The coolest thing in the world

This morning I was looking for some kind of live radio stream of Christmas music and, LO AND BEHOLD, HALLELUJAH, I discovered Pandora.com. (Am I late? Do you already know about it?) I LOVE it! You can list an artist you like and it will immediately start a playlist from that artist and other's that are similar. You can also listen to music from favorite genres. I was in the mood for Bing Crosby Christmas classics so I've been listening to a playlist of him, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and others. I also have jazz Christmas, peaceful Christmas, swingin' Christmas and a few other playlists waiting for me. They don't offer a huge selection of Christian categories, but their contemporary Christian stream is pretty good (don't think 91.9...sorry if you like them). Chris Tomlin, Third Day and Passion were on the list.

So go try it!

Feelings...

M: I love you, Isaiah.

I: I love you, Mom.

M: Aw, Isaiah! That makes Mommy happy!

I: Sad?

M: No.

I: Frustrated?

M: No.

I: Mad?


I guess we talk about our emotions a lot around here. :)

For Josh....

I got to him first ;)

Isaiah: "Mommy, it needs batteries."

Update: I sent this picture to one of my main trumpet instructors in college. He started playing when he was 4.....I know. To quote him, "and that child has terrific embouchure!!!" I love it! You can go hear him (Dr. Harding, not Isaiah) at Grand Central uptown. He's also directing the CPCC jazz ensemble, Queen City Brass and plays often with The Four Tops and The Temptations...if you're ever in the mood for some good brass playin'. :)

Sweet boy

In the middle of the night last night Josh came crawling into bed. Isaiah has been waking up a lot and crying for his daddy so Josh had gone to comfort him.

He said that he knelt down beside Isaiah's bed and rubbed his back for awhile, and then fell asleep himself on the floor next to the bed (Hartnesses will sleep anywhere). He woke up a little while later to Isaiah gently rubbing his arm saying, "It's ok, Daddy. It's ok. Get in bed with Mommy."

That just melted my heart :)

baby brain

I'm convinced that after the birth of each child I have gotten about 30% dumber. So basically, I can have one more child before I'm full blown retarded. Normal, everyday tasks are harder.
I can't concentrate. I can't talk (yes, I know I said that about pregnancy too). I ask dumb questions. I'm clumsy and drop things ALL the time. I tune out a lot. I forget general information needed to normally function through a day at home.

In fact, I just called a credit card company to complain that I couldn't log into my account. The nice man offered to verify my information for me and, lo and behold, we immediately realized that I had been entering my maiden name instead of my mom's.....I must have re-read that question at least 4 times trying to figure out what possibly could be wrong.

Ah, my poor children.