tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60126758573998044692024-03-08T17:48:09.361-08:00Blog of BecktacularityA special place for musings over the spectacular and the hilarious. I'm an aspiring writer, and I need the practice.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-47697487460105050562013-06-17T07:56:00.002-07:002013-06-17T07:56:42.196-07:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/6595283/?claim=q4bhb6v7au6">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-27729968552480529252013-02-26T18:04:00.000-08:002013-03-12T08:43:01.971-07:006-month BitMy Afton Rose is 6 months old now. The time has passes so quickly it is beyond cliche. I wish I had written more...I like to say I spent all of that time LIVING instead of writing about my life, but some of it was just surviving. I told you of her difficult birth, I also think it has taken me some time to come to terms with how I feel about it. Every time I went to write about motherhood, I kept going back to that dark place, instead of sharing the wonder and the joy of being a mom, and the every day frustrations. Now I fear I won't be able to remember. </br></br>
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A friend's blog Turner Twins (http://turnertwins.blogspot.com) helped me realize I don't have to have a profound point (though she has hit several!) or go deep into my psyche in order to write a blog, and it doesn't have to appeal to everyone, because the point is to log the journey. :) So I want to get nostalgic here for a few minutes and share some moments of my little one's first six months. </br></br>
For instance, for the first month of life, I called my sweet little girl "stinky face." She was just following her newborn instinct to root, but she scrunched up her face and shook her head back and forth as if she smelled something bad and was trying to get away. :) My mother was not pleased to hear me call her jewel of a granddaughter by that less than glamorous appellation. It's funny though, I miss my little stinky face. She has the biggest, brightest blue-grey (sometimes green? I don't think they've settled yet) eyes now, and she stares contempletively, wide-eyed at the world. But she will never again make that particular expression. </br></br>
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I can't describe to you how spoiled we were the first months of her life. Afton never cried. She made the tiniest, cutest little sound of displeasure. "Meh." I can't describe it, so sad and pathetic a noise, it got our attention perhaps as much as a scream. She's became way more vocal in the past few months, and let's us know her unhappiness with the world in new and unique ways; none of them as cute as that first communication--especially the vocalized grunting sound she is fond of now, lol! Speaking of talking...she's working on it! I swear she has said "mama" in a meaningful way, but my husband is disputing whether to count it!</br></br>
Fortunately, she has always been a healthy baby with no worrying issues (though she had some rough cradle cap, and now some pretty bad eczema on her forehead). She's nursed well (and stil going) and loves to cuddle and be worn (in a wrap or sling, a carrier, anything that has her close to mom or dad!). Right now, though, she is going through aphase that she can't sleep without that physical contact, and then not well at all. My next research project is how to help her sleep better!</br></br>
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Just to describe her, she is an intelligent, curious little girl, always watching, and sometimes telling us about it. She is strong, but very uncoordinated. She didn't play with toys for the longest time. She first laughed before she was 3 months old--her dad was throwing this ball which changes color up and down in the air--apparently that was hilarious! She seldom laughs at the same "joke" twice though. She loves everyone still (no shy phase yet) and cries in empathy with other babies when they start. A sight of her friend DJ is the only thing guaranteed to make her smile.</br></br>
She has unfortunate hair right now, though she was born with a head of thick, dark hair. As her head grew (90th percentile!) the hair didn't keep pace, and she's worn a bald spot on the back. The new stuff is coming in blond, or reddish brown, and she has a six-inch long section on the top of her head and at the back of her neck (what she was born with!). She's pretty though. She often looks like me, and other times like her father (or his mom!), and strangely sometimes like my twin sister.</br></br>
Okay, enough rambling. I know I can't share it all in one post. Maybe someday I'll get to deeper meaning, but today, I just appreciated sharing a bit about my Bit. <3
<a href="http://alexisseversonphotography.zenfolio.com/p893634819/e57b586c4"><img src="http://alexisseversonphotography.zenfolio.com/img/s2/v70/p1471514308-2.jpg" width="400" height="320" alt="Simply Alexis Photography: Worthman 03/23/13 &emdash; " /></a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-84508769437390351962012-08-30T03:27:00.001-07:002012-08-30T03:56:23.814-07:00Birth StoryMany of you, friends and family, have already seen the stats: Afton Rose Worthman was born 8/23 via c-section at 11:47 p.m., 8 lbs 4 oz, 20 1/4 inches long. But that doesn't tell the whole story. I had a relatively easy pregnancy, but a very difficult birth--they wanted to induce labor for mild pre-eclampsia. We faced decisions at every turn--whether to go AMA and let the baby come naturally (we had prepared so thoroughly for this), to induce, and if so, how? There are many methods. Well, we decided we couldn't accept that risk (that I could develop eclampsia, endangering my own and Afton's life) so went into the scheduled induction. The first try, starting Wednesday, August 15th, didn't work. I was in the hospital over three days before they asked me to go home and rest before another attempt. If it was safe to go home now, then how come we couldn't stay there and wait? More decisions. </br></br>
We stuck by our original agreement to trust the doctors about the risk and need for induction, so we went in Tuesday, 8/21, for the second try. Nothing really happened until Thursday, when I made it all the way to completion (pushing the baby out!), but she got stuck on the way, and time was running out because I had developed an infection from the doctors prematurely rupturing the amniotic sac (breaking my water). My epidural had worn off, and after hours of pain and labor without progress, we agreed to have the c-section, to prevent further damage from the infection, and distress to the baby from being blocked. It was hard going, physically and emotionally, for those two weeks, and there are many other tiny injustices I've overlooked here, and may want to talk about eventually, and it is nowhere near the birth story I planned and hoped to share, but the result is what matters, in the end, and we have a beautiful, healthy baby girl to welcome so this is a happy story. I also was able to further feel the deep love and support of my family and friends--another silver lining. </br></br>
We were able to document this momentous occasion of our daughter's birth with a talented photographer, Crystal Turner, Indy Birth Photographer (http://www.indybirthphotographer.com/ ). You may have already seen some pictures from the event already, posted on facebook. But there is a story to tell, and she has done it well with a photograph slideshow, that I invite you to view, and to share with any family or friends who may not have seen this blog. </br></br>
Please click this link: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hWruHaqrj0&feature=plcp">Afton Rose</a> and share with me these life-changing moments </br></br>
With my love: </br>
Rebekah (Becky) WorthmanBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-80344965633924005652012-06-05T08:19:00.001-07:002012-06-05T08:19:04.922-07:006 months later...I am 6 months pregnant! My life sort of stopped when I discovered our new addition. I haven't seen my friends in that long either. Guess that meant writing too, not that I was faithful to begin with. I'd like to start again--heck, it's why I started the blog in the first place.
I did buy a house for our growing family, and I have spent a lot of time with family, as we went through the loss of my mother-in-law and then the wedding preparations (much happier!) of my step-sister, and the graduation of my little sister and her husband.
Talk to you soon I hope!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-4926245767439262402011-12-12T07:17:00.001-08:002011-12-12T07:18:33.766-08:00Help my sister's friend, Kristin, receive proper burial<object width="250" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/7c7c54d648882def"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/7c7c54d648882def" flashVars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-30863625089321119912011-09-06T06:47:00.000-07:002011-09-06T06:47:40.824-07:00I am in truth-spewing mode. It seems like I save them up as little gems, honing and polishing until they spontaneously? burst forth like confetti in a parade. Line up and hear what I really think about you, Life, the Universe, EVERYTHING! First off, I hate my job. I said it. I know, I am supposed to just be happy that I have one in this day and age, a dependable, steady, honest days work to support my family. But it is drudgery, and frankly I am better than that! Until I stop living in fear of survival, I will be scrounging for scraps when there is mana in the desert! I choose to live for Love right now. What do I LOVE doing? Helping people, and being an administrative assistant really isn't doing that, despite the title. I can heal! I can coach, give advice! I can even edit, which is helping others better communicate! But I have to lead by example, and that may mean taking the leap of faith.<br />
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Okay, do we really want to get started on faith? Some of my views may shock you! But it is my Truth and I don't expect you to take it as your own, or even understand it, though I hope you lend me understanding. Maybe that is better saved for another post? I'll get back to you. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-53326886493622388432011-07-06T08:42:00.000-07:002011-07-06T08:43:20.759-07:00Crawling along...I've just realized I've had this blog for nearly two years now, and have only made 10 or so posts, with only half (or less) of them significant. I am working on my self-esteem issues megatime now for two months, and I've realized I really love writing. Why do I stop myself from doing what I love? Punishment? Silliness. <br />
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I loved my last post, experimenting with a new style and sublty making fun of overserious writers. I loved sharing that memory with you, even if it was just a fraction of a moment in my timeline. I think I need to look back more often, instead of at Current Events, which is what Clinton (<a href="http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/">http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/</a>) is good at right now. I need to explore what makes me me, and which of those experiences are a unique take on the average human experience. I will probably get philosophical at times, bear with me. <br />
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Love you! BeckyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-32805145374744104222011-06-22T11:39:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:31:00.386-07:00Summer<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Humid heat and the eternity of days cover me like a heavy quilt. Paired up with gravity to keep my head on my brown-biscuit arm, my arm on the musty-dusty, freshly-vacuumed carpet; its roughness in contrast to my silky skin. The sticky somnolence of summer sounds its humble susurration. My cool-to-me breath skims in and out in time with the fan; its whirled and hummed secrets so repeated they've lost all sense. Its ceaseless cadence lingers only as a lullabye.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>*sniff*</em> ...Momsweat and hot dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My lackadaisical laze lies uninterrupted by their company--the dog sniffs me ice-cold and whines to me dreams of running and laughing. Surrendering in a satisfied flop at my back, his surplus heat fuels further slumbering passivity. Mama buzzes and flits about, opening windows, her straightening tracked by languid gaze, my fever dreams fulfilled in her sunshine and lemon-scented wake. Her hustle-bustle muffled, surceased in indolent effulgence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I might wake up soon.</span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-48700005678483684962011-03-18T22:03:00.000-07:002011-03-18T22:03:47.177-07:00Lost and FoundWow! Thanks to Kelsey from <a href="http://ruralmamasandbox.blogspot.com/">http://ruralmamasandbox.blogspot.com/</a> for reminding me how much I love to write. Check out her blog to read more about being a great mom! I still don't know why you should read my blog, but I'll try harder to come up with something. I have a lot of new things in my life since I last tried this, and maybe I'll talk about them. I am open to suggestions of course!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-16472034324445196542010-10-05T18:09:00.000-07:002010-10-05T18:10:20.332-07:00Fall is HereWatching football always reminds me of high school. Not because I was a huge fan back then (I didn't find my love of the game for another few years) and not because I hung out in stands as many of my compatriots did. It's really what they call "football weather" that gets me to reminiscing. It was in those crisp, cool nights where I'd "kick the can" with my friends, so to speak. I'm not going to say "those were the best times of my life" --there have been and I know there will be many more-- but they were certainly the most carefree.<br />
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As an adult, you are lucky for a few carefree hours, at best a weekend, or vacation. You just can't seem to let go of your responsibility for too long. Past experiences, present events, or future concerns are never too far from the surface of our consciousness.<br />
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So many fall nights I spent hoping, dreaming, talking, wasting time like a sultan spends gold--experience not corrupted with guilt or burdens...maybe some longing, but of the innocent sort. It was a time of pure possibility. Now my heart aches for that blithe naiveté each time the chill falls on the summer, as the nights grow longer, and the Colts play football.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-71371433113216945282010-03-09T17:44:00.001-08:002010-03-09T17:44:27.198-08:00Too many cooks...One person should not have three bosses. Period. End of blog.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-58315059899851088242010-02-22T10:35:00.000-08:002010-02-22T10:35:20.447-08:00An Editor's TakeThe Olympics. Dan Jansen was fast. Eric Moussambani was slow. That Georgian luger died. Life is hard.<br />
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For more details please see the latest post on <a href="http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/">http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/</a>.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-19521597357356102482010-02-01T20:08:00.001-08:002010-02-01T20:08:43.215-08:00I have blog envyyeah, if you read his blog, you'll probably never come back to mine.<br />
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http://clintons42blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/boldly-going-where-no-review-has-gone.htmlBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-44545387995291667822010-01-29T11:12:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:12:23.374-08:00a blogging questionDo you think I would be more likely to post regularly, if I did a daily blog instead of weekly? Would I have even less to say? I know Clinton's working on a good post <a href="http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/">clintons42blog</a>. He does more opinion essays and articles. Still struggling myself for content and format. Any suggestions?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-74930298266479217842009-12-03T12:12:00.000-08:002009-12-03T12:12:58.048-08:00choo choo!so I almost got around to posting regularly. turns out I was intimidated by Clinton's posts though, and let myself stop. (check out <a href="http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/">http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/</a>) No longer. The way to get better is to practice. So, I will. I will decide on a topic to blog about, that's relevant to my life and interesting to me, and hopefully others, and then I will blog about it. <br />
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I can do it! I think I can....I think I can...Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-14494499445360248932009-10-26T17:47:00.000-07:002009-10-26T18:04:30.711-07:00Quality TimeIs it sad that many of my fondest memories of spending time with my family, and now husband, are of us gathered around a video game? Just this past weekend, feeling the blahs, Clinton and I drug out our Super Nintendo (the Nintendo system is broke :-O ) and started up a game of Zelda: A Link to the Past. For those of you (lame-os) that don't know that game, it is an epic rpg from Nintendo from 1992 (US release). It has sold millions of copies (get with the times! I think it's even available on the Wii Virtual console (don't quote me on that, because I don't have a Wii. (Donations accepted))).<br />
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Anyway, we had a blast helping each other solve all of the mysteries and fight the battles. We took turns on the controls, though I let him do a good portion! We have a few dungeons left to beat to save the world (of Hyrule) but have stopped now, dizzy but with a sense of nostalgia and accomplishment. It reminds me fully of the times my entire family (mom, dad, two sisters, and I) would gather around the living room to play each new game in the <em>Legend of Zelda</em> series. We worked as a team and shared time together in a way not quite like any other. Through those (long) hours we were truly a unit, a family.<br />
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Now, with the kids grown and off on their own adventures, we all have a map (and compass, lol) to go by, to find ways to share with others. All of those moms, those gamer-haters, who want to ban all video games because they cause violence and rot the mind should be reminded of what that little boy who went out into the rainstorm world with only three hearts and lamp could accomplish with the power of family behind him. It's not all bad, eh?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-36739802390290719972009-10-19T15:02:00.001-07:002009-10-19T15:10:12.281-07:00PerfectionismPerfectionism is a mental illness. An insidious one. Seriously, no human being was ever "perfect;" it defeats the purpose of living, to learn and love. And it wrecks any chance of having any sort of self-esteem. Perfectionism is something I suffer from. It affects almost every aspect of my life unless I notice it and make a concerted effort to stamp it out. I almost didn't create a blog because it wouldn't look right, I wouldn't have anything to say, if I did find something to say who would want to read it, add any other lame excuse here. I almost let them be reasons, but my husband is helping me past it. Doing is learning. I love you all, and thanks for reading. :-)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-42102405062650302842009-10-12T14:42:00.000-07:002009-10-12T14:44:47.851-07:00I demand satisfaction...My husband, Clinton (<a href="http://www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com/">www.clintons42blog.blogspot.com</a>), has challenged me to post meaningful updates to my blog EVERY WEEK! He will too, and the first person to miss loses! I'll be taking bets...Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-44800269097282804642009-09-08T10:36:00.000-07:002009-09-08T10:42:02.097-07:00not yet up and runningGuess my blog is going the way of my "website" get it started and forget about it. Hmmm.<br /><br />This is ironic, because I just went to see "Julia & Julie" at the theatre, so I should be fired up about blogging. I wonder which blog she used... maybe I should get a "project" with a "deadline"...<br /><br />:-)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-64558053360277411402009-08-10T06:49:00.001-07:002009-08-10T06:53:27.607-07:00???I am not sure I'll ever figure out how to make a great blog (yes I know you have to have good material, I'm working on it!), but you have to present it in the right way. I have an aesthetic eye; I've even taken serveral web marketing classes and know what I *want* it to look like, but I can't figure out the code to do it. This is embarassing to me, because I consider myself rather intelligent. I want to blog AND to create a home editing business through a website, but have not been able to accomplish either yet, though I've made starts. Maybe I just haven't applied myself enough. I get the internet at home again soon (we moved and are having trouble with AT&T) so...maybe then.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012675857399804469.post-34721844743223315302009-08-05T11:37:00.000-07:002009-08-05T11:38:14.821-07:00BecktacularityOkay, I am new to this. Once I figure it out I will blog about stuff. If you are wondering "Becktacularity" is a combination of "Becky" "Spectacular" and "Hilarity"...Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11401431188221240647noreply@blogger.com0