One more picture

We had his one year pictures taken at Portrait Innovations.

http://www.portraitinnovations.com/

Of the 50 pictures they took, 45 of them were perfect.

My baby's growing up

My baby turned one last Friday. I can hardly believe it. How does that happen? That they grow up so fast. I mean there are all those night feedings and crying jags when they are little where an hour can feel like a month and then POOF! It's gone. He walks, he smiles, he waves, he says a few words, he dances. He's growing up too fast.

And seeing as how he is probably my last, I want time to stand still for just a little while longer.

Search for meaning

So lately I've been feeling restless. I don't know if it is the heat or the middle of summer or what, but I've been feeling somewhat lost.
I feel at times that I lead a meaningless life. That I used to just work, come home, take care of the family and the house, go to bed, and do it all over again. Now I feel like I am doing the same thing only without having a job. I do what needs to get done, but don't feel like that is enough.
My husband thinks I'll get over it. I think I need to make a change of some sort. I've toyed with going back to work, but there isn't anything that I think I would feel good about doing. Plus it involves the hassle of finding qualified, reliable, decent child care.
So then I've been thinking about doing some sort of volunteering. I've always wanted to teach adult literacy. The problem with that is they need a reliable commitment. Hubby's job isn't 8-5 and is totally unpredictable. Our babysitter list consists of my mother-in-law and she doesn't like the sound of a baby crying but doesn't watch the baby enough for him to be comfortable enough to not cry. Other volunteer ideas I've wanted to do were helping with mentally challenged folks in some capacity or at a hospice. I've had some experience with both fields and think I would make a real contribution, though again I can't commit any specific times and that isn't fair to them.
Last night, I was watching CBS Sunday Morning
(DVRed from earlier) and there was a story about a man that donated a kidney to a stranger.
I thought, "I could do that." I told hubby we should donate organs, he said he was saving his in case on of the kids needed it. Keep in mind, our children have been and are perfectly healthy and hopefully will continue that way.
I know that is pretty drastic, but I am really giving it serious consideration.
What do you think?
And what do you do to give more meaning?
Or is this really all there is?

http://matchingdonors.com/life/index.cfm

I suck

I was really trying to stay on top of things and have at least a few posts each week. I mean, once a day proved too much to handle. And one every couple of weeks is just rude.
Perhaps my last post about being on top of things just ended up jinxing me.
Anyway, my question today is, when someone dials your number, home, work, cell, whatever and they don't mean to be calling YOU (as in they misdialed OR were given an incorrect number), why are they always pissed at you? I mean they screwed it up or someone thought they were such a loser that they lied about their number. But you? All you did was answer the phone when it rang. How is that cause for rudeness?
I mean, I am always polite. I say "I think you must have the wrong number." Yet, often, they question me. They ask me what my number is. Uh, you just called it. You know it. Or they ask a couple of times for the name of the person whom I just told them doesn't live here.
I am pretty sure I know who lives in my house. And I am certain that I know my own cell phone.