If you've seen any weather reports recently on the "wonderful" state of California, then you know we have had rain, rain, and then some more rain. The last couple of days though, there has been this bright shining object in the sky. It's bright out and warm. I think it's the sun, but I haven't seen it since last summer so I am not too sure.
I am so freakin' relieved that the weather has changed. I was seriously going crazy, staying indoors day after day after day. It sucks not having a car and not being able to walk anywhere. But, these past two days Lexie* and I have gone for more walks than I can count. She digs it, I dig it, everybody is happy. Our walks aren't too exciting, usually just to the corner store or the 7-11 for a slurpee (I crave their Crystal Lite Raspberry Ice majorly). Lex seems to like slurpees so she doesn't complain.
Her first birthday is in 18 days. My baby will be one. The big oh-one. I am feeling so melancholy over it. I find myself dragging out the photo albums and crying over how small she was. My husband just smiles and, I know, is thinking to himself that his wife is looney. Who knew parenting would break your heart?
We're planning a party for the 20th, and I am praying that this weather stays put until then. If not, you can find me in the backyard, shaking my fist and screaming into the heavens. Yup honey, your wife is loco.
*I've decided to use my daughter's name from now on. She is too young to request that I don't and my whole family knows about this website anyway. My dork of a husband still doesn't want his name used though.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Friday, March 04, 2005
Shamelessly stolen
Yes, I'm a thief. I stole the following list from Kris (Hi Kris...don't hate me). But, hey, she stole it from someone else. I just had to post it 1) because every single one is true (for me) and 2) it made me feel old. Were the 80's really that long ago....
You grew up in the 1980s or Early 1990s if............
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the work "PSYCHE"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can do the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air" and can do the "Carlton"
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake scented dolls.
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: Hammer Pants.
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"
10. If you ever had plastic streamers on your bikes handle bars and you had "spokey-dokes" or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo-ooh!)
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen and you can still remember the turtles names.
15. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school*.
16. You made your Mom buy you one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear...........need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten (She is truly Outrageous).
21. You remember reading "Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Romona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.....and you still do.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing (some of us...head-to-toe).
25. You remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted**.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school and you traded Garbage Pail Kids in the school-yard.
28. You remember the CRAZE and the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts***.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-Ra (Princess of Power) and He-Man should hook up.
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
34. You owned a pair of jelly shoes and probably 24 pairs at that.....even in neon colors.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are but what am I?"
36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up."
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there was inline skates.
38. You ever got seriously injured on a slip and slide.
39. You have ever played Skip-It.
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.
41. You have gone through this nodding your head in agreement.
42. You remember Popples.
43. "Don't worry, be happy."
44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (sometimes you still do......getting yelled at the younger, hip members in your family).
46. "Miss Mary MACK MACK MACK, all dressed nin BLACK BLACK BLACK"
47. You remember boomboxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
49. You know what it meant to say "Care-Bare Stare"!!!
50. You remember watching "Rainbow Bright" and "My Little Ponies"
51. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
52. You remember Alf, the lil furry alien from Melmac.
53. You remember New Kids On The Block when they were so cool.....and you don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB."****
54. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell" the original class.
55. You know all the words to "Shot Through The Heart" by BON JOVI
56. You just sang those words to yourself.
57. You remember watching MAGIC vs. BIRD.
58. homemade Levi shorts........the shorter the better.
59. You remember when mullets were cool!
60. You had a mullet!
61. You still sing "We Are The World"
62. You tight-rolled your jeans.
63. You owned a banana clip*****.
64. You remember "Where's the beef?"
65. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' bout Willis?"
66. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
67. You're still singing Shot Through The Heart..........aren't you?
*is it sad that I just bought the newest addition of this game for my computer. I am so in love with it!
**when I was six, I was madly in love with him. I think this was during his Thriller stage, nose #2.
***I was always afraid to wear these, thinking they would just show off my underarms. I had horrible visions of the hypercolor only showing up under my arms and no where else.
****I was a HUGE New Kid's fan. My walls were plastered with the pictures. I had so many pictures up that I would only dress in the bathroom, because all of those eyes creeped me out when I was naked.
*****we used to wear them over our eyes and pretend to be Jordy(sp?) from Star Trex: The Next Generation. My mother was (and still is) a HUGE Trekkie. I'm talking conventions and everything.
You grew up in the 1980s or Early 1990s if............
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the work "PSYCHE"
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can do the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air" and can do the "Carlton"
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake scented dolls.
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: Hammer Pants.
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"
10. If you ever had plastic streamers on your bikes handle bars and you had "spokey-dokes" or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo-ooh!)
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen and you can still remember the turtles names.
15. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school*.
16. You made your Mom buy you one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear...........need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten (She is truly Outrageous).
21. You remember reading "Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Romona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.....and you still do.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing (some of us...head-to-toe).
25. You remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted**.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school and you traded Garbage Pail Kids in the school-yard.
28. You remember the CRAZE and the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts***.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-Ra (Princess of Power) and He-Man should hook up.
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
34. You owned a pair of jelly shoes and probably 24 pairs at that.....even in neon colors.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are but what am I?"
36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up."
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there was inline skates.
38. You ever got seriously injured on a slip and slide.
39. You have ever played Skip-It.
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.
41. You have gone through this nodding your head in agreement.
42. You remember Popples.
43. "Don't worry, be happy."
44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (sometimes you still do......getting yelled at the younger, hip members in your family).
46. "Miss Mary MACK MACK MACK, all dressed nin BLACK BLACK BLACK"
47. You remember boomboxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
49. You know what it meant to say "Care-Bare Stare"!!!
50. You remember watching "Rainbow Bright" and "My Little Ponies"
51. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
52. You remember Alf, the lil furry alien from Melmac.
53. You remember New Kids On The Block when they were so cool.....and you don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB."****
54. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell" the original class.
55. You know all the words to "Shot Through The Heart" by BON JOVI
56. You just sang those words to yourself.
57. You remember watching MAGIC vs. BIRD.
58. homemade Levi shorts........the shorter the better.
59. You remember when mullets were cool!
60. You had a mullet!
61. You still sing "We Are The World"
62. You tight-rolled your jeans.
63. You owned a banana clip*****.
64. You remember "Where's the beef?"
65. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' bout Willis?"
66. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
67. You're still singing Shot Through The Heart..........aren't you?
*is it sad that I just bought the newest addition of this game for my computer. I am so in love with it!
**when I was six, I was madly in love with him. I think this was during his Thriller stage, nose #2.
***I was always afraid to wear these, thinking they would just show off my underarms. I had horrible visions of the hypercolor only showing up under my arms and no where else.
****I was a HUGE New Kid's fan. My walls were plastered with the pictures. I had so many pictures up that I would only dress in the bathroom, because all of those eyes creeped me out when I was naked.
*****we used to wear them over our eyes and pretend to be Jordy(sp?) from Star Trex: The Next Generation. My mother was (and still is) a HUGE Trekkie. I'm talking conventions and everything.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I knew I should have studied
I failed my 1 hour glucose tolerance test. I knew I would, seeing how I failed it with my first kiddo. I hate, hate, HATE the 3 hour test. The lab I go to will not let you leave for any reason, so I have to sit there, bored to tears, for three frickin' hours...again.
I knew I should have skipped breakfast that morning, but when you're pregnant skipping a meal is like being told to cut off a finger. Well, for me anyway. If it ain't nailed down, it's going down my throat.
Well, here's to happy testing thoughts. I go in next week for the 3 hour torture.
In the meantime, would you really want to pull this pen out of your purse at the bank?
No, I didn't think so.
I knew I should have skipped breakfast that morning, but when you're pregnant skipping a meal is like being told to cut off a finger. Well, for me anyway. If it ain't nailed down, it's going down my throat.
Well, here's to happy testing thoughts. I go in next week for the 3 hour torture.
In the meantime, would you really want to pull this pen out of your purse at the bank?
No, I didn't think so.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Does it make me a bad parent if...
...I enjoy watching my daughter try to walk away holding the string that is tied to the desk leg (don't ask why it's tied there, I don't really know)? It's just too funny seeing her fall on her butt as soon as the slack runs out. Plus, she's holding onto this little eeyore toy for dear life, and every third fall or so it goes flying out of her hand. The sound she makes when this happens is almost enough to make me pee my pants.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Everybody dance now
all I can say is, I'm glad the mini-cam wasn't around when I was younger or my mom could have done this to me.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
A letter to baby bean
Dear Tenant,
I know we went into agreement that you would be living here for 9 months (give or take), but I'm am seriously having doubts. I am currently looking into the matter, but I somehow don't think you are within your renters rights with some of the shenanigans you have pulled.
Now, I have heard a rumor that the previous tenant left the place a little bigger than before. That doesn't mean your parties can be bigger and better. The walls of the place are only so thick and it's embarrassing trying to explain the shaking and rumbling seen be friends and family.
I have received several complaints from your neighbors about these wild parties going on at all times, day and night. Mr. Bladder said he would especially appreciate it if you let up on the body slamming, since you seem to share a common wall. Ms. Stomach (who resides on the opposite side) is in agreement. As for the lovely Kidney couple, their only complaint is the amount of processing they have had to do, due to your excessive use of liquids. I mean, you only weigh about a pound right now, how much water can you possibly need?
As for the amount of food you require, that is no problem, but what you are asking to be delivered is outrageous. I don't like pizza that much, yet you demand it almost nightly. And why can you only have a sandwich from Subway, when we have bread, lunchmeat, and cheese here at the house. And does the strawberry ice cream have to be the most expensive brand? My pocketbook would sure like it better if you could choke down the generic. I know, I know, the food was part of our original agreement, but seriously! I think it's time you looked for a job.
My husband (daddy) just looked the lease over, and wants me to remind you that there are only 16 weeks left. But, if you feel the need to move out sooner by a few weeks, it would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
Management (aka mommy)
I know we went into agreement that you would be living here for 9 months (give or take), but I'm am seriously having doubts. I am currently looking into the matter, but I somehow don't think you are within your renters rights with some of the shenanigans you have pulled.
Now, I have heard a rumor that the previous tenant left the place a little bigger than before. That doesn't mean your parties can be bigger and better. The walls of the place are only so thick and it's embarrassing trying to explain the shaking and rumbling seen be friends and family.
I have received several complaints from your neighbors about these wild parties going on at all times, day and night. Mr. Bladder said he would especially appreciate it if you let up on the body slamming, since you seem to share a common wall. Ms. Stomach (who resides on the opposite side) is in agreement. As for the lovely Kidney couple, their only complaint is the amount of processing they have had to do, due to your excessive use of liquids. I mean, you only weigh about a pound right now, how much water can you possibly need?
As for the amount of food you require, that is no problem, but what you are asking to be delivered is outrageous. I don't like pizza that much, yet you demand it almost nightly. And why can you only have a sandwich from Subway, when we have bread, lunchmeat, and cheese here at the house. And does the strawberry ice cream have to be the most expensive brand? My pocketbook would sure like it better if you could choke down the generic. I know, I know, the food was part of our original agreement, but seriously! I think it's time you looked for a job.
My husband (daddy) just looked the lease over, and wants me to remind you that there are only 16 weeks left. But, if you feel the need to move out sooner by a few weeks, it would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
Management (aka mommy)
Friday, February 18, 2005
mmmmkay
So, I've been thinking about that damn article for like three days now. That's a record set for amount of time a subject has spent in my head.
When I first read about over-achieving moms, I felt this twinge of guilt. Like, maybe I am a giant loser because I don't do and don't plan on doing any of that crap for my kids. I'll say it first, I am the laziest of moms I know. So far, I have lucked out because my daughter is very self-suffient. So much so that if you try to play with her, she gets pissed. I've been very happy with that.
Then, I got to thinking (this happened about three days ago...See the connection?) what if she's self-suffient because I made her that way? I mean I've pretty much let her do her thing since coming home from the hospital. She was (still is) a big sleeper. Fine with me. That meant I had more me time. I can never get enough me time. But, what if she had to adapt because of my laziness. Is this possible. I really don't think so, I think it's her personality. But still. Should I be planning play dates and gymboree class and swim lessons and future ballet classes and karate and...and...and?
When I stumbled upon the slacker mom article I felt liberated. Yes. Finally. I don't need excuses any longer as to why my house is a mess. As to why my baby is still in her jammies even though it's three in the afternoon. As to why I'm still in my jammies at three in the afternoon. And this is totally how I want it. I want my kids to be self-suffient. But, if this next one pops out demanding my attention and time 24/7 that's okay too. I'll give it to her.
Because that's the kind of mom I want to be. One who gives her kids what they want, and doesn't shove a million and one activities in their faces. If I'm unkept and wild looking, it will be because that's what I want, not because I don't have the time for me.
When I first read about over-achieving moms, I felt this twinge of guilt. Like, maybe I am a giant loser because I don't do and don't plan on doing any of that crap for my kids. I'll say it first, I am the laziest of moms I know. So far, I have lucked out because my daughter is very self-suffient. So much so that if you try to play with her, she gets pissed. I've been very happy with that.
Then, I got to thinking (this happened about three days ago...See the connection?) what if she's self-suffient because I made her that way? I mean I've pretty much let her do her thing since coming home from the hospital. She was (still is) a big sleeper. Fine with me. That meant I had more me time. I can never get enough me time. But, what if she had to adapt because of my laziness. Is this possible. I really don't think so, I think it's her personality. But still. Should I be planning play dates and gymboree class and swim lessons and future ballet classes and karate and...and...and?
When I stumbled upon the slacker mom article I felt liberated. Yes. Finally. I don't need excuses any longer as to why my house is a mess. As to why my baby is still in her jammies even though it's three in the afternoon. As to why I'm still in my jammies at three in the afternoon. And this is totally how I want it. I want my kids to be self-suffient. But, if this next one pops out demanding my attention and time 24/7 that's okay too. I'll give it to her.
Because that's the kind of mom I want to be. One who gives her kids what they want, and doesn't shove a million and one activities in their faces. If I'm unkept and wild looking, it will be because that's what I want, not because I don't have the time for me.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Age of the slacker mom
In light of the recently published, Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the age of Anxiety, which is featured in Newsweek, I offer this.
That is the type of parenting I'm all about, ladies and gentlemen. Call me selfish, call me a slacker. I don't give a damn. I just don't see how running yourself ragged for your kids benefits the family.
I think getupgrrl said it best.
That is the type of parenting I'm all about, ladies and gentlemen. Call me selfish, call me a slacker. I don't give a damn. I just don't see how running yourself ragged for your kids benefits the family.
I think getupgrrl said it best.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Oh those low-down, no-good baby blues
Reading Linda's post today got me thinking about my baby blues, and how I thought they would never end. My blues seemed to drag on and on. I think they only hung around for about 6 weeks, but it seemed forever at the time.
I tell all of my expecting friends that there is a difference in having and baby and having a baby. When you are pregnant, everything seems surreal. You have these wonderful fantasies about how life with baby will be. You just know that your husband will do half of the work, you will look beautiful and your baby will be perfect. Happily ever after, right?
Then the baby is born.
The first couple of days are great (if you happen to have a "normal" birth). There are nurses helping you 24/7 and meals are delivered to your bedside. Your husband is a rock, running about getting anything you desire. Everyone who stops in tells you how cute your child is (and you know they aren't just saying it, and they don't just say that to all the patients...wink, wink). Then your doctor breezes in, tells you that you all look great and you can go home!
Then you get home.
As soon as your mother goes home (if you are so lucky to have her help the first few days), all hell breaks loose. The house is a mess. You are a mess. The baby won't stop crying. Hubby went back to work. Your MIL stops by to tell you how everything you are doing is wrong. And trying to keep up on that damn feeding/urinating/defecating chart is like doing advanced trigonometry when you really, really suck at math. On the days you are brave enough to venture past your front yard, there is petrified spit-up on your blouse and your hair doesn't need holding gel with the amount of grease in it. Yet, when other women ask you how it is to be a mom, you grit your teeth and answer, "great! I'm loving every minute of it." Heaven forbid you actually tell the truth. They might take your parental rights away.
But, honestly, it is worth it. Looking back, I wouldn't change a single second. How does that saying go? That which doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. Amen, sister, amen.
I tell all of my expecting friends that there is a difference in having and baby and having a baby. When you are pregnant, everything seems surreal. You have these wonderful fantasies about how life with baby will be. You just know that your husband will do half of the work, you will look beautiful and your baby will be perfect. Happily ever after, right?
Then the baby is born.
The first couple of days are great (if you happen to have a "normal" birth). There are nurses helping you 24/7 and meals are delivered to your bedside. Your husband is a rock, running about getting anything you desire. Everyone who stops in tells you how cute your child is (and you know they aren't just saying it, and they don't just say that to all the patients...wink, wink). Then your doctor breezes in, tells you that you all look great and you can go home!
Then you get home.
As soon as your mother goes home (if you are so lucky to have her help the first few days), all hell breaks loose. The house is a mess. You are a mess. The baby won't stop crying. Hubby went back to work. Your MIL stops by to tell you how everything you are doing is wrong. And trying to keep up on that damn feeding/urinating/defecating chart is like doing advanced trigonometry when you really, really suck at math. On the days you are brave enough to venture past your front yard, there is petrified spit-up on your blouse and your hair doesn't need holding gel with the amount of grease in it. Yet, when other women ask you how it is to be a mom, you grit your teeth and answer, "great! I'm loving every minute of it." Heaven forbid you actually tell the truth. They might take your parental rights away.
But, honestly, it is worth it. Looking back, I wouldn't change a single second. How does that saying go? That which doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. Amen, sister, amen.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Sick again (or 'An Ode to Nyquil')
I have strep throat. How I got it, I don't know. I mean, I never leave my house. The only other person I have had face to face contact with besides S and my baby is the mailman. And that's always a quick "hello, hi, how are you?" But, maybe he is delivering more than just bills and junk mail. Maybe he takes secret pleasure in getting a lonely SAHM sick. Waah!
I look like Frankenstein, my glands are so swollen. My nose decided to stop working today, so I sound wonderful. Whine, whine, whine. I really hate being a grown up while sick. I just want my mommy. I want her to come take care of me.
When I was younger, she always made me a bowl of poached eggs and toast. All cut up. See, it doesn't taste the same unless you cut the toast and eggs up and mix them all together. It was the best. S has tried making it for me, but somehow it isn't the same. I think he lacks the "secret touch" a mother possesses. Possesses, hmm that was a fun word to type.
It really sucks now because all I'm allowed to take is the horse pill the doctor calls an antibiotic. I open my medicine cabinet and can hear the Nyquil calling out to me. Oh blessed Nyquil, how I miss you so. How I long for your warmth and licorice taste. How I long for the cozy night's sleep you always bring to me. It seems almost unfair that I have only gotten sick these last 18 months while I was/am pregnant. God knows I love Nyquil and this is my punishment for loving it so. I think that it's in the 10 commandments, something about not loving the alcohol-soaked medicine more than anything else. Sigh.
I look like Frankenstein, my glands are so swollen. My nose decided to stop working today, so I sound wonderful. Whine, whine, whine. I really hate being a grown up while sick. I just want my mommy. I want her to come take care of me.
When I was younger, she always made me a bowl of poached eggs and toast. All cut up. See, it doesn't taste the same unless you cut the toast and eggs up and mix them all together. It was the best. S has tried making it for me, but somehow it isn't the same. I think he lacks the "secret touch" a mother possesses. Possesses, hmm that was a fun word to type.
It really sucks now because all I'm allowed to take is the horse pill the doctor calls an antibiotic. I open my medicine cabinet and can hear the Nyquil calling out to me. Oh blessed Nyquil, how I miss you so. How I long for your warmth and licorice taste. How I long for the cozy night's sleep you always bring to me. It seems almost unfair that I have only gotten sick these last 18 months while I was/am pregnant. God knows I love Nyquil and this is my punishment for loving it so. I think that it's in the 10 commandments, something about not loving the alcohol-soaked medicine more than anything else. Sigh.
Monday, February 07, 2005
The Grudge
I have to tell you that movie scared the pee out of me. I watched it last night with a girlfriend and honestly thought I would die from fright. We had to pause it after the scary parts just so we could collect ourselves and tell eachother that we were okay.
Movies shouldn't make you have to do that.
Movies shouldn't make you have to do that.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Nesting much?
I've been wracking my brain for something to post about for almost a week. It's like all coherent thoughts have left my head. Lately, all I have been doing is cleaning. I think the nesting bug has bitten me. Hard.
It started out as a simple job, "let's clean under my bed." Well, that turned into, "let's rearrange the bedroom furniture." That, in turn, turned into, "let's clean the back porch, the garage, and pretty much everything else in the whole house."
It took me about three days. Now I am done. There is nothing left to clean. So, that means I've moved onto: Project Organize. Now there are piles of photographs all over my newly-cleaned bedroom carpet. Before that I tackled the linen closet and organized the towels by size, color, and texture. Somebody stop me.
S finds this stage of pregnancy amusing. Last pregnancy, it wasn't unusual for him to awaken at three in the morning and find my vacuuming or scrubbing toilets. You know, so that the john was clean for the baby we were bringing home.
I know this is only the beginning. I have four more months of Pregnancy to get through. So, I ask you: Is there a room in your house I can come clean. You know, because I really need my fix.
It started out as a simple job, "let's clean under my bed." Well, that turned into, "let's rearrange the bedroom furniture." That, in turn, turned into, "let's clean the back porch, the garage, and pretty much everything else in the whole house."
It took me about three days. Now I am done. There is nothing left to clean. So, that means I've moved onto: Project Organize. Now there are piles of photographs all over my newly-cleaned bedroom carpet. Before that I tackled the linen closet and organized the towels by size, color, and texture. Somebody stop me.
S finds this stage of pregnancy amusing. Last pregnancy, it wasn't unusual for him to awaken at three in the morning and find my vacuuming or scrubbing toilets. You know, so that the john was clean for the baby we were bringing home.
I know this is only the beginning. I have four more months of Pregnancy to get through. So, I ask you: Is there a room in your house I can come clean. You know, because I really need my fix.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Well...
to let you all know. IT'S A GIRL. They are "almost 100%" sure. S is already fearing all of the estrogen that will be flowing here at Casa de Austin. I reminded him that he will always have our male beta fish and guinea pig. Somehow, I don't think that made up for it. The due date is still the same: June 15th. As soon as I get near a scanner I will scan in the pictures. Though how those technicians know they are looking at a baby, I don't know.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Ouch
Ouch is right. This is the first mommy-induced booboo for my little pun'kin. That's right, it's all my fault.
Seems she was standing against our front screen door and I opened it, causing her to tumble forward onto the concrete. Luckily (HA!), her nose broke her fall. And broke my heart.
I think my ego was more damaged than her nose. Long after her tears dried up, I was still squeezing some out of my own. Oh, the shame. It also doesn't help that S thinks it's fun to tell everyone that I threw her on the ground, then stepped on her. Revenge will be mine.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Holy Crap, she's walking
Am I in trouble now!
Last night angel-baby took her first tentative steps by herself. While S and I were busy talking. Thankfully, she caught S's eye and he got to witness her first "grown-up" steps. Man, I always miss the big moments. Luckily, she performed her trick once more before calling it a night.
I will admit it now. I cried. A lot. Seems to be happening a lot lately. I feel as though I am in mourning over the growing up of my little girl. It started out as just whimsical melancholy, but has snowballed into pregnant-hormonal depression over how she will never fit in one arm again. How she will never cut that first tooth again. Never take her first steps again...agh, I'm welling up as I type.
I know this is the pregnancy talking. But, it is sad. Who knew how heartbreaking watching your children grow could be. In just a few (yeah like 14-15) years, she's going to be screaming about how I don't understand and how she will just DIE if I don't let her do what she wants. So, I will cherish these sweet, simple, cuddle days. And cry into my pillow.
Last night angel-baby took her first tentative steps by herself. While S and I were busy talking. Thankfully, she caught S's eye and he got to witness her first "grown-up" steps. Man, I always miss the big moments. Luckily, she performed her trick once more before calling it a night.
I will admit it now. I cried. A lot. Seems to be happening a lot lately. I feel as though I am in mourning over the growing up of my little girl. It started out as just whimsical melancholy, but has snowballed into pregnant-hormonal depression over how she will never fit in one arm again. How she will never cut that first tooth again. Never take her first steps again...agh, I'm welling up as I type.
I know this is the pregnancy talking. But, it is sad. Who knew how heartbreaking watching your children grow could be. In just a few (yeah like 14-15) years, she's going to be screaming about how I don't understand and how she will just DIE if I don't let her do what she wants. So, I will cherish these sweet, simple, cuddle days. And cry into my pillow.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Pictures
Picassa and Hello are not cooperating with me, so I'll have to show you pictures the "old-fashioned" way. You know, where I highlight a word and you, the loyal reader, have to click on it. Barbaric I know, but what can I do?
So, here is my happy little family. I've cropped it so you aren't blinded by the great whiteness that is my legs (believe me, if you knew how white they really are, you'd be profusely thanking me).
This is my lovely husband S and me. My father thought a picture of us holding the flotation ring would be funny. I only agreed because it hides flabby tummies so well.
And here is our pride and joy. Isn't she just so damn cute, that you could puke? Yeah, I thought so too.
So, here is my happy little family. I've cropped it so you aren't blinded by the great whiteness that is my legs (believe me, if you knew how white they really are, you'd be profusely thanking me).
This is my lovely husband S and me. My father thought a picture of us holding the flotation ring would be funny. I only agreed because it hides flabby tummies so well.
And here is our pride and joy. Isn't she just so damn cute, that you could puke? Yeah, I thought so too.
Monday, January 24, 2005
It's good to be back
Thanks to you for noticing I was AWOL. Yes, for part of the time we were in Hawaii, but the rest of my two week absence was due to the fact that S decided to spill water all over our driver for the computer. It didn't like that. So after much swearing and cursing, we are back online. Phew.
I have two weeks worth of blog reading to do and about 100 emails to respond to. I feel so popular. Though, I feel most of those are probably ads for viagra or something.
Hawaii was wonderful. Warm and sunny. And humid...ick! I felt like I was melting half the time. But, overall the trip was great. Except for my stupidity with the language. Seems I've been in California too long, when everywhere I went I hollered "Hola" at the people instead of "Aloha." Oops, hee hee. It made for some nice giggles. That and my sister wondering why we didn't need passports. Wow.
I promise to post some pics soon. Everything else is great. I am now 19.5 weeks along and the BIG u/s is February 2nd. Keep those fingers crossed that the babies legs won't be. Crossed that is.
I have two weeks worth of blog reading to do and about 100 emails to respond to. I feel so popular. Though, I feel most of those are probably ads for viagra or something.
Hawaii was wonderful. Warm and sunny. And humid...ick! I felt like I was melting half the time. But, overall the trip was great. Except for my stupidity with the language. Seems I've been in California too long, when everywhere I went I hollered "Hola" at the people instead of "Aloha." Oops, hee hee. It made for some nice giggles. That and my sister wondering why we didn't need passports. Wow.
I promise to post some pics soon. Everything else is great. I am now 19.5 weeks along and the BIG u/s is February 2nd. Keep those fingers crossed that the babies legs won't be. Crossed that is.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
This can't be good
You know you have a problem when you start thinking Anthony from the Wiggles is hot. It's an even bigger problem when you have dreams with him in them in which you are doing things only you and your husband should be doing.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Don't you need a license for parenthood?
So, I've been reading everyone's resolutions for the new year and I gotta say I am mightily impressed. I gave up on those a long, long time ago. I mean, who was I kidding? I knew by February that all of them would be broken. So, no resolutions for me. Makes life easier, you know?
The sun has finally come back to us here in Northern California. This cloudy, rainy crap was really wreaking havoc on my emotions. Even though I rarely venture past our front porch, just knowing if I did go into the "real" world I would get wet made me sad. Today, I know I can walk outside without fear of wet shoes and soggy hair. That is if I really wanted to walk somewhere (HA!)
I can't believe in about 6 months I am going to be the mother of two (2!!) children. Oh my. I certainly don't feel "grown-up" enough for that. Seriously, I still feel like I'm playing house somedays. S and I fight over the baby's toys (she got this really cool one for Christmas that he and I think is great. Greater than she seems to think). Can you imagine what we'll be like when the kids (agh, plural!) are older and want to play video games, but can't because I have to get to the next level before handing over the controller. My mind can't seem to wrap around that.
The sun has finally come back to us here in Northern California. This cloudy, rainy crap was really wreaking havoc on my emotions. Even though I rarely venture past our front porch, just knowing if I did go into the "real" world I would get wet made me sad. Today, I know I can walk outside without fear of wet shoes and soggy hair. That is if I really wanted to walk somewhere (HA!)
I can't believe in about 6 months I am going to be the mother of two (2!!) children. Oh my. I certainly don't feel "grown-up" enough for that. Seriously, I still feel like I'm playing house somedays. S and I fight over the baby's toys (she got this really cool one for Christmas that he and I think is great. Greater than she seems to think). Can you imagine what we'll be like when the kids (agh, plural!) are older and want to play video games, but can't because I have to get to the next level before handing over the controller. My mind can't seem to wrap around that.
Monday, January 03, 2005
We have tooth!
Finally, the little bugger decided to cut her first tooth. And get this...It's her top tooth. Leave it to my child to be abnormal and cut her teeth backwards.
It was great. I didn't even know she was teething. I had been diligently checking her bottom gums every day, searching for signs that there were indeed teeth under them, never thinking to check her top gums. Then, a few nights ago I was tickling her and noticed something poking out up there in gumland. Holy crap, I thought and called S over to investigate (S is now code for husband, I was sick of typing new words for husband and he still won't let me use his name...sheesh).
As for those pictures of terror I promised, well that's a sore subject here. S decided that the only way to get rid of that nasty virus on the computer was to wipe out the hard drive and start all over. Meaning, he deleted all of our Christmas pictures. Son of a... Needless to say I was upset, he was upset, the dog and baby were upset. That will teach me not to backup onto a disk...DOH!
It was great. I didn't even know she was teething. I had been diligently checking her bottom gums every day, searching for signs that there were indeed teeth under them, never thinking to check her top gums. Then, a few nights ago I was tickling her and noticed something poking out up there in gumland. Holy crap, I thought and called S over to investigate (S is now code for husband, I was sick of typing new words for husband and he still won't let me use his name...sheesh).
As for those pictures of terror I promised, well that's a sore subject here. S decided that the only way to get rid of that nasty virus on the computer was to wipe out the hard drive and start all over. Meaning, he deleted all of our Christmas pictures. Son of a... Needless to say I was upset, he was upset, the dog and baby were upset. That will teach me not to backup onto a disk...DOH!
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