be the very best so I can show him how to lead his life. He will one day help his son bring home flowers to his momma and I don't look forwad to those days as I enjoy these ones too much. Motherhood has made me a better person and a sappy one too... I would not change it for anything.

Flower Power...

I have become a picture taking fool. I look at everything and see how I could take the shot. It is addicting to see what I could do. I have outgrown my little camera and have started a camera fund so maybe by the end of the year i can have a "semi-pro" camera. I also want to buy Photoshop or a similar program as I am held back with my Picasa 3 program. Don't get me wrong, I love Picasa but I am outgrowing it. So I am on the hunt for something a bit more sophiscated.

I asked to borrow my Dad's Sony a700 and with the desination in mind went to see what I could do with his "fancy" camera. I took dozens of picture at the Bamboo Farm Festival. I have played around and come up with these 20 shots I love for various reasons.

Make a Smilebox slideshow

There are so many reasons I enjoy these pictures. I think they are some of my best. I experimented with many different cropping and lighting features.

Who's Gotta New Phone...

I had to say goodbye to my faithful Razor this past Friday. After 2 years of love and constant companionship I had to trade my phone. It is not be a sad thing for many but as I was reviewing my phone for pictures and videos,I realized this is the phone I took my first pictures of Jamie with.



It has been there for all my drama and text messaging. I LOVE my Razor!! would have been a bumper sticker for me. It did no wrong as I sent videos to Pat of our precious baby boy while he worked.

The Shiny Pink was becoming very dull and the delay between pressing a button and getting a response was becoming longer but the straw that broke my poor Razor would be my Jamie. He dumped lemonade on top of it. I thought all was good and Razor made a valiant attempt to be itself but as I text I realized I could not add a space so my messages looked like this...
hidadIamhome.jamiefellasleeponridehome.loveyoucallyoulater

So in true Melodie fashion I put the Internet to work and researched phones and read over comments and looked at photos and I made a decision with a tear in my eye for my little pink phone.

I present my new phone....



The DARE!!!

I love my Touch Ipod. I love the touch screen so I knew I could enjoy a touch phone. If Version had the IPhone I would have gone with it. I looked at the Blackberry Storm but the additional cost was not what I wanted. I have had the Dare for 3 days and must say a new and wonderful relationship is developing. I am learning all its quirks and I believe I will come to love this phone as much as my pink Razor.

5 Pounds of FISH...

What does one do with 5 pounds of fish??? Better yet, why am I asking this question??
Because over the weekend, I was faced with this dilemma. It all started with my desire for fish. In our home, we are turning over a new leaf and trying VERY hard to be HEALTHY!! So after days of chicken breast cooked in every imaginable way I sent my love of life out to bring home a different meat. And proudly doing so my husband brings me a box of fish, never mind I had said a bag of fish he brings me this BOX of whiting. I like whiting. It is a fish, which forgives the clumsy hand that sprinkles too much seasoning. I had learned this when living in the Taj. But that is another story!!
So I decide to crack open the box and grab a couple of fillets, defrost and bake away…But oh no that does not happen in the Heath home. Instead I crack open the box and discover a 5 pound fish-sicle. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen…A popsicle with fins…This was not the pretty fillets I was waiting on but almost whole fish. Thank God not heads and guts but never the less, whole fish in my eyes. So I do what a sane woman does and start laughing and the kind your whole body moves and later you are sore from…My great urban hunter arrives to see what has me gasping for air (all the pun intended) and discovers the fish-sicle. He is upset and says to throw it out as there is no way to defrost a portion of the fish-sicle…it is all or none! So I decide to think as I defrost the fish, what can I do with all the fish?
Do I cook a portion of it and throw the rest out…the wild (so the box says) fish who gave their little fishy lives for my belly only to end in the trash can…NO, I say and start to formulate a plan. A daring plan which I have never done before. I will cook ALL the fishies!!!! Never mind, Pat and I will most likely be the only ones to see the fish. I am determined. So I set on my mission…I decide to divide and conquer. I will pan fry some and the others will go into the oven. I will have fish for dinner and then have fish cakes later. I am too smart for my own good. Now I have my plan there is a problem…the frozen fish. It takes FOREVER to defrost the fish. While this might not be a bad thing the smell soon developed leaving the home in a odd fishy smell. Hurry, Hurry and wait for the melting fish-sicle. Finally, they are all separate and I can begin the GREAT fish cook…
I have my beaten eggs, my seasoned flours, heated oven and hot electric griddle…the fish have been patted dry to allow for maximum coverage of flour. I am set. And so I begin, I first neatly lay the fish destined for the oven in my pan. A little salt and pepper and oil and they slide into the oven to bake away. Next I face the griddle…I spray some PAM and begin the process with Pat as my sidekick ‘cause I sure wasn’t doing this on my own. He dips the fish into the egg, next I cover with flour and put them on the griddle. All done, and we wait. But we don’t wait for long as the most DELICIOUS smell beginnings to hit our overwhelmed noses. It is a smell I liken to my Nammy’s home. She cooks a lot of fish and my home is beginning to smell just likes hers…my mouth begins to water and I stare down my little fishies wondering how long I must wait before I can EAT ONE!!!!
10 minutes later….

And 20 minutes later…

I have conquered the BOX of whiting. Will I do it again? NO!!! But I have learn a sad and wonderful lesson….After cooking all the fish I could not bear the thought of having to eat fish for dinner and I ate …CHICKEN. Pat said the fish was good and tomorrow we will be having fish cakes, hopefully my poor nose can handle it.
Love to All,
The Heath Mom