More Gum News

Way back in January, I talked about my trip to the periodontist to have a gum graft. Basically, the doc took a slice of tissue from the roof of my mouth and sewed it above one of my front teeth to fix a receding gum above that tooth.

Today I went in to have all that pink and healed up gum tissue laser resurfaced. I had to be numbed up and then he went to work with a very quiet laser. It was fine, though sometimes he had my upper lip pushed so far out of the way it made it difficult to breathe through my nose. Which in some ways was okay, because then I couldn't smell the burning tissue. However I could sort of "taste" it when I breathed through my mouth. I don't recommend it!

My periodontist told me it would turn red and feel like a burn before it eventually pinked up. It is then that I can brush that part of my gum again. Yay.

Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid

I'm not one to get all crazy about big health warnings and such. I just feel like we are bombarded with warnings of all kinds, and until I see significant reason to worry, I generally don't.

That may all change here, though. A high school in our city has been closed until Monday due to a suspected case of the Swine flu. Another school in a neighboring town has been closed for the same reason. The high school, Marmion Academy, has students that are siblings of students at my children's school. (Did you follow that?) So, if it is Swine flu, this boy has been in contact with other boys (it's an all boy school) who are brothers of students at my children's school. It concerns me. If it is confirmed as Swine flu, I will be watching my kids a little more carefully.

Breakin' My Heart

Even though it was announced in February, I still was shocked, though not completely surprised, by the fact that Steve Page has left the Barenaked Ladies.

I have loved BNL for many years. My big brother, Kevin, introduced me to them in the 90's and they quickly became my favorite band of all time. I know Page has had a lot of problems with drug use and poor choices in the last year or two, but I somehow hoped he would get it together. Considering he and Ed Robertson shared a considerable amount of the leads on the songs the group wrote and sang, he will be sadly missed. And since 139 of my 1300+ songs in iTunes are by BNL, I will be reminded often of his mark on the band.

I wish the remaining band members, Jim, Kevin, Ed, and Tyler the best. I will still listen to all of their new music and continue to love them. But I can't help but think I will miss Steve's musical contribution to the group. I have never attended a more fun live show than the Ladies. I hope it will still be as much fun without Steve.

Stem Cell Research

I found this little gem at Third Base Politics and felt I needed to share it here. Dr. Oz, Oprah's favorite doctor, is telling everyone that adult stem cells will be the root of a cure for Parkinson's and advances in treatment for other diseases, not embryonic stem cell research. This is huge, and for it to finally be shown on mainstream TV is wonderful, in my opinion. Check it out:

Baptism Weekend

My newest nephew, Declan, was baptized this Sunday. The ceremony was held in a lovely old chapel with wooden floors and beautiful stained glass windows. The remarkable part was that Declan was the only child baptized that day. All three of my kids had several other children and families baptized on the same day they did. But Declan's was relaxed and personal and the old deacon who performed the ceremony was great with children. He made sure that both my three kids and three of Declan's cousins on his father's side of his family had a good view and even let them help him after the baptism with cleaning up and turning the font off.


My husband, Brendan, was godfather. It was fun to watch him light the candle and hold Declan in the pictures afterwards. A cool little aside - the beautiful baptismal gown Declan is wearing was originally his great grandfather's. He wore it, my mother-in-law was baptized in it, as well as my husband and his brother and sister (Declan's mom), and all three of my kids.

The party at my mother-in-law's house was a lot of fun. My brother-in-law's family is lots of fun, and I always enjoy my husband's family. Zoe made friends with the Coffey cousins and spent the entire day running around with them. She has arranged a playdate for an unspecified later date.

I played my usual role, which was to make the cake. I love doing that. I spent a lot of time online looking at other people's cakes for baptisms and first communions, trying to get some inspiration. But, it was a cross that I found at a Christian Bookstore that gave me my final idea for Declan's cake. I bought it as part of Declan's gift and used it as the cake topper for the cake. It is a two-sided cross with a little baby in jammies holding a blankie. On each side is a prayer, one for the morning and one for the night. The jammies have tiny little stars on them. When I saw them, I knew Declan's cake would have to have stars. This is what I made:


It was a huge four layered 9-inch cake. It was chocolate frosted with vanilla buttercream. I made marshmallow fondant stars to encircle the top and sides of the cake. Both the cake and the frosting are made from scratch. The cake recipe is a Martha Stewart recipe - a real keeper! The buttercream is Wilton's recipe.


As I wasn't sure if this would be enough cake, I made a second, smaller cake. I made another Martha Stewart recipe, and it turned out fabulous. It was a vanilla cake that I brushed with an Amaretto simple syrup. The frosting was an Almond Swiss Buttercream. It was the first time I made a cooked frosting and I must admit it turned out great. I have long been intimidated by cooked frostings, but with my trusty Kitchenaid stand mixer and my candy thermometer, the frosting turned out really good. What amazed me most was that the frosting for just one cake took three (3!) sticks of butter. That's a lot of butter. But it was good. I decided to coat the sides with sliced almonds. The cake turned out really dense, but really good.


This is the godfather with his godson. They're both pretty cute, don't ya think?

What Is Your Best April Fool's Joke?

My parents are in visiting from Ohio. As my mom sat at the breakfast table this morning, she told Zoe to, "Watch out! There's a bug right there!" and pointed at the floor by Zoe's feet. Zoe fell hook line and sinker as my mom said, "April Fool's."

The kids all giggled and Zoe started planning. About five minutes later Zoe walked up to my mom and said, "Look outside, there's a flying Grandma!" My mom, being the good grandma that she is, looked out the window and pretended to be surprised that there was no flying grandma. Zoe shouted, "April Fools" and we all had a good laugh.

My Baby Wears Combat Boots

Zoe has discovered a pair of boots in her closet and has taken quite a liking to them. She wore them around the house and outside to play this morning, and wants to wear them to preschool next week.

While I think she looks pretty cute in them, I'm not sure what the attraction is.


If you look closely in this picture, you can see they are Lizzie McGuire boots. They are hand-me-downs from one of the many awesome people who give me clothes for my girls. In fact, I think everything Zoe is wearing, except for the tights, are hand-me-downs. Gotta love that!

So, are your kids as stylish as mine?

Scrapbooking Weekend

Two weekends ago my sister treated me to a scrapbooking weekend in Marshall, Michigan . The two of us met at the Riverside Inn and spent the entire weekend catching up on our scrapbooking. Okay, Leanne is pretty much up to date on her scrapbooks, but she still had some stuff to complete in her books. I, on the other hand, haven't scrapbooked in years and am hopelessly behind on my albums. But, I seized the opportunity and worked my butt off.

I did six spreads for Ian, five for Emma, and four for Zoe. Ian is now almost three in his album, Emma is about 6 months, and Zoe is about 2 months in her album. I know, I'll never catch up! But, I am now organized and having gotten a jump start in Michigan, I'm ready to get a lot more done.

Here are some of the pages I did while there:

This is a page for Ian. I found the layout idea from an idea book at the inn where we stayed. this was one of my faster and simpler pages, but I still love the results.



These are two of Emma. I like the ribbon I used and I think they are both really cute! (Only using one photo makes the layout a lot easier!)



This is Zoe. I used this photo I took of her a few days after coming home in my birth announcements. I just loved both photos and wanted them both showcased.

The inn was really just a house made for scrapbooking retreats. It is set on a river and the view from the kitchen is absolutely breathtaking. Our hostess, Katrina, lived next door with her husband and two kids. She provided all of our meals, which were delicious. There were snacks and drinks that we could help ourselves to at any time. While she ordered our dinners and lunch from local restaurants, she always provided salad or fruit as a side dish and made a dessert for both Friday and Saturday. She made Saturday morning breakfast and Sunday brunch, which included a delicious sausage gravy over homemade biscuits. The basement had 12-six foot tables each with an Ott light for well illuminated workspaces. The scrapbooking room also had a Cricut with about 6 or 7 cartridges, a Sizzix die cut machine with several dies, lots of scrapbook idea books, and CD player and TV with DVD's.

Leanne and I had an awesome time talking and sharing pictures with each other. Unfortunately, I did not have my camera to take any pictures because my kids and husband were walking in the Naperville St. Patrick's Day parade the same day. But trust me, it was an excellent weekend.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I have become so busy with my family and other obligations that I've dropped the ball on my blogging lately. And it seems that the longer I go without blogging, the harder it is to get back into it. So today I am forcing myself on here in hopes that I will become re-dedicated to my blog and sharing the fun and crazy things going on in my life.

Today I share with you two fairly new (within the last month) occurrences in my life.

#1: I have begun to listen to country music. And I like it. I find myself turning to US99.5 more and more often, and only turning back to my traditional pop/ rock channels when they run one of their extremely long commercial breaks. Much to my husband's disdain, I like the themes of the songs, the slower pace, and the often humorous messages in the songs. I have even used some of my birthday iTunes gift card to download two country songs already (Darius Rucker's "It Won't Be Like This For Long" and Rodney Atkins "Watching You")

I have always liked some country. I own lots of Garth Brooks and have Shania Twain's first album and Carrie Underwood's first album. I also love Kenny Rogers and have an album of his greatest hits. So I guess it's no surprise I am liking it more and more now.

My husband will just have to find some way to live with it.

#2: I joined Facebook. Truly addicting. And I feel guilty when I haven't responded to people who send a message to me. I have been trying to find time to sit down and write everyone back, and therefore have neglected this blog in the process.

But it is fun! And I think that after the initial finding of old friends, the time on FB should slow down. Because really, once you catch up with someone you haven't talked to in over 20 years, you probably aren't going to talk everyday.

For anyone who is reluctant to give it a try, I suggest you do it. I have found people I never imagined I could find. For example, I lived in England for five years when I was in elementary school. I have found several old friends from those years, as well as an old music teacher! And seriously, it was so fun finding my fourth grade boyfriend and reminiscing on those days.

On top of that, I've found old college and high school friends and I'm able to quickly keep up with them and see their beautiful children.

And probably one of the most rewarding is finding old students from the four years I taught. They are all in college and graduating soon. The two I've contacted are so sweet and told me how much they loved me as a teacher. If that doesn't make someone feel good, I don't know what could.

My Baby Is Five!

My youngest daughter, Zoe turned five today. I let her pick dinner and my benevolent daughter passed over bacon cheeseburger roll-up, probably her favorite meal of all time, for tacos, something her brother and sister both like. (Let's just say her big brother and big sister don't particularly enjoy bacon cheeseburger roll-up and leave it at that.) After dinner we sang "Happy Birthday" to Zoe and had ice cream.


We had the family over on Sunday to celebrate and had lots of fun and good food. I made my current favorite hors d'oeuvres, bacon wrapped lil' smokies. Can you say, "the way to ruin a diet?" Anyways, let's just say that they all got eaten along with the sugar coated pecans, cheese and crackers, dill vegetable dip and M&M's.


Zoe requested a Scooby Doo cake this year, so I made her a chocolate chocolate chip cake frosted in both chocolate and vanilla buttercream. Luckily I had a Wilton cake pan from when my son wanted a Scooby Doo cake several years earlier and so this cake was fairly easy to make. Zoe really loved it, which is always what is the most important to me.

Zoe got lots of great gifts, three dresses, a Barbie Thumbelina doll, a Hannah Montana doll, a book, and her favorite gift of the day: The Imaginext BatCave. It comes with the Batcycle, a Batman, a Robin, and lots of cool little features inside the BatCave itself. All three of my kids have now played with it every single day since Zoe received it and yes, Thumbelina and Hannah have been inside, as well as Brendan's Batgirl from on his dresser.


Now I just have to get used to the fact that my baby is five. Not sure how long it is going to take for that to sink in!

The Number 11 on March 11th

The number 11 isn't looking so good this morning on March 11. When I started up my computer to check my e-mail, this is what greeted me on my My Yahoo homepage:


Not the best representation of the number 11. But don't worry, I'll be posting something later that is sure to make 11 a happy number again.

Being A Parent (And A Kid) Isn't Easy

I'm not sure what it's like to have a kid with academic problems. So far, my three kids don't seem to have a lot of struggles with school. My first two learned to read fine and seem to be meeting all the marks they need to when it comes to their school subjects. My youngest, who is in preschool and has a speech problem, seems to be meeting her benchmarks as well and may even be done with speech before kindergarten starts next year. And while my kids are fairly young, 4th grade, 1st grade, and of course the preschooler, they seem to all be doing fine academically.

But my oldest child, my son, is having tremendous social difficulties. I feel like I know what to do when there is a math issue, or a science problem, but social issues are a whole different ballgame. When my youngest had speech problems, we had her tested and sent her to speech class. Through her speech class, her speech problem has shrunk while her confidence is soaring. But I don't know who to go to for social unease. I have talked to his teacher, which has helped. I have talked on the phone to the school social worker, and that helped, too.

But he still has problems. It breaks my heart. I don't know how to help him. How do you help a kid who feels awkward and doesn't feel like he has any friends? He isn't being bullied or made fun of, and he is included in the recess football game. And yet he still feels lonely.

I have listened to him and tried to reassure him that he is a great kid. I have tried to coach him with some strategies in being friends with others (following the old adage "Sometimes you have to be a friend to have a friend). I have offered to have kids from school over for the afternoon. I have let him know that I love him completely and always will. But I don't know how to make this part of his life better. I know kids have to go through some hard times in their lives. I know it can help them to grow. I know life isn't always a bowl of cherries. But it sure sucks while it is going on.

Makes Me Cry Everytime

I discovered this song some time ago, finally bought it from iTunes and every time I hear it I can't hold back the tears. It is Steven Curtis Chapman's "Cinderella" and if you have a daughter, I dare you to listen to it without tears.



My girls are only 5 and 6, but I can imagine all these upcoming events and I realize our time with them is truly only fleeting. I hope my husband and I are taking the time to dance with all three of our kids.

Weekend Fun

How was your weekend? Ours was busy, but fun. You know, the kind of busy that is good.

On Thursday, Emma, my 6 1/2 year old, had her first friend sleepover. They got to stay up until 10:15 and slept in sleeping bags on the floor. Anna had an Ariel sleeping bag while Emma used her cheerleader Barbie sleeping bag. They watched Ice Princess and had ice cream sandwiches for a treat.

The next morning Anna's mom came with her big brother and little sister and the kids played for another couple of hours while the moms chatted. It was a great way to spend a day off from school!


Then on Saturday Emma had a birthday party in the afternoon. While she was at the party I made giant half and half chocolate chip cookies to serve as dessert at that night's Daddy Daughter dance at my kids' school. Both Emma and Zoe went with Brendan this year and had a great time. The theme was sports so most of the dads wore Bears jerseys, including Brendan. Emma wore an Ohio State cheerleading outfit and Zoe wore a generic pink and blue cheerleading outfit. The reports are that the hot dog/ bratwurst/ hamburger dinner were great. There were games, dancing, and dessert, and of course the running around with the other first grade and preschool girls.



Ian and I stayed home and made a new recipe for dinner from the kids cookbook Ian got from the library. We both agreed the spicy chicken burgers were good and then we settled in for a few games of Mario Party 8 on the Wii. After Ian soundly drubbed me on the Wii, we turned on The Pink Panther movie with Steve Martin. We made popcorn and giggled at all of the silly antics of Inspector Clouseau. The girls came in just as the movie was ending at 9:00PM and we sent everyone up to bed.

Sunday brought church and play practice. It was a good weekend.

The Mind Of A Four Year Old

I don't know if this kind of thing is normal or not, but I thought it was pretty interesting. My four year old daughter, out of the blue, says the following to me at the breakfast table one recent morning:

If you were the first person created, and you were on Mars where there was no air, you would just be bleah (Zoe sticks out her tongue and closes her eyes for effect on the word bleah) dead. No one else would be created. You'd just go straight to heaven.

And that was it. She didn't add anything to her comments or give me any other hints to clue me in to her many deep thoughts that lead her to the conclusion above.

All I could say was, "Yes, I think that if the first person was created on Mars, that's exactly what would happen."

My Weight Loss Plan

Way back in January I talked about my Christmas weight gain and how I planned on somehow trying to lose the weight. I can say I've probably lost 1 1/2 pounds, though it's hard to tell on any given day. (My weight fluctuates, but lately it's about 1 1/2 pounds down from my highest weight after Christmas.) I haven't really done anything specific, though I am watching what I eat and snack on. I only eat one muffin at dinner, only one piece of garlic bread, that kind of thing.

Three days ago I decided it was time to add exercise to the routine. I am not a great exerciser. Although I was extremely active in high school (cross country, basketball, track, summer league softball), I just don't have the self motivation to keep myself moving on a regular basis. I go through periods of good exercising, followed by periods of complete laziness. My best exercise period was in 2005. I was in my sister-in-law's wedding in the Spring of that year, followed by my college 10 year reunion that June. I had excellent motivation. And lost a lot of weight through regular use of Pilates DVD's and careful eating. But once those events were over, so was my regular exercising.

I find that when I exercise, I eat better, because I don't want the exercise to go to waste. So if I can just add exercise to my regular daily routine, I know I'd have a better chance at losing weight. So this is my plan. For now, walk on the treadmill at least ten minutes a day. I know it's not much. I know it won't kill thousands of calories. But it's a start. And for me, the thought of finding a half an hour or more to exercise is difficult. But 10 minutes? That's nothing. I can start a show for my kids on the TV, run down to the basement, start the treadmill up and be done before the show is over. It feels doable. I know to really lose a significant amount of weight, I'll need to do more than 10 minutes on the treadmill. But for now, if I can just make this a regular part of everyday, I think it will help in my weight loss and help me to lead a healthier life.

That's my plan. I'll let you know if I don't stick to it.

Kids TV Shows

It's funny how in just a few years the popular preschool kids shows change significantly. My oldest, a nine year old now, loved Playhouse Disney. One of his particular favorites was Bear in the Big Blue House. It was one of my favorites, too. We watched Barney, Blue's Clues, and Roley Poley Olie, but Bear was my favorite because it was just downright entertaining. Ojo, the little girl bear, was cute. Treelo was unintelligible. Tutter the mouse was high strung, but likable. Pip and Pop, the two purple otters, were hilarious. Shadow told interesting stories. And of course Bear was the voice of reason. The songs were always catchy and fun to sing, enough so that we bought a CD for Ian to listen to when we went places in the car. There was usually a moral or lesson to be learned, but it wasn't preachy or overly sentimental. Really the show was just good clean fun.

I now have a four year old daughter who pretty much missed out on Bear in the Big Blue House. She loves Dora, Sid the Science Kid, Handy Manny, and the Imagination Movers. And those are all good shows, but none compares to Bear. Bear never made me want to cover my ears with earmuffs to drown out the sound from the TV, but instead made me want to sit down and watch it with my kid.

When we were at the library yesterday, Zoe found a "Potty Time With Bear" DVD. We checked it out and she watched it this afternoon. I was immediately reminded why I love this show. It's for songs like the one entitled, "Toileteer." Zoe has been potty trained for over two years now. She doesn't need a DVD to help her to learn to use the potty. But that's what is so great about even this episode. Even if you know how to use the potty, it's still just a fun episode. If you get the chance, watch the video. Pip and Pop show up to talk about being a Toileteer at about the 1:20 mark. And the song starts at about the 2:00 minute mark. It is worth it if you've never seen it before. And if you have, it's a fun trip down memory lane. Maybe you'll even be humming the song tomorrow. It's that good.

I Can Still Eat Brownies With Stitches In My Mouth

Okay, so maybe I won't lose weight while I have stitches in my mouth, especially if my four year old daughter keeps convincing me to make treats like these! Yesterday we were looking through our cookbooks for recipes we could make with the ingredients we had in the house. We came across this amazing recipe and I knew I had to share it with all of you. The best part, you probably have the ingredients in your house right now, too!



Brownies

▪ ½ cup butter, melted
▪ 1 cup sugar
▪ 1 tsp vanilla extract
▪ 2 eggs
▪ ½ cup all purpose flour
▪ 1/3 cup cocoa
▪ ¼ tsp baking powder
▪ ¼ tsp salt

Heat oven to 350ºF. Grease 9-inch square baking pan. In medium bowl, stir together butter, sugar and vanilla. Add eggs; with spoon, beat well. Stir together flour cocoa, baking powder and salt; gradually add to egg mixture, beating until well blended. Spread batter evenly in prepared pan. Bake 20 - 25 minutes or until brownie begins to pull away from sides of pan. Cool completely in pan on wire rack. Frost with Creamy Brownie Frosting if desired.

Creamy Brownie Frosting

▪ 3 T butter, softened
▪ 3 T cocoa
▪ 1 T light corn syrup
▪ ½ tsp vanilla extract
▪ 1 cup powdered sugar
▪ 1 to 2 T milk

In a small mixer bowl, beat butter, cocoa. corn syrup and vanilla until blended. Add powdered sugar and milk; beat to spreading consistency.


Notes: This is a great recipe to make with kids. The only thing I needed a hand mixer for was the frosting. Zoe mixed all the other ingredients with a wooden spoon. The texture of these brownies is perfect. Very fudgy and brownie like. I don't like a lot of from scratch brownies because they often don't have the texture I'm looking for. These do. These are great without the frosting, but that does take them to a new chocolatey level. If you like nuts in your brownies, add up to 1/2 cup. You won't be sorry you tried these! I used Ghirardelli's unsweetened baking cocoa, which I've discovered makes any cocoa recipe yummier. But any good quality cocoa should work well.

A Trip To The Periodontist

I went to the periodontist yesterday and felt compelled to share my experience here. (I know Bobbie Leigh, you have stopped reading by now, that's okay!)

The reason for my visit was the gum over my right upper front tooth (can't recall the name of the tooth. Alison, maybe you could help?) was pulling away. There was a little "u" where the gum pulled away. My dentist sent me to a periodontist because when something like that happens in the front of the mouth, a filling starts to look pretty bad. After my initial consultation it was decided that I needed "minor periodontal surgery." Basically, the doc takes a piece from the roof of my mouth and attaches it to the gum above my tooth. Yeah, eeeew. And, oooooooww.

I had about three weeks to anticipate the procedure. I finally decided I would be fine. I have been having cavities filled since I was five years old. I have had at least two root canals as well as several crowns. I even had my wisdom teeth ripped out of my mouth as an adult about 6 or 7 years ago, with nothing but the numbing novacaine shots. If I can handle all of that, a trip to the periodontist should be a piece of cake, right?

And actually, it was. In fact, except for the number of shots to numb the roof of my mouth, the procedure itself was better than getting a cavity filled. There was no drilling or loud noises associated with drillings and fillings. The worst part was when he said it appeared I had a lot of bone loss under this tooth, a surprising amount. There was no pain, but I imagined what he had to do to look at the bone under the gum, and that pretty much grossed me out. I patiently laid with my mouth open and eyes closed while he sliced some flesh from the roof of my mouth and sewed it over the gum. I knew the procedure was almost over when I felt the thread he was using to sew the stitches against my upper lip. Then he was rubbing some strange goo over my gums, though I couldn't really feel it, and holding it in place for several seconds. He placed some mesh over the part in the roof of my mouth where he had taken the graft, and "cemented" it in place. After all this was done, they wiped off the outside of my mouth, which I'm assuming had blood on it. The assistant handed me a cup with four ibuprofen pills in it and a cup of water. I took all four and waited for the numbing to wear off. The doctor handed me a paper with directions for post op care and wrote me a prescription for an antibiotic and one for pain pills. Then, because he finished about ten minutes early, we sat and talked about our families, where our kids go to school, some mutual people we know. It was very funny and strange.

I walked out after paying my bill and headed to the car. I still had to pick up my kids at school. The first thing I did when I got in my car was look at my mouth. Above about three of my teeth is a white putty like substance. The dentist said it will likely fall off before I come back next week to have my stitches removed. The mesh covering on the roof of my mouth is black. My daughter, Emma, loves looking at it. My son, Ian, told me he wasn't going to make me laugh for the next week because he didn't want to see it. For my part, it's kind of novel. This morning it looks a little grosser, there is some seeping blood that has left brown streaks through the white putty. My mouth feels good, though. No pain pills yet today.

And as Irish Coffee House told me, maybe my trip to the periodontist will result in some weight loss. I think it could. I'm eating softer foods, but it takes me so long to eat that by the time I get halfway through something it is cold and unappealing. I wouldn't recommend it as a diet, but if you have to have work done, you might as well get some side benefits!

Shame On Me

I didn't vote for him. I admired him. Found him exciting. Thought his family seemed nice. But, I couldn't get past the fact that his voting record was extremely pro-abortion. I never once disparaged him in front of my children or husband (who likely did vote for him, though I don't technically know for sure). I did not stand up for him when my staunch Republican parents visited and made nasty comments during the local news coverage.

I wasn't actually upset (or surprised) when he won the election. I allowed myself to be excited that the United States had finally proven itself colorblind. It finally proved we could elect someone other than an old white guy. I began to read about the president-elect. I read about his two beautiful daughters and lovely wife. I allowed myself to believe that maybe he could make great things happen. I thought maybe, just maybe, he'll do really great things and be an awesome president. Maybe he would be able to transcend bipartisanship and bring this country together in the mold of Ronald Reagan.

As the inauguration neared and the local media stalked his every move, I felt sorry for his family, that they couldn't even go to a dolphin show and have a Hawaiian shaved ice without a press pool following them. But, I also was intrigued and somewhat thrilled to be witnessing history. Maybe Barack Obama was the best man for the job right now.

I watched many of the inauguration festivities, something I've not done in the past. I thought Malia and Sasha were adorable at the big concert on Sunday. I thought Michelle looked regal in the yellow dress and coat, not as perfect in the white ball gown. The girls looked pitch perfect in their J.Crew coats and matching scarves. Barack looked dapper in his suit. His slight smile and head bob during the mistake in the swearing in made it obvious he knew what he was supposed to say when Chief Justice Roberts flubbed the words. I was simultaneously surprised and moved by the sheer number of people who went to Washington for the inauguration.

And then reality set in. One day after the 36th anniversary of the Supreme Court's ruling in Roe V. Wade, President Obama reverses the "Bush administration's ban on giving federal money to international groups that perform abortions or provide abortion information." And he has already stated as seen here in his own words, that the first thing he'll do as president is sign the Freedom of Choice Act.

I am sickened at the work he has already undone, and will undo as president against the most helpless in our society, the unborn. It is not okay to kill our babies in the womb through abortion.

Barack Obama may do some good in our country, but giving women unfettered access to abortion is not a good, it is an evil. And shame on me for getting caught up in the excitement and celebration of his inauguration. I knew better on election day, and I should have known better in the weeks leading up to his swearing in.


"Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use violence to get what they want. That is why the greatest destroyer of love and peace is abortion"

-Mother Teresa