Guess who benefited from daycare finding Spencer's old video game player three months after we replaced it, thinking we were the ones who lost it?
Showing posts with label Spencer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spencer. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
(almost) wordless Wednesday
Guess who benefited from daycare finding Spencer's old video game player three months after we replaced it, thinking we were the ones who lost it?
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday
Sunday before dawn appears to be the perfect time to churn out a couple of those blog posts that I've been meaning to write but haven't had the time or drive to do so. Sunday, before dawn, while listening to the monsoon outside that I didn't realize we were going to get while I watched coverage on our Eastern neighbors' friendly hurricane.
Hurricanes don't mean much to me. I know I should be better prepared. We always have water on hand, and there's a bunch of propane in the garage and camping supplies in the attic if we were to need alternative cooking sources, and a ridiculous amount of food in the deep freezer. There hasn't been a major threat to the Tampa Bay area since we bought our house, so there's been no need for plywood or duct taped windows or any of that nonsense. The last major threat was the year of Charley, when Frances and Ivan rolled through in 2004. My apartment was without power for a couple days, but that was really the extent. The last hurricane I remember being affect by was Elena in '85. My mom and I lived in a mobile home so we had to evacuate, and I remember sitting in this old woman's condo (I think it belonged to a friend of my Gram) staring out her sliding glass doors watching the rain. I don't think it actually hit the area; I was five, so it was memorable to me.
But anyhow. I hope that my friends up north are all safe. I've been watching facebook statuses, so as of midnight or so everyone was good.
Here. S has been weirdly sick for the last several days. Have I mentioned his insomnia? He has been waking up all night, wandering around the house and not sleeping since Wednesday night. The lack of sleep has made him generally crabby, but there was a culmination Friday when he quite literally didn't stop crying all day. As one who is passed the toddler stage into the kid stage, all-day crying is not exactly the norm. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't play, he just napped a little and cried and ASKED ME TO TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR. This child has been petrified of the doctor since he was two. Wanting to see the doctor is not normal. Crying all day is not normal.
So Henry was already due for his one-year appointment so we got Spencer in at the same time. They ran all the tests and even pricked his finger to run the viral tests with no luck. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had a bellyache, light and sound sensitivity, difficulty sleeping for longer than an hour, malaise, no appetite and extreme restlessness. On the way home from the doctor I got him to drink an orange freeze from Steak n Shake, and things seemed a little better ... and then they weren't. Friday night he slept with me in my bed and he was so restless that Hubby slept on the couch. Saturday morning was a lot of the same. By this time I he hadn't eaten or drank anything since that milkshake, and not much prior to it. We forced him to eat breakfast because I was worried about a) dehydration and b) that some of his tummyache was related to hunger.
I was seriously worried about this sickness. S has NEVER been slowed down by being sick, even a couple double ear infections as a child, and he's never had a major sickness. He was complaining so much about his stomach I was worried it was his gall bladder or appendix or something down there that he needed to see the hospital about. But eating seemed to help a little, and I forced him to take a shower because that always helped me when I wasn't feeling good. I had to dump a crying child into the water and leave him there because he refused, but it really did turn around his mood, and he even played in the bath with Henry for a little bit afterward.
He said he was feeling well enough and wanted to go to the pool party we planned on attending, so I thought he was getting better and we went ahead and went. About 1.5 hours in, he was feeling the same again so we toughed it out for a little bit and then headed home. I picked up some children's Pepto and chewable laxatives, and we tried that out.
Success with the laxative! (I know, gross, but yay!) He napped a bit the rest of Saturday, but by dinnertime he was feeling well enough to ask for pepperoni pizza (I had no idea he liked pepperoni) so we had a small one delivered and he ate half a piece. Indulgences you will cave to for the health of your child. He played a little with H, fell asleep like normal, and I think he only woke up 4 times and was fairly easy to get back to sleep in his own bed, so I'm (crossing my fingers) hopeful that we are on an upturn.
I'm making french toast this morning with the hopes that drowning something in syrup will get him excited to eat again. Otherwise I'm going to need more wine for adult cherry milkshakes.
Hurricanes don't mean much to me. I know I should be better prepared. We always have water on hand, and there's a bunch of propane in the garage and camping supplies in the attic if we were to need alternative cooking sources, and a ridiculous amount of food in the deep freezer. There hasn't been a major threat to the Tampa Bay area since we bought our house, so there's been no need for plywood or duct taped windows or any of that nonsense. The last major threat was the year of Charley, when Frances and Ivan rolled through in 2004. My apartment was without power for a couple days, but that was really the extent. The last hurricane I remember being affect by was Elena in '85. My mom and I lived in a mobile home so we had to evacuate, and I remember sitting in this old woman's condo (I think it belonged to a friend of my Gram) staring out her sliding glass doors watching the rain. I don't think it actually hit the area; I was five, so it was memorable to me.
But anyhow. I hope that my friends up north are all safe. I've been watching facebook statuses, so as of midnight or so everyone was good.
Here. S has been weirdly sick for the last several days. Have I mentioned his insomnia? He has been waking up all night, wandering around the house and not sleeping since Wednesday night. The lack of sleep has made him generally crabby, but there was a culmination Friday when he quite literally didn't stop crying all day. As one who is passed the toddler stage into the kid stage, all-day crying is not exactly the norm. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't play, he just napped a little and cried and ASKED ME TO TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR. This child has been petrified of the doctor since he was two. Wanting to see the doctor is not normal. Crying all day is not normal.
So Henry was already due for his one-year appointment so we got Spencer in at the same time. They ran all the tests and even pricked his finger to run the viral tests with no luck. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had a bellyache, light and sound sensitivity, difficulty sleeping for longer than an hour, malaise, no appetite and extreme restlessness. On the way home from the doctor I got him to drink an orange freeze from Steak n Shake, and things seemed a little better ... and then they weren't. Friday night he slept with me in my bed and he was so restless that Hubby slept on the couch. Saturday morning was a lot of the same. By this time I he hadn't eaten or drank anything since that milkshake, and not much prior to it. We forced him to eat breakfast because I was worried about a) dehydration and b) that some of his tummyache was related to hunger.
I was seriously worried about this sickness. S has NEVER been slowed down by being sick, even a couple double ear infections as a child, and he's never had a major sickness. He was complaining so much about his stomach I was worried it was his gall bladder or appendix or something down there that he needed to see the hospital about. But eating seemed to help a little, and I forced him to take a shower because that always helped me when I wasn't feeling good. I had to dump a crying child into the water and leave him there because he refused, but it really did turn around his mood, and he even played in the bath with Henry for a little bit afterward.
He said he was feeling well enough and wanted to go to the pool party we planned on attending, so I thought he was getting better and we went ahead and went. About 1.5 hours in, he was feeling the same again so we toughed it out for a little bit and then headed home. I picked up some children's Pepto and chewable laxatives, and we tried that out.
Success with the laxative! (I know, gross, but yay!) He napped a bit the rest of Saturday, but by dinnertime he was feeling well enough to ask for pepperoni pizza (I had no idea he liked pepperoni) so we had a small one delivered and he ate half a piece. Indulgences you will cave to for the health of your child. He played a little with H, fell asleep like normal, and I think he only woke up 4 times and was fairly easy to get back to sleep in his own bed, so I'm (crossing my fingers) hopeful that we are on an upturn.
I'm making french toast this morning with the hopes that drowning something in syrup will get him excited to eat again. Otherwise I'm going to need more wine for adult cherry milkshakes.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Bits and pieces - too tired for confessions.
I started out to do a wine and love Thursday, but this has been a little bit the week from hell, so all I got down was that I love book club. God, I love book club. Here's what I had to say:
This week I’m loving:
- Book club. I’m so glad that I took the initiative and started a book club. We’ve been going for a few months now, have read some great books (I haven’t been a fan of all of them, but that’s the point sometimes, right? Every book has had its fans in the group). It’s nice to get out of the house once a month and hang out with a different set of people than I normally would, have good food and good drinks and good conversation. Because of the diversity of the group it’s made it necessary to go out rather than rotate houses, and we’ve been making the rounds at local dining and drinking establishments. I don’t know if we’re going to ultimately decide on a restaurant to keep holding meetings at or if we’ll keep changing it up, but I’m flexible! I’m just up for the fun!
In other news:
The germiness of earlier in the week has escalated to the summer cold from hell (times two and possibly soon to be times four). The kids have been up coughing for hours at night, low grade fevers, congestion, all-day whinefests ...
...and Wednesday night we elevated one side of Henry's crib to alleviate the congestion, and he fell out of his crib. The time was 12:44am. It was the scariest moment for me in his life. Somehow, he managed to fall from the crib, clear the humidifier and land on his hardwood floor with nary a scratch, bruise or anything. I watched him for two hours scared his brain was going to start swelling and he was going to stop breathing. He: is fine. Me? Still not so much.
...and Spencer's fever spiked a bit Thursday, so he gets to visit the doctor bright and early today.
...and Henry's now been up since 4:30am, too tired to do anything but whine but unwilling to sleep. Here's to hoping the doctor will sneak a look at him this morning too.
...and Hubby is coming down with it, and I have a scratchy throat and a sore ear. I've washed all sheets, kid pillows, and sprayed down all toys with disinfectant. Please God let this run its course soon. I'm beat.
...and I'm exhausted. That's all I've got, folks.
- Book club. I’m so glad that I took the initiative and started a book club. We’ve been going for a few months now, have read some great books (I haven’t been a fan of all of them, but that’s the point sometimes, right? Every book has had its fans in the group). It’s nice to get out of the house once a month and hang out with a different set of people than I normally would, have good food and good drinks and good conversation. Because of the diversity of the group it’s made it necessary to go out rather than rotate houses, and we’ve been making the rounds at local dining and drinking establishments. I don’t know if we’re going to ultimately decide on a restaurant to keep holding meetings at or if we’ll keep changing it up, but I’m flexible! I’m just up for the fun!
In other news:
The germiness of earlier in the week has escalated to the summer cold from hell (times two and possibly soon to be times four). The kids have been up coughing for hours at night, low grade fevers, congestion, all-day whinefests ...
...and Wednesday night we elevated one side of Henry's crib to alleviate the congestion, and he fell out of his crib. The time was 12:44am. It was the scariest moment for me in his life. Somehow, he managed to fall from the crib, clear the humidifier and land on his hardwood floor with nary a scratch, bruise or anything. I watched him for two hours scared his brain was going to start swelling and he was going to stop breathing. He: is fine. Me? Still not so much.
...and Spencer's fever spiked a bit Thursday, so he gets to visit the doctor bright and early today.
...and Henry's now been up since 4:30am, too tired to do anything but whine but unwilling to sleep. Here's to hoping the doctor will sneak a look at him this morning too.
...and Hubby is coming down with it, and I have a scratchy throat and a sore ear. I've washed all sheets, kid pillows, and sprayed down all toys with disinfectant. Please God let this run its course soon. I'm beat.
...and I'm exhausted. That's all I've got, folks.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
A night
Orion was dropped off at half past five.
It started raining about about half past six, and we had to be inside. It rained pretty much all Saturday night and Sunday morning. After the little bit when he first got here, we weren't able to go back outside.
It's amazing how tired screeching toddlers makes you. By half past seven in the evening, I needed coffee. As in, Hubby actually had to make me coffee. I was afraid I wasn't going to make it.
Henry loved following the big boys around. I don't think he was appreciated, since O doesn't have any siblings.
Thankfully, O is a bit of a movie watcher, so we went through the Toy Story box set, and the kids laid down to watch movies while I caught by breath and widened my eyes a little.
I don't know how, but I got those two children to go to sleep at 9:30pm. I was asleep before 10. It's a good thing, because I wouldn't have lasted even with that mug of coffee.
Henry woke up at 5:30am (way early for him), Spencer at 7:30 (late for him), and Orion at 8:45. There was more Toy Story and some fort building. And there were squash waffles. and ham and cheese sandwiches. And grapes.
And when he went home at noon, we all waved goodbye, dropped in exhaustion and agreed that we are very satisfied with two children. Nice for more to visit, and even nicer for them to go home.
It started raining about about half past six, and we had to be inside. It rained pretty much all Saturday night and Sunday morning. After the little bit when he first got here, we weren't able to go back outside.
It's amazing how tired screeching toddlers makes you. By half past seven in the evening, I needed coffee. As in, Hubby actually had to make me coffee. I was afraid I wasn't going to make it.
Henry loved following the big boys around. I don't think he was appreciated, since O doesn't have any siblings.Thankfully, O is a bit of a movie watcher, so we went through the Toy Story box set, and the kids laid down to watch movies while I caught by breath and widened my eyes a little.
I don't know how, but I got those two children to go to sleep at 9:30pm. I was asleep before 10. It's a good thing, because I wouldn't have lasted even with that mug of coffee.
Henry woke up at 5:30am (way early for him), Spencer at 7:30 (late for him), and Orion at 8:45. There was more Toy Story and some fort building. And there were squash waffles. and ham and cheese sandwiches. And grapes.
And when he went home at noon, we all waved goodbye, dropped in exhaustion and agreed that we are very satisfied with two children. Nice for more to visit, and even nicer for them to go home.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The dreaded bed
Well, Saturday night the ‘sleep on the top bunk’ went just peachy. Evidently there was a nightmare around 12am that I slept through (have I mentioned that I'm dead as a log and all those mixed metaphors when I sleep?) but otherwise S slept awesome in his new top bunk. And he didn't want to sleep on the bottom because "that's Henry's bed", even though Henry won't be able to sleep in said bed for at least a year.
Last night he went to bed on the top bunk pretty well too. I was out on my evening run, but he was asleep when I got back, and Hubby said that he went to bed fairly easily and only got up to take his 5-minutes-after-he-gets-in-bed potty break. But then I went in to check on him before I went to bed and he was asleep on the bottom bunk! I thought that maybe he was just too tired to climb back up, but then I had this conversation with him Monday morning:
Me: So why did you sleep on the bottom bunk last night?
S: Because the top bunk is scary (he said this in Caillou's cadence, and I knew exactly what happened.)
M: But don't you like the top bunk? That's your big bed, and you're a big boy!
S: Yeah, I'm a big boy but I'll sleep on the bottom with Henry.
When we decided to get bunks, I told my husband this: I hope Spencer likes them and isn't scared, because Caillou was scared of the bunk beds and ended up sleeping on the bottom bed with Rosie (yes, I've seen too much of that dern show)
And whadaya know.
We installed a light up on the top so he can read in bed without disturbing Henry, and we tried again on Monday, and he slept fine up there Monday and Tuesday night. Honestly, I don't care if he sleeps on the bottom for now, but I don't want him to be scared. I want him to relish having his own space in a room that is very cramped while we wait out the time spent with a bed/crib both in the room. This morning when I was leaving for work he went “to go look at his bed” so obviously he likes it.
Stupid Caillou. I hate that animated child.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Another day, another dollar
I'm running on a string of fantastic weekends, even though nothing serious has been done during them. It's been great. Every weekend has felt like a mini vacation.
One thing I have not been doing is watching the basketball finals. Am I the only one who hates basketball? I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who hates it as much as I do. And I do. I'm sorry if you like it, but the only thing I can stomach watching is a) Gators games b) celebrity games (they suck, and it's funny). It seems like basketball is ALWAYS ON and I think that I've realized that it's just because the NBA games do not follow the same season as the college games, so I always expect that when college is over, it's over, and that's not the case.
Speaking of sports, my son (the elder) was wearing his skates and hit bike helmet and kept falling on purpose. I'm pretty sure he's going to be a hockey player with all the dives he's taking. Dives ... maybe with the Capitals?
And Henry is still teething. I feel like a broken record (and a giant cliche) but it just seems never ending. We need to get stock in Infant's Advil and saline and those little nasal suction balls. I can see one of those top teeth coming through but it hasn't quite popped through yet. He's so happy ... except when he's not.
Anyhow, the hubby's cousin came over Friday night, who is one of my favorite people. And she got Spencer to eat squash (but not okra) so she might be a saint. There was a lot of wine, and a pork tenderloin and summer squash grilled outside and Hubby made okra and rotel (which was surprisingly good ... I usually only eat okra fried), and good conversation and a lovely evening in.
Saturday I tried to run but only got through 1.4 miles before I had to stop. The wine? The bruised toe? The morning? Who knows why. We finished replanting and mulching the front flowerbeds ... another resolution checked off! (Now to keep them alive) We also dogsat for a friend's chocolate lab while he was away for the overnight. It was a nice break from reality to have a dog again, albeit a well-behaved, doesn't-run-away-when-she-gets-out dog. Fun, but still a reminder that we do enjoy no longer having the added responsibility of animals. Holly played well with both the kids, and splashed around in the kiddie pool with Spencer on Sunday morning.
Sunday we spent all day out in the backyard, doing nothing. Spending a lot of time in the kiddie pool (all of us). I read a book, we had all our meals outside, and I ran 3.6 miles Sunday night in 39.50 minutes. It was the absolute end of my abilities - I ran the entire way except for about 10 seconds at miles 2.15. I run so much better at night than in the morning. I'm really not sure why that is, but I wish that every timed run was at night.
AND I came up with my favorite song. Which really is, one of my very favorite songs:
Five more days and I can do it all again!
One thing I have not been doing is watching the basketball finals. Am I the only one who hates basketball? I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who hates it as much as I do. And I do. I'm sorry if you like it, but the only thing I can stomach watching is a) Gators games b) celebrity games (they suck, and it's funny). It seems like basketball is ALWAYS ON and I think that I've realized that it's just because the NBA games do not follow the same season as the college games, so I always expect that when college is over, it's over, and that's not the case.
Speaking of sports, my son (the elder) was wearing his skates and hit bike helmet and kept falling on purpose. I'm pretty sure he's going to be a hockey player with all the dives he's taking. Dives ... maybe with the Capitals?
And Henry is still teething. I feel like a broken record (and a giant cliche) but it just seems never ending. We need to get stock in Infant's Advil and saline and those little nasal suction balls. I can see one of those top teeth coming through but it hasn't quite popped through yet. He's so happy ... except when he's not.
Anyhow, the hubby's cousin came over Friday night, who is one of my favorite people. And she got Spencer to eat squash (but not okra) so she might be a saint. There was a lot of wine, and a pork tenderloin and summer squash grilled outside and Hubby made okra and rotel (which was surprisingly good ... I usually only eat okra fried), and good conversation and a lovely evening in.
Saturday I tried to run but only got through 1.4 miles before I had to stop. The wine? The bruised toe? The morning? Who knows why. We finished replanting and mulching the front flowerbeds ... another resolution checked off! (Now to keep them alive) We also dogsat for a friend's chocolate lab while he was away for the overnight. It was a nice break from reality to have a dog again, albeit a well-behaved, doesn't-run-away-when-she-gets-out dog. Fun, but still a reminder that we do enjoy no longer having the added responsibility of animals. Holly played well with both the kids, and splashed around in the kiddie pool with Spencer on Sunday morning.
Sunday we spent all day out in the backyard, doing nothing. Spending a lot of time in the kiddie pool (all of us). I read a book, we had all our meals outside, and I ran 3.6 miles Sunday night in 39.50 minutes. It was the absolute end of my abilities - I ran the entire way except for about 10 seconds at miles 2.15. I run so much better at night than in the morning. I'm really not sure why that is, but I wish that every timed run was at night.
AND I came up with my favorite song. Which really is, one of my very favorite songs:
Five more days and I can do it all again!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Ten on Tuesday and about my weekend
I could be telling you about my fantastic weekend. Which really was fantastic – I daresay it matches or improves on LAST weekend, which also rather rocked. There was pool parties where Spencer decided to SWIM! With no PELICAN! With no attachment to ME! Like, I got out of the pool and he got back in because there were other people he wanted to play with. And he doggie paddled with his floogles all over the deep end. It was amazing. Truly, amazing.
I could be telling you about having my dear friend Autumn (who moved back down from NYC, Hallelujah!) over Sunday night and another friend Joy and her kids, and the fun that was. Gluten-free, casein-free was a success except for rice krispie treats which were made with real butter. But there was excellent wine (for us, not the kids, of COURSE) and fun conversation and the kids were on excellent behavior.
I could be telling you about how my mom spent the night Sunday night, and Monday I went to boot camp early in the morning which kicked my butt, and had Winghouse to use up any available calories for this weekend, and then did heavy yard work for four hours in the heat of the day. And the front yard is starting to look AWESOME except the one main flowerbed which neither I nor my husband have any interest in tackling. (We will though.) And the backyard is DONE except for painting the pergola. DONE. I should put honey-dos on my resolution list more often.
I could also tell you that I can barely move today because of boot camp and 4 hours of yardwork. Every muscle in my legs hurts. Arms, sore. Back muscles, sore. Butt, yep. Abs, yep. I shant be running today, I can tell you that. Cardiotrainer said that I burned about 1600 calories in my exploits yesterday. I’m sure Winghouse was about that, but oh, how good it was.
ANYHOW! Instead of telling you about my grand weekend (ha!), I’m going to answer some TOT questions. For more TOT, see Chelsea.
1. From your childhood, what do you miss most about summer vacation? I miss sleeping in (which I never do anyhow), watching movies over and over, and riding my bike to the next town to visit my friends. Mostly I miss HAVING a summer vacation. Just not enough to be a teacher.
2. Are you going anywhere on vacation this summer? I’m going to Delaware in August for four days. And my MIL is thinking about getting a beachfront condo so we might go to the beach for an extended weekend. I’m married to my cubicle, so I don’t go many places except the occasional day plane trip within the state for work.
3. What foods do you like to barbeque? I love to grill because it means less dishes. I’m on a zucchini kick (tossed with a little olive oil and sprinkled with Greek seasoning), and chicken, steak, shrimp, veggies, pizza … if it’s big enough not to fall through the cracks, it’s good to grill.
4. How do you celebrate the fourth of July? Nothing much. I’m not a big fan of fireworks, so it’s just whatever, really. This year we may have a party since we have the deck. I haven’t decided yet.
6. What movie are you looking forward to seeing this summer? There are movies coming out this summer? X-Men looks good, and otherwise I might try to catch up on all the past movies I haven’t seen yet. There are a lot of them. Oh! And Harry Potter! That comes out this summer, right?
7. In the car: Windows or AC? If I have any sleeves at all, AC. If in a tank top and won’t be at too many stop lights, I’ll put the windows down.
8. Have you ever had a summer fling? Hmm. No.
9. Do you wear sunscreen? no, I usually don’t. I’m fastidious about getting the kids, but I’m so used to not changing color that I don’t ever worry about it. Due to the influx of tank tops and shorts I’ve been wearing, I’m starting to get a pretty dark base tan and it’s probably time to start slathering it on.
10. Do you have any favorite summertime activities? Playing in the sprinklers, enjoying a finished yard (one day, I swear), spending time outside in the shade with a big glass of water and a book, and swimming at my in-laws’ house. I would say swimming at my house, but there’s only the kiddie pool. This year maybe I can get in good with the other neighbor so I can borrow his pool when he’s not around.
And now, if you’ve stuck with it this long, I commend you. I hope your weekend was fabulous!
I could be telling you about having my dear friend Autumn (who moved back down from NYC, Hallelujah!) over Sunday night and another friend Joy and her kids, and the fun that was. Gluten-free, casein-free was a success except for rice krispie treats which were made with real butter. But there was excellent wine (for us, not the kids, of COURSE) and fun conversation and the kids were on excellent behavior.
I could be telling you about how my mom spent the night Sunday night, and Monday I went to boot camp early in the morning which kicked my butt, and had Winghouse to use up any available calories for this weekend, and then did heavy yard work for four hours in the heat of the day. And the front yard is starting to look AWESOME except the one main flowerbed which neither I nor my husband have any interest in tackling. (We will though.) And the backyard is DONE except for painting the pergola. DONE. I should put honey-dos on my resolution list more often.
I could also tell you that I can barely move today because of boot camp and 4 hours of yardwork. Every muscle in my legs hurts. Arms, sore. Back muscles, sore. Butt, yep. Abs, yep. I shant be running today, I can tell you that. Cardiotrainer said that I burned about 1600 calories in my exploits yesterday. I’m sure Winghouse was about that, but oh, how good it was.
ANYHOW! Instead of telling you about my grand weekend (ha!), I’m going to answer some TOT questions. For more TOT, see Chelsea.
1. From your childhood, what do you miss most about summer vacation? I miss sleeping in (which I never do anyhow), watching movies over and over, and riding my bike to the next town to visit my friends. Mostly I miss HAVING a summer vacation. Just not enough to be a teacher.
2. Are you going anywhere on vacation this summer? I’m going to Delaware in August for four days. And my MIL is thinking about getting a beachfront condo so we might go to the beach for an extended weekend. I’m married to my cubicle, so I don’t go many places except the occasional day plane trip within the state for work.
3. What foods do you like to barbeque? I love to grill because it means less dishes. I’m on a zucchini kick (tossed with a little olive oil and sprinkled with Greek seasoning), and chicken, steak, shrimp, veggies, pizza … if it’s big enough not to fall through the cracks, it’s good to grill.
4. How do you celebrate the fourth of July? Nothing much. I’m not a big fan of fireworks, so it’s just whatever, really. This year we may have a party since we have the deck. I haven’t decided yet.
5. What’s your favorite beverage to drink in the summertime? Water, the occasional sweet tea, and new to the scene is this beer which I had on Saturday and fell in love with: Leinenkugel Summer Shandy.
Light, summery, and slightly too easy to drink.
6. What movie are you looking forward to seeing this summer? There are movies coming out this summer? X-Men looks good, and otherwise I might try to catch up on all the past movies I haven’t seen yet. There are a lot of them. Oh! And Harry Potter! That comes out this summer, right?
7. In the car: Windows or AC? If I have any sleeves at all, AC. If in a tank top and won’t be at too many stop lights, I’ll put the windows down.
8. Have you ever had a summer fling? Hmm. No.
9. Do you wear sunscreen?
10. Do you have any favorite summertime activities? Playing in the sprinklers, enjoying a finished yard (one day, I swear), spending time outside in the shade with a big glass of water and a book, and swimming at my in-laws’ house. I would say swimming at my house, but there’s only the kiddie pool. This year maybe I can get in good with the other neighbor so I can borrow his pool when he’s not around.
And now, if you’ve stuck with it this long, I commend you. I hope your weekend was fabulous!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Progress
I feel like the deck is my third child lately, and all I want to do is blog about it. That is, when I'm not admiring it, and taking pictures of it, and dressing it up with pretty new furniture and flowers.
We're still waiting on the railings which will probably be ordered sometime this week and installed some time next week. We're waiting until the boards weather before we paint the pergola so we can color match. The bottom boards will probably be painted the same color at the same time, if I can persuade The Hubby that a clearcoat and raw wood look is not an option when the rest of the deck is finished.
I Planted some herbs that I will undoubtedly kill.
Marigolds everywhere, because I read somewhere that they repel mosquitos.
This would be a better picture without the potting soil bag in the background.
Conversation nook in the corner.
Spencer's flowers (sunflowers)
Lazing on the chaise with a good book (hey, it's not bad!)
Enjoying our first dinner out on the deck - The Boy Who Does Not Eat Dinner ate half my pork chop and three helpings of rice and beans. It was actually chilly tonight, so we zipped up and enjoyed it anyhow!
We're still waiting on the railings which will probably be ordered sometime this week and installed some time next week. We're waiting until the boards weather before we paint the pergola so we can color match. The bottom boards will probably be painted the same color at the same time, if I can persuade The Hubby that a clearcoat and raw wood look is not an option when the rest of the deck is finished.
I Planted some herbs that I will undoubtedly kill.
Marigolds everywhere, because I read somewhere that they repel mosquitos.
This would be a better picture without the potting soil bag in the background.
Conversation nook in the corner.
Spencer's flowers (sunflowers)
Lazing on the chaise with a good book (hey, it's not bad!)
Enjoying our first dinner out on the deck - The Boy Who Does Not Eat Dinner ate half my pork chop and three helpings of rice and beans. It was actually chilly tonight, so we zipped up and enjoyed it anyhow!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Ok, so I have a disturbing addiction.
It's Sunday night. I've caught up on DVR and could be watching Grey's or reading or really anything else, but instead I turned on the remake of the Parent Trap. You know, the one with Lindsay Lohan before she became a skank. How sick is that?
I know.
I also could retire to the bedroom to read a bit before sleeping, but Hubby is in there watching the hockey game and I really can't stand watching sports when they really mean anything ... he gets so worked up. He's yelling at the screen. Earlier I think there was a replay to decide if the puck was in or not, and I heard "It's in, yep, it's in. I said, it's in. I'm going to go ahead and clap now" and did that horrible slow clap. It's irritating and hilarious all in one.
Weekend: great. Well, a mixed bag really, but it turned out decent. Spencer woke up with a wretched barking cough and wheezing trouble breathing and ugh, it was horrible. I tend NOT to overreact with such things, but with an upcoming familial surgery and my mom's stuff and Henry's mood swings I was worried that ... well, I was just worried. I packed him up at 5am and dragged him to the Afterhours clinic only to find out that After Hours does not mean any hour, and they didn't open until 1pm. Back home we went and hit Walgreen's walk-in at 9:30 to find out that all his facilities were in order and if it was anything, it's too early to tell.
By then he said he was feeling fine, so we moved on with our day - finger painting, sprinklers, a NAP (that's what happens when he wakes up at 4:30am), a run (BTW, it's far too hot to run these days) and the realization that I've almost hit my one-year goal weight in four months. Once I technically hit it (my scale kept going up and down, but I think it's final decision was 2 lbs more to go), I'm going to set another 10lbs at a time until I get down to a happy weight. But I'm in the 150s now; I haven't been in the 150s since high school! I've never been a skinny minnie and I'm finally okay with that, but I do hope for healthy and strong and comfortable with myself.
Sunday was BOGO brunch at Ruby Tuesdays (they have this California breakfast quesadilla which is fantastic), $5 days at Mosi, 7-11 Icees and a fantastic salad for dinner (lettuce, mushrooms, tomatoes, carrots, whole wheat pasta, goat cheese and shrimp that was sauteed with a touch of bacon and brown sugar). Spencer fell asleep after MOSI and slept straight through the night from about 5pm on. Henry CUT HIS FIRST TOOTH and was a pill all night. Really, all weekend, but we finally were able to have something to show for it. A tooth! Excellent! But hopefully now maybe I'll be able to get him to do some sleeping.
Please Lord, let him sleep.
I know.
I also could retire to the bedroom to read a bit before sleeping, but Hubby is in there watching the hockey game and I really can't stand watching sports when they really mean anything ... he gets so worked up. He's yelling at the screen. Earlier I think there was a replay to decide if the puck was in or not, and I heard "It's in, yep, it's in. I said, it's in. I'm going to go ahead and clap now" and did that horrible slow clap. It's irritating and hilarious all in one.
Weekend: great. Well, a mixed bag really, but it turned out decent. Spencer woke up with a wretched barking cough and wheezing trouble breathing and ugh, it was horrible. I tend NOT to overreact with such things, but with an upcoming familial surgery and my mom's stuff and Henry's mood swings I was worried that ... well, I was just worried. I packed him up at 5am and dragged him to the Afterhours clinic only to find out that After Hours does not mean any hour, and they didn't open until 1pm. Back home we went and hit Walgreen's walk-in at 9:30 to find out that all his facilities were in order and if it was anything, it's too early to tell.
By then he said he was feeling fine, so we moved on with our day - finger painting, sprinklers, a NAP (that's what happens when he wakes up at 4:30am), a run (BTW, it's far too hot to run these days) and the realization that I've almost hit my one-year goal weight in four months. Once I technically hit it (my scale kept going up and down, but I think it's final decision was 2 lbs more to go), I'm going to set another 10lbs at a time until I get down to a happy weight. But I'm in the 150s now; I haven't been in the 150s since high school! I've never been a skinny minnie and I'm finally okay with that, but I do hope for healthy and strong and comfortable with myself.
Sunday was BOGO brunch at Ruby Tuesdays (they have this California breakfast quesadilla which is fantastic), $5 days at Mosi, 7-11 Icees and a fantastic salad for dinner (lettuce, mushrooms, tomatoes, carrots, whole wheat pasta, goat cheese and shrimp that was sauteed with a touch of bacon and brown sugar). Spencer fell asleep after MOSI and slept straight through the night from about 5pm on. Henry CUT HIS FIRST TOOTH and was a pill all night. Really, all weekend, but we finally were able to have something to show for it. A tooth! Excellent! But hopefully now maybe I'll be able to get him to do some sleeping.
Please Lord, let him sleep.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Chronicles of Mom-nia
I hate when things get so busy around here that I feel the need to chronicle everything. I don't know why, because I have no problem reading other peoples' chronicling, but I feel like such a lazy boring blogger when I chronicle my lives. Who wants to read that crap? I get bored writing it!
So here's the poop in bullets:
-- I'm ridiculously proud of myself for my 22 mile bike ride on Saturday. The furthest I've ridden in my adult life is about 14 miles when Spencer was about a year and we used to go on family rides. Still waiting for Henry to hit the magic one-year mark so we can start family rides again (the time passes when I don't want it to, and doesn't for the reasons I do want it to). I used to ride all over when I was young, but somehow you lose that drive when you get older. I didn't make it home (25 miles would have been home) but when I was dying, lying beneath that tree roadside while people looked strangely at me in the grass, I was glad to have gotten as far as I did. AND I was glad my FIL was at my house with his truck so Hubby was able to rescue me from said roadside.
-- True story:
Spencer likes to close doors. Spencer likes to push the button on the handle. Spencer does not realize that this locks the door.
(Hubby tries to get into our room): Spencer, come open this door.
(Spencer comes to open the door and finds it locked) I can't, it's locked.
H Did you lock it?
S Umm, yes.
H What does that mean?
S That means I go to time out.
H Okay, you go to time out.
(Spencer walks to his room with his head down)
YES! We have him trained! Now to train him not to lock the @(#&! doors.
-- I, who rarely ever reads more than one book at one time, am in the middle of three (3!) books. One, brainless: Motor Mouth by Janet Evanovich. Two, pretentious: Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain (holy JEEBUS is he a pretentious ass; somehow in the couple years since I last read/saw him, I forgot this). Three, Darn good: Born Round by Frank Bruni. I have 3 days to finish them all so I can put them on my woefully inadequate April reading list.
-- I've been toying with going to the doctor for a full physical because I haven't been feeling that good. I've had a nagging stomachache for over a week, and my 99 hours of Grey's Anatomy have taught me that maybe something is something and not just nothing (thank you fictional tv). However, I am also almost sure that it's low-level anxiety because it went away over the weekend.
-- If you are interested in where I am in Grey's, George is dead. I think they just went to his funeral.
-- If you aren't as far as I am in Grey's, I'm sorry for the spoiler.
-- If you want to follow along at home with my Book Club, our next book is Sarah's Key. I picked this all on my own, so it's my fault if it sucks. Has anyone read it?
-- The kids both went to bed with no whining (Spencer) or crying or hysterical fits (Henry). This might be a sign of the apocalypse, but I prefer to think that maybe my daycare lady needs to drag the kids to Chuck E Cheese every day, like she did today.
So here's the poop in bullets:
-- I'm ridiculously proud of myself for my 22 mile bike ride on Saturday. The furthest I've ridden in my adult life is about 14 miles when Spencer was about a year and we used to go on family rides. Still waiting for Henry to hit the magic one-year mark so we can start family rides again (the time passes when I don't want it to, and doesn't for the reasons I do want it to). I used to ride all over when I was young, but somehow you lose that drive when you get older. I didn't make it home (25 miles would have been home) but when I was dying, lying beneath that tree roadside while people looked strangely at me in the grass, I was glad to have gotten as far as I did. AND I was glad my FIL was at my house with his truck so Hubby was able to rescue me from said roadside.
-- True story:
Spencer likes to close doors. Spencer likes to push the button on the handle. Spencer does not realize that this locks the door.
(Hubby tries to get into our room): Spencer, come open this door.
(Spencer comes to open the door and finds it locked) I can't, it's locked.
H Did you lock it?
S Umm, yes.
H What does that mean?
S That means I go to time out.
H Okay, you go to time out.
(Spencer walks to his room with his head down)
YES! We have him trained! Now to train him not to lock the @(#&! doors.
-- I, who rarely ever reads more than one book at one time, am in the middle of three (3!) books. One, brainless: Motor Mouth by Janet Evanovich. Two, pretentious: Medium Raw by Anthony Bourdain (holy JEEBUS is he a pretentious ass; somehow in the couple years since I last read/saw him, I forgot this). Three, Darn good: Born Round by Frank Bruni. I have 3 days to finish them all so I can put them on my woefully inadequate April reading list.
-- I've been toying with going to the doctor for a full physical because I haven't been feeling that good. I've had a nagging stomachache for over a week, and my 99 hours of Grey's Anatomy have taught me that maybe something is something and not just nothing (thank you fictional tv). However, I am also almost sure that it's low-level anxiety because it went away over the weekend.
-- If you are interested in where I am in Grey's, George is dead. I think they just went to his funeral.
-- If you aren't as far as I am in Grey's, I'm sorry for the spoiler.
-- If you want to follow along at home with my Book Club, our next book is Sarah's Key. I picked this all on my own, so it's my fault if it sucks. Has anyone read it?
-- The kids both went to bed with no whining (Spencer) or crying or hysterical fits (Henry). This might be a sign of the apocalypse, but I prefer to think that maybe my daycare lady needs to drag the kids to Chuck E Cheese every day, like she did today.
Friday, April 22, 2011
The Hodgepodge
1) This has been the worst week at work in a really long time. I was on the verge of tears yesterday, I've been on the verge of quitting several times (which I cannot do, obviously), I've been working 12 hour days several times this week and last ... it's been bad. I've been overwhelmed and busy and with neverending work ... I'm hoping to get through today so I can move on to next - it has to be better, right? It has to get better. I know it gets better but I'm not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel right now.
2) I brought home about 3 hours of work last night, and then stopped at the library and got seven brainless books ... and read one (Hero at Large - Janet Evanovich) and took out a second to start (Medium Raw - Anthony Bourdain) before getting into my many Words with Friends games and not starting Book #2. Or the work.
3) Every day there are about five moments, conversations, etc, with Spencer that I want to document and then I don't write it right down and something else happens and I forget exactly what was said. But here's one: yesterday morning I was in the shower sitting on the floor shaving. Spencer came into the bathroom and it was a lot earlier than he usually wakes up. He went directly into my closet and closed the door (did not say anything to me). A few minutes later he came back out, left the bathroom and closed the door. When I finished my shower, I opened the bathroom door and he was standing there waiting for me, and asked me to walk him back to bed.
4) Here's another thing which is so endearing to me: every single morning, Spencer waits until his brother wakes up and then he climbs into Henry's crib with him and plays for a half hour or so. Most times he brings his pillow and blanket (which make for a crowded crib) and lays down to "cuddle" with Henry. I always check to make sure that every one is safe, but he really takes such good care of his little brother.
5) Henry is cutting an eye tooth. Never mind that he has NO OTHER TEETH so this is not really the proper order of things, but his gums are misshapen there into a weird little point. My child might have a fang here soon. This might be why he cries and laughs so much at the same time.
6) Today is Good Friday. I wish I took today off simply for my mental health, but I also hope that every single person I would otherwise hope to call takes it off so I can work in peace. Peace for Good Friday. Peace for Earth Day. Peace, please.
7) I had book club on Wednesday night and it was SO. Much. Fun! It was a little weird that all but one member are people that I either work with or used to work with, but we got through the night without it being a giant complaint-suck about things right now. As a matter of fact, I'm the only one who mentioned work at all because I had gone straight from one to the other. Now I need to figure out what we are going to read for next month. Pronto.
2) I brought home about 3 hours of work last night, and then stopped at the library and got seven brainless books ... and read one (Hero at Large - Janet Evanovich) and took out a second to start (Medium Raw - Anthony Bourdain) before getting into my many Words with Friends games and not starting Book #2. Or the work.
3) Every day there are about five moments, conversations, etc, with Spencer that I want to document and then I don't write it right down and something else happens and I forget exactly what was said. But here's one: yesterday morning I was in the shower sitting on the floor shaving. Spencer came into the bathroom and it was a lot earlier than he usually wakes up. He went directly into my closet and closed the door (did not say anything to me). A few minutes later he came back out, left the bathroom and closed the door. When I finished my shower, I opened the bathroom door and he was standing there waiting for me, and asked me to walk him back to bed.
4) Here's another thing which is so endearing to me: every single morning, Spencer waits until his brother wakes up and then he climbs into Henry's crib with him and plays for a half hour or so. Most times he brings his pillow and blanket (which make for a crowded crib) and lays down to "cuddle" with Henry. I always check to make sure that every one is safe, but he really takes such good care of his little brother.
5) Henry is cutting an eye tooth. Never mind that he has NO OTHER TEETH so this is not really the proper order of things, but his gums are misshapen there into a weird little point. My child might have a fang here soon. This might be why he cries and laughs so much at the same time.
6) Today is Good Friday. I wish I took today off simply for my mental health, but I also hope that every single person I would otherwise hope to call takes it off so I can work in peace. Peace for Good Friday. Peace for Earth Day. Peace, please.
7) I had book club on Wednesday night and it was SO. Much. Fun! It was a little weird that all but one member are people that I either work with or used to work with, but we got through the night without it being a giant complaint-suck about things right now. As a matter of fact, I'm the only one who mentioned work at all because I had gone straight from one to the other. Now I need to figure out what we are going to read for next month. Pronto.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A conversation
(Spencer had his Easter party at daycare today, and I got home right before bed so we were talking about dinner and a piece of candy tomorrow)
Spencer: So tomorrow I can have one piece of candy.
Me: After dinner. Do you want to make pizza for dinner tomorrow?
S: Yes. And I will make pizza. Me. And I will put yummy things on the pizza.
Me: What kind of things do you want on your pizza?
S: I will have one piece after pizza. One. (candy)
Me: Okay, but what do you want on your pizza?
S: Yummy things. I will have tomatoes on my pizza.
Me: And cheese?
S: And cheese, yes.
Me: And sausage?
S: uh huh (nods. you really need to imagine a bobblehead while this whole conversation is going on)
Me: How about mushrooms, like Caillou puts on his pizza? Yummy mushrooms?
S: (silence. Spencer hates mushrooms) No ... yummy things. I don't think mushrooms.
It was worth a try. Sausage, cheese and tomatoes it is. and One Piece of candy after pizza.
Seriously, bobblehead. I love this kid.
Spencer: So tomorrow I can have one piece of candy.
Me: After dinner. Do you want to make pizza for dinner tomorrow?
S: Yes. And I will make pizza. Me. And I will put yummy things on the pizza.
Me: What kind of things do you want on your pizza?
S: I will have one piece after pizza. One. (candy)
Me: Okay, but what do you want on your pizza?
S: Yummy things. I will have tomatoes on my pizza.
Me: And cheese?
S: And cheese, yes.
Me: And sausage?
S: uh huh (nods. you really need to imagine a bobblehead while this whole conversation is going on)
Me: How about mushrooms, like Caillou puts on his pizza? Yummy mushrooms?
S: (silence. Spencer hates mushrooms) No ... yummy things. I don't think mushrooms.
It was worth a try. Sausage, cheese and tomatoes it is. and One Piece of candy after pizza.
Seriously, bobblehead. I love this kid.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Happy Anniversary!
Happy anniversary to my wonderful husband. It's been nine years together, four years of marriage, three years of children, twenty months of pregnancy, seven residences and lots and lots of love (and a few fights, but that's to be expected). I'm always looking for a best girlfriend that I can tell all my secrets to but you are my best friend.
And we sure make cute kids, don't we?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Baking fool - with a recipe!
Saturday morning I decided to do some baking. I have a toddler who still refuses to eat vegetables and an infant who has decided he likes to eat absolutely everything, so I figured that since I just professed to not being much of a baker I should make some more butternut squash waffles (with spinach), and make up some recipes for carrot banana bread and zucchini spinach muffins. You know, just off the cuff.
I was baking for four hours. I might be delirious.
But I have for you my recipe for Carrot Banana Bread. It's a combination of carrot cake ingredients and banana bread ingredients. I winged it (wang it?) and I think I'm in love with this bread.
Carrot Banana Cake Bread
2 1/2 bananas
3/4 cup carrots, shredded
1/2 cup crushed pineapple
1/3 cup Greek yogurt
2 eggs
3/4 cup sugar
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
preheat the oven to 325 degrees. grease your loaf pan, and then dust with flour (or just use Baker's Pam). blend first 6 ingredients together. sift the last four ingredients together and blend into the wet. Pour into pan and bake for 50 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Let set for 10 minutes to cool before inhaling eight pieces at a time.
*Note: my second one I only had two bananas so I upped the pineapple and then I added about a cup of crushed walnuts.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Waffles and sunshine
Another thing I am happy about and I can't believe I didn't mention it yesterday is this weather! I so addicted to being outside. I've been campaigning again for my deck, and last night while we were eating an early dinner at a local restaurant that I had a Groupon for (this place ... if you live in the area, GO THERE IMMEDIATELY. It's fantastic. And healthy. And uses local produce. And you get a free frozen yogurt with every meal. I digress.) and we sketched out how I want the deck (yes, how I want it) so Hubby can start on it soon. It's so beautiful out there!! I've been spending every minute I can outside before the heat index reaches 120 degrees and I start spending $800 a month in air conditioning.
Also, these waffles make me very happy.
I promised myself I wouldn't be one of those mothers who fights with their kids over what they eat. There are plenty of things to fight about without force feeding your child too (which is my own opinion and might be wrong, so please don't think I'm judging you for forcing your kid to eat his spinach). I do often request that he eat one bite, but even then he will concede that it tastes fine but that he's not interested (unless it's green and not edemame, because then it will be a cold day in hell before it passes his lips). So this week I took the leftover roasted butternut squash and incorporated it into a self-made recipe for waffles and success! So here you go:
Butternut Squash and Oatmeal Waffles
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups oatmeal
1/2 cup packed squash or pumpkin puree
1/2 cup (skim) milk
1 egg
2 tbs (Greek) yogurt
1 tbs vegetable oil
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
mix all ingredients except oatmeal well, then mix in oatmeal. makes 5 waffles, which in this house feeds one hungry toddler. For extra healthy breakfast, top with peanut butter and honey, with a side of fruit. Freeze leftovers and pop them into toaster oven as needed!
(this is the first bite being removed from the plate in record time, even before the fruit)
Now does someone want to suggest something to me to sneak greens into that doesn't involve chocolate?
Also, these waffles make me very happy.
I promised myself I wouldn't be one of those mothers who fights with their kids over what they eat. There are plenty of things to fight about without force feeding your child too (which is my own opinion and might be wrong, so please don't think I'm judging you for forcing your kid to eat his spinach). I do often request that he eat one bite, but even then he will concede that it tastes fine but that he's not interested (unless it's green and not edemame, because then it will be a cold day in hell before it passes his lips). So this week I took the leftover roasted butternut squash and incorporated it into a self-made recipe for waffles and success! So here you go:
Butternut Squash and Oatmeal Waffles
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups oatmeal
1/2 cup packed squash or pumpkin puree
1/2 cup (skim) milk
1 egg
2 tbs (Greek) yogurt
1 tbs vegetable oil
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
mix all ingredients except oatmeal well, then mix in oatmeal. makes 5 waffles, which in this house feeds one hungry toddler. For extra healthy breakfast, top with peanut butter and honey, with a side of fruit. Freeze leftovers and pop them into toaster oven as needed!
(this is the first bite being removed from the plate in record time, even before the fruit)Now does someone want to suggest something to me to sneak greens into that doesn't involve chocolate?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Singledom
This weekend I got a taste of what it would be like to be a single mother with two small children and a surly teenager. The Hubby is sick, and since he gets sick even less often than I do, he's an even bigger baby than I am about it. He has a right to be; this morning he finally went in to the walk-in, and he has strep with a swollen uvula, so onto antibiotics he goes.
I will be taking Monday morning off to take Spencer to the dentist (he gets his fake tooth tomorrow) and to start washing things so the kids don't get sick (and so I don't get sick again).
In the meantime, I took the kids around on my own on all weekend - Saturday we went to the library, and to Kid's Day Out (Spencer refused the pony rides and the bounce houses, but rather enjoyed marching around "dancing" to the marching band and playing on the playground). We split lunch at Chickfila, came home for sprinklers and popcicles, played outside a lot, made chicken noodle soup for Hubby and overall played quite a bit. Henry tried to feed himself carrots for the first time. By 6pm, I was ready to go to bed myself ... I was counting down the time until the kids went to bed.
Today was more of the same. I got up with the kids and dragged them with me to the grocery store, and then later to the Model Train Expo for several hours, made three meals for us and oatmeal and minestrone soup for Hubby. Henry tried his hand at toast fingers (a BIG fan) and banana (already a fan).
It's not quite 8pm. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go collapse now.
I will be taking Monday morning off to take Spencer to the dentist (he gets his fake tooth tomorrow) and to start washing things so the kids don't get sick (and so I don't get sick again).
In the meantime, I took the kids around on my own on all weekend - Saturday we went to the library, and to Kid's Day Out (Spencer refused the pony rides and the bounce houses, but rather enjoyed marching around "dancing" to the marching band and playing on the playground). We split lunch at Chickfila, came home for sprinklers and popcicles, played outside a lot, made chicken noodle soup for Hubby and overall played quite a bit. Henry tried to feed himself carrots for the first time. By 6pm, I was ready to go to bed myself ... I was counting down the time until the kids went to bed.
Today was more of the same. I got up with the kids and dragged them with me to the grocery store, and then later to the Model Train Expo for several hours, made three meals for us and oatmeal and minestrone soup for Hubby. Henry tried his hand at toast fingers (a BIG fan) and banana (already a fan).
It's not quite 8pm. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go collapse now.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Coral fingers, vasolined feetsies, scrabble and steps
I did my fingernails because I was doing my toenails now that my feet aren't completely hideous these days. I've always had bad feet; eczema, cracks, dryness... Lotion doesn't help, steroid creams are expensive and make them tender. I usually give up, but last week someone on Style Lush commented about using vasoline on dry winter hands and I thought, "what the hell" and it worked! Two days later and my feet are much more presentable than they have been in quite some time. Deserving of a mini pedi, even. So thanks, Style Lush!
I've been addicted to wordfeud on my cell phone for a few months now, and now I'm on Words With Friends too, which is almost as much fun (buggy for the android but prettier). Are you on either? Are there any better word games out there?
HENRY TOOK TWO STEPS YESTERDAY. He was holding on to the couch, but still! He saw daddy and decided he wanted to be over there and shuffled his little self over. Ridiculous, I tell you! 6 months old and trying to walk; I think I'm going to have a heart attack before he's two.
We all had a fabulous time at Disney on Tuesday; I just realized that I haven't blogged about it yet. Spencer loved it, went on all the rides and was so good all day. No stroller so he walked all day and stood in line and we were there until the fireworks ... It was a long long day. I'll probably post a few pictures for my Friday post. Toodles!
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Screams and shorts
I'm blogging as an alternative to going in to rescue Number Two, who woke up 5 minutes after falling asleep and is now crying in bed. Damn it, this has got to stop. We're six months old, dern it.
It's been quite a day. I got up and ran 4.2 miles which felt great. I took longer on my first mile, but I actually ran every mile pretty close to the same speed, and while I didn't run the whole thing I felt good afterward. Not like I needed to die. Not like I was going to collapse but not like I didn't work hard either. 4.2 miles, 53 minutes. Seriously, over 4 miles. FOUR MILES.
Of course, I then came home to find that my dear toddler had decided that Disney wasn't enough entertainment for him this morning and started pulling off the buttons from my laptop. I'm now missing the backspace, the \| key, the enter, tab and the `~ key. He also pulled off the page up/down keys, home, delete, end, caps lock and the left shift button but the Hubby was able to get those back on (well, the left shift is a little ... shifty). I'm still at that point where I'm so mad I'm resigned to ignoring the whole situation. Honestly, I need a new laptop anyhow - the battery doesn't work, we had to replace the plug once and the new one is half broken too, it causes sparks when I plug in ... it's a mess. But the stupid thing worked, and now I have to push the little spongy do-dads when I need one of those buttons.
In other you-never-thought-you'd-see-it news, I went shorts shopping today. I had a slight couple breakdowns - the first when I had a fat-attack in Loft because my stumpy legs are pasty white and um, stumpy), and the second when the Macy's shorts that fit me were several sizes bigger than my actual size (yes, juniors AND Macy's run small, so my 12 turns to a 15 but I just got down from a 14/16 to a solid 12. It's harrowing to have to buy a size 15 shorts). BUT I got through it and now have a couple pairs of shorts. Hmm. Hopefully I'll wear them. I definitely need to retire the maternity shorts that I pulled out this week.
Number Two is now officially cried-out, Number One is down and Hubby is opening a bottle of wine now that I've had two cups of coffee in attempts to wake the heck up this Saturday night. Let's go crazy!
It's been quite a day. I got up and ran 4.2 miles which felt great. I took longer on my first mile, but I actually ran every mile pretty close to the same speed, and while I didn't run the whole thing I felt good afterward. Not like I needed to die. Not like I was going to collapse but not like I didn't work hard either. 4.2 miles, 53 minutes. Seriously, over 4 miles. FOUR MILES.
Of course, I then came home to find that my dear toddler had decided that Disney wasn't enough entertainment for him this morning and started pulling off the buttons from my laptop. I'm now missing the backspace, the \| key, the enter, tab and the `~ key. He also pulled off the page up/down keys, home, delete, end, caps lock and the left shift button but the Hubby was able to get those back on (well, the left shift is a little ... shifty). I'm still at that point where I'm so mad I'm resigned to ignoring the whole situation. Honestly, I need a new laptop anyhow - the battery doesn't work, we had to replace the plug once and the new one is half broken too, it causes sparks when I plug in ... it's a mess. But the stupid thing worked, and now I have to push the little spongy do-dads when I need one of those buttons.
In other you-never-thought-you'd-see-it news, I went shorts shopping today. I had a slight couple breakdowns - the first when I had a fat-attack in Loft because my stumpy legs are pasty white and um, stumpy), and the second when the Macy's shorts that fit me were several sizes bigger than my actual size (yes, juniors AND Macy's run small, so my 12 turns to a 15 but I just got down from a 14/16 to a solid 12. It's harrowing to have to buy a size 15 shorts). BUT I got through it and now have a couple pairs of shorts. Hmm. Hopefully I'll wear them. I definitely need to retire the maternity shorts that I pulled out this week.
Number Two is now officially cried-out, Number One is down and Hubby is opening a bottle of wine now that I've had two cups of coffee in attempts to wake the heck up this Saturday night. Let's go crazy!
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