Friday, December 22, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
It's Christmas!
At least here it is! :)
We had Christmas this morning and it was so much fun. Dane got up around 6 and when we took him out to see the tree he was very excited. He ran to the kitchen set first, because it's from Santa and not wrapped. He loved it so much it was hard to convince him to open any other presents. Pretty much everything was a big hit except the 2 packages that had clothes. He was unimpressed and immediately threw them aside. ;)
I was so busy watching and video recording that I forgot to take any pictures till everything was unwrapped. Oops.
He loved shooting his pretend baby brother Owen and the baby stroller across the floor. heh.
Dane loved his kitchen. See him cooking an egg!
Penny & Tiger got new collars and some toys as well. Tiger was too cool to play with his catnip mouse, but Penny was more excited than Dane when we took her stocking down. She played with her new toy and bones forever.
We had Christmas this morning and it was so much fun. Dane got up around 6 and when we took him out to see the tree he was very excited. He ran to the kitchen set first, because it's from Santa and not wrapped. He loved it so much it was hard to convince him to open any other presents. Pretty much everything was a big hit except the 2 packages that had clothes. He was unimpressed and immediately threw them aside. ;)
I was so busy watching and video recording that I forgot to take any pictures till everything was unwrapped. Oops.
He loved shooting his pretend baby brother Owen and the baby stroller across the floor. heh.
Dane loved his kitchen. See him cooking an egg!
Penny & Tiger got new collars and some toys as well. Tiger was too cool to play with his catnip mouse, but Penny was more excited than Dane when we took her stocking down. She played with her new toy and bones forever.
He also really looooooved his balloons. As always, he is totally obsessed with them.
These 2 are from the night before. The stuffed stockings and all the presents under the tree. This is one of my favorite ways to see the tree. It looks so perfect and untouched. The next morning it's always a bit of a mess.
These 2 are from the night before. The stuffed stockings and all the presents under the tree. This is one of my favorite ways to see the tree. It looks so perfect and untouched. The next morning it's always a bit of a mess.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Correction
We've decided to do Christmas tomorrow morning instead. he he
Told you I was bad. Look for pictures to come.
Told you I was bad. Look for pictures to come.
naps
Tell me he's not giving up his nap! He's starting to sleep about 12 hours at night. (waking up around 12 -1 to come sleep with us)
He used to only sleep about 10 and take a 2 hour nap. Now it's starting to be a struggle to get him to nap for more than 30 or 45 minutes.
I love his naps. He can't give them up!!! Can he?
He used to only sleep about 10 and take a 2 hour nap. Now it's starting to be a struggle to get him to nap for more than 30 or 45 minutes.
I love his naps. He can't give them up!!! Can he?
baking
Yesterday I spent all day in the kitchen. I made jambalaya for the crock pot so we could have it for dinner. It was delicious!
I also made a batch of blueberry muffins from scratch. I usually use a box mix, but these were soo much better. Can't beat fresh (OK frozen fresh) wild blueberries.
After that I made Peanut Butter Passion, which WAS from a box. For a box mix, it was a little complicated, but it turned out well. I cut it into bars for D's snack day at work today. d and I ate one though. Yum.
By far, the biggest undertaking was the Candy Cane Cookies. (contrary to what you think, they don't taste like peppermint, but like almond butter cookies. They are shaped like candy canes though.)
Making the dough, separating it, and dying half red and then forming fifty thousand candy canes - it was a big job. My MIL gave me this recipe, *EDIT*
Anyway, I thought these would be perfect for our cookie exchange on Thursday.
I don't know if it's just not a very good recipe, or if she left something out, but the dough was super dry. I added 2 sticks of butter and *voila*! Perfect. (They taste better too.)
So, 3 hours later I had 4 dozen candy cane cookies.
They're about the size of real candy canes, but my MIL makes them much smaller, about the size of mini candy canes. But who has time to make 8 dozen cookies with a toddler underfoot? I barely got as much done as I did.
SO, I sent half with D for his snack day and saved half for our cookie exchange this week. Now I just have to make peanut butter kisses on Wednesday and I'm ready.
Oh yeah, and I have to pack, clean, do laundry, bathe the (stinky!) dog, and have Christmas.
We'll be having Christmas on Friday! Woo hoo! I can't wait to see d's face when he wakes up Friday morning and sees that there are presents under the tree. Makes me want to do Christmas tomorrow instead. I have a terrible time waiting to give people their presents.
He's totally in love with the tree. He'll probably cry when we take it down.
I also made a batch of blueberry muffins from scratch. I usually use a box mix, but these were soo much better. Can't beat fresh (OK frozen fresh) wild blueberries.
After that I made Peanut Butter Passion, which WAS from a box. For a box mix, it was a little complicated, but it turned out well. I cut it into bars for D's snack day at work today. d and I ate one though. Yum.
By far, the biggest undertaking was the Candy Cane Cookies. (contrary to what you think, they don't taste like peppermint, but like almond butter cookies. They are shaped like candy canes though.)
Making the dough, separating it, and dying half red and then forming fifty thousand candy canes - it was a big job. My MIL gave me this recipe, *EDIT*
Anyway, I thought these would be perfect for our cookie exchange on Thursday.
I don't know if it's just not a very good recipe, or if she left something out, but the dough was super dry. I added 2 sticks of butter and *voila*! Perfect. (They taste better too.)
So, 3 hours later I had 4 dozen candy cane cookies.
They're about the size of real candy canes, but my MIL makes them much smaller, about the size of mini candy canes. But who has time to make 8 dozen cookies with a toddler underfoot? I barely got as much done as I did.
SO, I sent half with D for his snack day and saved half for our cookie exchange this week. Now I just have to make peanut butter kisses on Wednesday and I'm ready.
Oh yeah, and I have to pack, clean, do laundry, bathe the (stinky!) dog, and have Christmas.
We'll be having Christmas on Friday! Woo hoo! I can't wait to see d's face when he wakes up Friday morning and sees that there are presents under the tree. Makes me want to do Christmas tomorrow instead. I have a terrible time waiting to give people their presents.
He's totally in love with the tree. He'll probably cry when we take it down.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Charity
D is the King of Cheap. My meetup group of moms adopted a family for Christmas. 4 kids (2, 6, 9, 10) and a single mother.
I donated some money to the organizer to get them some presents. I could have bought presents myself but I hate shopping. It was a decent sum of money, but definitely not outrageous.
I didn't mention it to D at the time because I take care of all the finances and it just never came up. When I told him about it, he flipped. Seriously.
It's not like we're in the poorhouse. We have a wonderful life and while we're definitely not rolling in dough we certainly are blessed and can spare a little to help out a needy family at Christmas.
You'd think I'd bought an expensive, frivolous pair of shoes or a purse or something.
Dude - it's called charity.
(FTR - he did seem somewhat embarrassed about his reaction later, I think he may have been ticked off about something else at the time. Still though, way to make me feel bad for doing something good. Thanks.)
I donated some money to the organizer to get them some presents. I could have bought presents myself but I hate shopping. It was a decent sum of money, but definitely not outrageous.
I didn't mention it to D at the time because I take care of all the finances and it just never came up. When I told him about it, he flipped. Seriously.
It's not like we're in the poorhouse. We have a wonderful life and while we're definitely not rolling in dough we certainly are blessed and can spare a little to help out a needy family at Christmas.
You'd think I'd bought an expensive, frivolous pair of shoes or a purse or something.
Dude - it's called charity.
(FTR - he did seem somewhat embarrassed about his reaction later, I think he may have been ticked off about something else at the time. Still though, way to make me feel bad for doing something good. Thanks.)
Baby Name Bummer
If you'll recall, we had a reason we weren't sharing the baby's name before he was born. D hated hearing other's opinions about names we loved thus causing us to think, "gosh maybe that isn't so great." Well we went ahead and decided to share at Christmas anyway, because I've almost slipped up several times and told the name. There were already a few people who knew, C, A, and some mommy friends from our playgroup.
Well, my mom calls me up this morning and she KNEW the name! How you ask? Well, one of my cousins read it somewhere (here perhaps?) online (my fault I know!) and told her.
Total shock to me because I had no idea she knows where I am online. lol
I would have liked to be the one to tell the name to everyone, but it's really my fault for putting it out there in cyberspace. Oh well.
Now on to the annoying part. The first thing my mom says is "Pierce is too old for a baby."
Dammit woman! THIS is why we were nervous about telling. Sheesh. This is his name, like it or hate it, too bad. Get used to it.
I just clammed up after that and ended the conversation. She called back later to tell me that she really loved it. hmph
Now, you might think, so ONE person (two if you count my dad) learned O's name. Whoopee. No big deal right?
Wrong.
My mother is the queen of not keeping secrets. I know by now that she has told each of her 3 sisters, her parents, my brother, my sister and probably several friends. Telling each of them to act surprised when they find out most likely.
You know "it's a secret, but I'll *just* tell you..."
SO D knows how Mom is and now he had to tell his mom too. You might think this isn't necessary but believe me - it is. My sister works in the same town my IL's live (think SMALL TOWN USA) and if she or her husband just tell one person it will eventually get back to my MIL, who loves to hear gossip.
Word travels fast on the grapevine around there.
The worst part is that MIL has a complex about finding out things before my family. She always wants to be first.
Both times I've been pg she's asked if she knew before my mom. She wanted to be first to hold d in the hospital. (not gonna happen!) She wanted to know if d had talked on the phone to my parents before her. It goes on and on.
That's why we wanted to tell everyone at Christmas - at the same time!
Gah. So now everybody knows. So much for a little bit of surprise.
Maybe we should just change the name.
Well, my mom calls me up this morning and she KNEW the name! How you ask? Well, one of my cousins read it somewhere (here perhaps?) online (my fault I know!) and told her.
Total shock to me because I had no idea she knows where I am online. lol
I would have liked to be the one to tell the name to everyone, but it's really my fault for putting it out there in cyberspace. Oh well.
Now on to the annoying part. The first thing my mom says is "Pierce is too old for a baby."
Dammit woman! THIS is why we were nervous about telling. Sheesh. This is his name, like it or hate it, too bad. Get used to it.
I just clammed up after that and ended the conversation. She called back later to tell me that she really loved it. hmph
Now, you might think, so ONE person (two if you count my dad) learned O's name. Whoopee. No big deal right?
Wrong.
My mother is the queen of not keeping secrets. I know by now that she has told each of her 3 sisters, her parents, my brother, my sister and probably several friends. Telling each of them to act surprised when they find out most likely.
You know "it's a secret, but I'll *just* tell you..."
SO D knows how Mom is and now he had to tell his mom too. You might think this isn't necessary but believe me - it is. My sister works in the same town my IL's live (think SMALL TOWN USA) and if she or her husband just tell one person it will eventually get back to my MIL, who loves to hear gossip.
Word travels fast on the grapevine around there.
The worst part is that MIL has a complex about finding out things before my family. She always wants to be first.
Both times I've been pg she's asked if she knew before my mom. She wanted to be first to hold d in the hospital. (not gonna happen!) She wanted to know if d had talked on the phone to my parents before her. It goes on and on.
That's why we wanted to tell everyone at Christmas - at the same time!
Gah. So now everybody knows. So much for a little bit of surprise.
Maybe we should just change the name.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
wow
Do you realize that baby O is a foot long and weighs over a pound? My uterus looks like I swallowed a large basketball. It's no wonder my back hurts.
*EDIT*
Ah, the holidays.
*EDIT*
Ah, the holidays.
The One
I was recently having a conversation that made me think again about whether or not I believe in THE ONE, destiny, fate, meant to be and all that.
I can't say I believe that there is any ONE person out there that you are meant to meet and spend the rest of your life with in marital bliss. I just don't buy it.
I think it takes a lot of work and commitment but you can make it work with any number of different people. Not anyone of course, because some people just aren't compatible.
Now, not to say that I don't believe that marriage is forever, because I certainly do. I only plan on doing it one time unless (God forbid!) D dies or something.
I do think that there was something pushing us toward meeting each other. There are just too many weird little coincindences in the way we met for me not to believe that we were at least meant to meet each other.
I guess it's sort of hard to explain that I believe we were meant to meet, but I don't necessarily believe in fate. I think.
Truth is, I don't like to believe in fate because that implies that we have no control over what we do. I simply don't believe that's the case. Of course, there are lots of things we have no control over, but we do have free will. We have the power to make decisions and take action.
So maybe I don't believe in fate so much because I believe in God. I believe he has a loose plan laid out but we have the choice to do with our lives what we will. We can make them the best we can, or we can screw them up. Most people probably do a little of both.
I don't really talk about God that often, hardly ever in fact in this blog. Maybe because it's hard to put into words what I really feel, believe or think. Or perhaps because I always hate reading those posts from others that are so dripping with "praise God" "God is great" and all that jazz. Not that I don't believe that, but perhaps my beliefs are just more private. Could just be that I'm Catholic and we are very subdued in our ways.
Plus, I know that not everyone believes the same way I do. I have friends IRL and online that are all sorts of different religions and many that are no religion at all, which is not a problem for me but religion can be a touchy subject for sure.
Politics and religion are two subjects I generally avoid. One - because my political views often don't jive with the religous teachings of my particular religion. Secondly, because I don't like to argue with people. ;)
Back to the point at hand. Do I believe that there is ONE perfect person out there for everyone? no.
Call me cynical, or practical or unromantic, but I just don't believe in it.
I think D is the right guy for me because we are compatible in the ways that are most important to us and we make it work. We work hard at it and we stick.
We want to be together and we made a commitment to each other that we won't break.
That's not to say that things are all roses and rainbows, because they certainly aren't. However, we do have a good marriage and the good times outnumber the bad.
At this point, I'm not sure where I'm going with this so I'm going to just end it now.
That post was all OVER the place and was probably horribly written. Sorry about that readers.
Regardless, what do you think of fate? Destiny? the ONE?
I can't say I believe that there is any ONE person out there that you are meant to meet and spend the rest of your life with in marital bliss. I just don't buy it.
I think it takes a lot of work and commitment but you can make it work with any number of different people. Not anyone of course, because some people just aren't compatible.
Now, not to say that I don't believe that marriage is forever, because I certainly do. I only plan on doing it one time unless (God forbid!) D dies or something.
I do think that there was something pushing us toward meeting each other. There are just too many weird little coincindences in the way we met for me not to believe that we were at least meant to meet each other.
I guess it's sort of hard to explain that I believe we were meant to meet, but I don't necessarily believe in fate. I think.
Truth is, I don't like to believe in fate because that implies that we have no control over what we do. I simply don't believe that's the case. Of course, there are lots of things we have no control over, but we do have free will. We have the power to make decisions and take action.
So maybe I don't believe in fate so much because I believe in God. I believe he has a loose plan laid out but we have the choice to do with our lives what we will. We can make them the best we can, or we can screw them up. Most people probably do a little of both.
I don't really talk about God that often, hardly ever in fact in this blog. Maybe because it's hard to put into words what I really feel, believe or think. Or perhaps because I always hate reading those posts from others that are so dripping with "praise God" "God is great" and all that jazz. Not that I don't believe that, but perhaps my beliefs are just more private. Could just be that I'm Catholic and we are very subdued in our ways.
Plus, I know that not everyone believes the same way I do. I have friends IRL and online that are all sorts of different religions and many that are no religion at all, which is not a problem for me but religion can be a touchy subject for sure.
Politics and religion are two subjects I generally avoid. One - because my political views often don't jive with the religous teachings of my particular religion. Secondly, because I don't like to argue with people. ;)
Back to the point at hand. Do I believe that there is ONE perfect person out there for everyone? no.
Call me cynical, or practical or unromantic, but I just don't believe in it.
I think D is the right guy for me because we are compatible in the ways that are most important to us and we make it work. We work hard at it and we stick.
We want to be together and we made a commitment to each other that we won't break.
That's not to say that things are all roses and rainbows, because they certainly aren't. However, we do have a good marriage and the good times outnumber the bad.
At this point, I'm not sure where I'm going with this so I'm going to just end it now.
That post was all OVER the place and was probably horribly written. Sorry about that readers.
Regardless, what do you think of fate? Destiny? the ONE?
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Christmas...
is coming!
Perhaps this will sound asinine to those with a head screwed on right, but last night I looked at the calendar as I was paying bills and realized that Christmas is coming. SOON!
We will be leaving for Texas in a week and a half. Friday night.
Next Friday we are having Christmas at home because I hate missing it even though Dane is still a bit too little to "get" it. Next year we are staying home for Christmas Day at the least, even if I have to hold my breath until I turn blue and pass out.
(or withold sex, which would probably be more effective)
With Dane being almost 3 next year I think he'll be more aware of what's going on, and Owen will be 8 months old or so. Traveling is definitely losing it's appeal.
Perhaps this will sound asinine to those with a head screwed on right, but last night I looked at the calendar as I was paying bills and realized that Christmas is coming. SOON!
We will be leaving for Texas in a week and a half. Friday night.
Next Friday we are having Christmas at home because I hate missing it even though Dane is still a bit too little to "get" it. Next year we are staying home for Christmas Day at the least, even if I have to hold my breath until I turn blue and pass out.
(or withold sex, which would probably be more effective)
With Dane being almost 3 next year I think he'll be more aware of what's going on, and Owen will be 8 months old or so. Traveling is definitely losing it's appeal.
If you know me
in real life, which is probably, like, one of you; you know our secret. Baby boy's name is Owen.
Owen Pierce to be exact.
We'll be spilling the beans to everyone else at Christmas so you can tell A if you like, but if B finds out you knew before her, I'll have to lie and tell her you made it up. :)
Owen Pierce to be exact.
We'll be spilling the beans to everyone else at Christmas so you can tell A if you like, but if B finds out you knew before her, I'll have to lie and tell her you made it up. :)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sunday Musings
We've had a busy weekend and I feel like I can't even remember what happened without a recap.
Friday we had pictures. (see below post) Then we ate lunch while waiting for said pictures. We ate at Buffalo Wild Wings and then Coldstone Creamery. Yum! (normally I don't post about food, but I just feel hungry.)
D went back to work for a few hours and then we babysat 2 of d's friends while their parents had a date. The little girl is d's age and the baby is 4-5 months old. It went pretty smoothly but I think I got a glimpse into my future. I'd totally forgotten what it's like to have a newborn (ish) who doesn't "do" anything but need to be held, loved, fed, changed. It's nice but a LOT harder then it was with d because I have, well, d. There were 2 toddlers though, and they kept each other busy and were SO SO cute together. It was fun to watch.
Saturday we had to make a trip to the Boeing store, then the bank, then to pick up a dog crate. (which was already sold, but that's another story.)
Then we had a Christmas party at 11 AM, and another at 7.
We had a friend watch d while we went to the evening party. The plan was to put him to bed around 6:30 and let her just chill out and be here in case he woke up. He, of course, was on to my plan and let his evil side take hold so he didn't go to sleep until almost 7:20. Stinker.
(how does he always know just when it's the worst time to do the opposite of what I want??)
Anyway, the party was fun. Probably a lot more fun if you're drunk - which everyone was.
Except me of course.
D won best back, which was voted on by the players. He really is a good athlete.
I was awarded a gift certificate for $25 to TGIFridays. yummy.
It was for being the best fan/wife or something like that. (more like - letting their best back play. he he)
Sunday D let me sleep in a bit. Then he went to work for a few hours, we took a short nap and then went out to lunch. (TGIFridays of course)
He had rugby at 2 and d and I went to the park since it was 50 today. We got a bit cold after an hour and some older man kept talking to me and creeping me out a bit so we left. We went back to pick up D but he wasn't ready yet so I talked to my mom for about an hour and d watched Elmo on the van's DVD player.
Then we got out and played a bit and finally D was ready to go.
Came home, ate dinner, bought 2 things on Ebay (one for dog, one for baby), addressed and stuffed 36 Christmas cards, and now I'm boring all of you with the details of our everyday life. he he.
Your reward for reading this long ass post:
Baby name hint! D is going to let us tell at Christmas. It doesn't start with a d.
Friday we had pictures. (see below post) Then we ate lunch while waiting for said pictures. We ate at Buffalo Wild Wings and then Coldstone Creamery. Yum! (normally I don't post about food, but I just feel hungry.)
D went back to work for a few hours and then we babysat 2 of d's friends while their parents had a date. The little girl is d's age and the baby is 4-5 months old. It went pretty smoothly but I think I got a glimpse into my future. I'd totally forgotten what it's like to have a newborn (ish) who doesn't "do" anything but need to be held, loved, fed, changed. It's nice but a LOT harder then it was with d because I have, well, d. There were 2 toddlers though, and they kept each other busy and were SO SO cute together. It was fun to watch.
Saturday we had to make a trip to the Boeing store, then the bank, then to pick up a dog crate. (which was already sold, but that's another story.)
Then we had a Christmas party at 11 AM, and another at 7.
We had a friend watch d while we went to the evening party. The plan was to put him to bed around 6:30 and let her just chill out and be here in case he woke up. He, of course, was on to my plan and let his evil side take hold so he didn't go to sleep until almost 7:20. Stinker.
(how does he always know just when it's the worst time to do the opposite of what I want??)
Anyway, the party was fun. Probably a lot more fun if you're drunk - which everyone was.
Except me of course.
D won best back, which was voted on by the players. He really is a good athlete.
I was awarded a gift certificate for $25 to TGIFridays. yummy.
It was for being the best fan/wife or something like that. (more like - letting their best back play. he he)
Sunday D let me sleep in a bit. Then he went to work for a few hours, we took a short nap and then went out to lunch. (TGIFridays of course)
He had rugby at 2 and d and I went to the park since it was 50 today. We got a bit cold after an hour and some older man kept talking to me and creeping me out a bit so we left. We went back to pick up D but he wasn't ready yet so I talked to my mom for about an hour and d watched Elmo on the van's DVD player.
Then we got out and played a bit and finally D was ready to go.
Came home, ate dinner, bought 2 things on Ebay (one for dog, one for baby), addressed and stuffed 36 Christmas cards, and now I'm boring all of you with the details of our everyday life. he he.
Your reward for reading this long ass post:
Baby name hint! D is going to let us tell at Christmas. It doesn't start with a d.
Friday, December 08, 2006
bragging
We took Christmas pics today and my kid is so damn cute. You don't have to agree, but it's my blog so there. :P
Here are a few pics, even though we bought a TON more, I'm too lazy to upload them all with my dial up.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
meh
I'm bored. Dane's sleeping. The house is clean except it needs to be vacuumed, which I can't do while d is sleeping.
There is laundry in the dryer, but who wants to do that?
Stupid President is on AGAIN at 10 am, can't he wait till 11? I just want to see The View. Hmph.
We've been busy this week, so maybe that's why I feel bored today. Tomorrow we have pictures finally! Then I'm babysitting for a friend. Saturday we have 2 Christmas parties!
This is a boring post, but that's ok cause that's how I feel. blah
There is laundry in the dryer, but who wants to do that?
Stupid President is on AGAIN at 10 am, can't he wait till 11? I just want to see The View. Hmph.
We've been busy this week, so maybe that's why I feel bored today. Tomorrow we have pictures finally! Then I'm babysitting for a friend. Saturday we have 2 Christmas parties!
This is a boring post, but that's ok cause that's how I feel. blah
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
This is for A
Forgive me. I'm being crabby and probably only one person who
reads this will know what the hell I'm talking about.
5 things you don't know about me
I was tagged by NWB! So here it goes.
- I want 4 kids and I'm hoping it will keep me out of the job force for a long time because I can't decide what I want to do with my life and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go back to teaching.
- I think there is a good possiblity I might actually be addicted (or at least strongly attached to) the internet. My husband has NO idea how much time I spend online while he's at work. I know when Baby2 comes it is going to cut into my internet time and I think it will be good for me.
- I think I had postpartum depression after d was born and I never told anyone, even my husband. I am terrified that it will happen again, and be worse this time. However, this time I plan on being prepared for it to happen and I plan on telling D and my dr about it this time if it does.
- I am afraid I *could* become an alcoholic if given the opportunity and it keeps me from drinking too much. My family has several alcoholics and drug addicts and I know what their lives are like. I certainly do have an addictive personality so I know it's possible. (see #2) I could also be addicted to sugar.
- I think I'm a better mother than my sister, my own mother and my mother in law.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
It's a boy!!
The tech couldn't get the best view, but she seemed sure that it is a boy. This little one is sooo lazy that they had a hard time seeing anything. lol He also kept hiding his face with both hands so we couldn't get the best look. The little guy weighs about 12 oz. I'll know more after my appt with my actual dr on Wednesday, but all seemed well. :)
Sunday, December 03, 2006
eeps
We were in church this morning, not in the sanctuary, but in the entrance where there are benches and seats for those with toddlers and babies who can't seem to keep it together. We sit there a lot.
Anyway, this mother comes out of the sanctuary with a baby. He was definitely less than six months old. She slapped his hand so hard we could hear it all the way across our rather large church. She is telling him no. (for what we couldn't figure out!) During the rest of the mass she slapped his hands several times, spanked him and yelled at him. I wanted to smack her. I couldn't concentrate on the homily at all. :( It was disturbing.
I mean, if you believe in spanking, fine whatever. BUT a baby that young? It made me rather sick.
I have, in frustration and poor judgement, slapped Dane's hands 3 or 4 times in the last 9 months or so. I even spanked him once, not terribly long ago, and he looked at me like I was insane. Never hard enough that he seemed to notice, but nonetheless it left me feeling horrible, guilty and like calling CPS on myself. It's just not something *I* want to do.
I cannot imagine doing that to a small baby, in public no less! It makes me wonder what goes on at home.
I just had to get that out.
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Now - my parents were spankers and yellers, and D's parents were spankers, though not as much on the yelling I think. I have been trying my best to do neither if I can help it. I do raise my voice sometimes, but rarely actually yell.
Spanking is harder, because it's like an instinct. I don't understand it at all. I don't WANT to do it, but when I get frustrated, it's the first thing that pops into my mind. I have to fight it off and it scares me a little. There is anger there.
I hate even admitting that, but I would like to know if I need help or if I'm relatively normal.
??
Anyway, this mother comes out of the sanctuary with a baby. He was definitely less than six months old. She slapped his hand so hard we could hear it all the way across our rather large church. She is telling him no. (for what we couldn't figure out!) During the rest of the mass she slapped his hands several times, spanked him and yelled at him. I wanted to smack her. I couldn't concentrate on the homily at all. :( It was disturbing.
I mean, if you believe in spanking, fine whatever. BUT a baby that young? It made me rather sick.
I have, in frustration and poor judgement, slapped Dane's hands 3 or 4 times in the last 9 months or so. I even spanked him once, not terribly long ago, and he looked at me like I was insane. Never hard enough that he seemed to notice, but nonetheless it left me feeling horrible, guilty and like calling CPS on myself. It's just not something *I* want to do.
I cannot imagine doing that to a small baby, in public no less! It makes me wonder what goes on at home.
I just had to get that out.
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Now - my parents were spankers and yellers, and D's parents were spankers, though not as much on the yelling I think. I have been trying my best to do neither if I can help it. I do raise my voice sometimes, but rarely actually yell.
Spanking is harder, because it's like an instinct. I don't understand it at all. I don't WANT to do it, but when I get frustrated, it's the first thing that pops into my mind. I have to fight it off and it scares me a little. There is anger there.
I hate even admitting that, but I would like to know if I need help or if I'm relatively normal.
??
tomorrow
is the day. Less than 24 hours and we'll know how little baby is doing. It's so hard to wait. I'm so tired though, I'll definitely be able to sleep tonight.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
feeling guilty
I have to admit I'm feeling a little guilty. D can be a pain in the ass, but I am actually a very lucky wife.
I come here a lot to vent, but the truth is that that's not the whole picture.
Some of the things I'll list have bad sides too, but today is for niceness. (don't worry -I'm sure I'll be back to bitch about him soon. )
Bare with me a moment while I sing his praises. ;)
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He is incredibly smart and extrememly hard working. He's a good person and we share a set of morals. He volunteers for things that he doesn't get paid for. (like running the blood drive and organizing the rugby Christmas party)
He is strong and dependable. He loves me and our kids. I've never met a more sensible, responsible, level headed person.
I can trust him. We love each other.
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Ok - I guess that's enough. Sometimes I forget why I married this guy and I need a little reminder.
Maybe I should actually tell him this stuff.
I come here a lot to vent, but the truth is that that's not the whole picture.
Some of the things I'll list have bad sides too, but today is for niceness. (don't worry -I'm sure I'll be back to bitch about him soon. )
Bare with me a moment while I sing his praises. ;)
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He is incredibly smart and extrememly hard working. He's a good person and we share a set of morals. He volunteers for things that he doesn't get paid for. (like running the blood drive and organizing the rugby Christmas party)
He is strong and dependable. He loves me and our kids. I've never met a more sensible, responsible, level headed person.
I can trust him. We love each other.
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Ok - I guess that's enough. Sometimes I forget why I married this guy and I need a little reminder.
Maybe I should actually tell him this stuff.
just when I'm feeling down
he sends me flowers out of the blue. That book must have sunk in after all.
irony
Yesterday, sitting at a light, I was behind a HUGE SUV, a suburban perhaps? Their license plate cover said "protect our environment!"
Am I the only one who thinks that's ironic?
I'm the only one who seems to think this is funny. Guess I'm weird.
Am I the only one who thinks that's ironic?
I'm the only one who seems to think this is funny. Guess I'm weird.
Random
The bean is 10 inches long this week. He/She is kicking up a storm finally. I've felt kicks for a long time, but not a LOT. Now I feel a lot.
The u/s is Monday and I'm excited. I originally wanted another boy, so Dane could have a brother close in age. But I also would like a girl at some point so that would also make me happy.
I am feeling strong girl vibes so maybe I'll be right again. (I was with Dane!)
Dane is being a raging brat. I hope that he's secretly sick or going through a weird phase and not just a pain in the ass, er brat, I mean. The whining, screaming and demanding are beyond annoying.
D seems to finally be understanding more of what I need. :)
The dog threw up again last night and I thought it was a dream and went back to sleep. This morning I found out it wasn't a dream. EW.
The u/s is Monday and I'm excited. I originally wanted another boy, so Dane could have a brother close in age. But I also would like a girl at some point so that would also make me happy.
I am feeling strong girl vibes so maybe I'll be right again. (I was with Dane!)
Dane is being a raging brat. I hope that he's secretly sick or going through a weird phase and not just a pain in the ass, er brat, I mean. The whining, screaming and demanding are beyond annoying.
D seems to finally be understanding more of what I need. :)
The dog threw up again last night and I thought it was a dream and went back to sleep. This morning I found out it wasn't a dream. EW.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Engineering a name
D is an engineer. For him, making any decision is a long, drawn out process.
It once took him nearly an hour to pick out a shovel. Said shovel has one purpose: pooper scooper.
I still can't believe that he spent that much time picking out a device that's sole purpose is to pick up shit.
Needless to say, this drives me a little nutty when we have a big decision to make. Think house buying, car shopping and yep, you guessed it - baby naming!
Lucky for us, we have an 8 hour car drive to and from Thanksgiving at my parents house and this gave us hours upon hours to discuss, disect and argue over every name on the short list.
If you read my post about names a few days ago you know how the process started. Let me torture you with it in detail.
It once took him nearly an hour to pick out a shovel. Said shovel has one purpose: pooper scooper.
I still can't believe that he spent that much time picking out a device that's sole purpose is to pick up shit.
Needless to say, this drives me a little nutty when we have a big decision to make. Think house buying, car shopping and yep, you guessed it - baby naming!
Lucky for us, we have an 8 hour car drive to and from Thanksgiving at my parents house and this gave us hours upon hours to discuss, disect and argue over every name on the short list.
If you read my post about names a few days ago you know how the process started. Let me torture you with it in detail.
- I bought a book and highlighted all the names I liked in pink. I forced D to read it and made him highlight each name he liked in blue.
- A list was made of all the names that had pink AND blue marks by them.
- Each list was 15-20 names long. (this is where my part of the process stopped and D's decision making process began)
- We each had to pick our top 3 boy names and our top 3 girl names to make our short list.
- Then D made me number, from 1-6, each list in the order I liked them best. (1 being loved it most and 6 being loved it least)
- He did the same in secret ballot. Goof.
- Then I had to add the numbers from his list and my list to give each name a total score. (for example - on my list Paige was number 6 and on his it was number 3, so Paige got a total of 9 points.) The 2 names with the lowest score would be the winner.
The only problem with this process is that we agreed totally on boy's names, (Yay! One down!) but have opposite opinions on girls names. SO the top 2 girl's names were my fave and his fave. We cannot agree on what to name this kid should it be a girl. I really, really adore my #1 girl's name and like his, but I don't adore it. I wouldn't mind naming our next girl that one, should we have another. (or any!)
So, I don't know what we are going to do. One week from today we will - hopefully! - know if we are having a girl or a boy.
BTW, Dane can say "my" name and it's not on the top 100 list. (which is big for me) d can't say D's name and it's number 43 or something on the top 100 list (for girls in AL) and number 33 (for boys in AL)
So - I should win. Right?
Gah, I'm dying to tell these names, but D wants to keep it a surprise. *sigh* Course, most of you don't know me in real life, but some of you do, so...
bah.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Thanksgiving
The holiday season always reminds me why I simultaneously love and hate living hours upon hours away from both my family and D's.
Mostly I hate it, but there are definite perks.
Mostly I hate it, but there are definite perks.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
2 weeks
and we'll know if this baby is a boy or girl. (hopefully!)
Right now the little squirt is about 6 inches (not counting the little swimmer's legs) and weighs about half a pound. S/he is definitely starting to move around a lot more.
D & I are fighting over names. I have the Baby Name Wizard and it's a good book. I went through and highlighted in pink all the names I liked. He went through and highlighted all the ones he likes in blue.
There are pitifully few that have pink AND blue marks. He has terrible taste. (Rusty, Rock, Penny) He must think we're having puppies.
Right now the little squirt is about 6 inches (not counting the little swimmer's legs) and weighs about half a pound. S/he is definitely starting to move around a lot more.
D & I are fighting over names. I have the Baby Name Wizard and it's a good book. I went through and highlighted in pink all the names I liked. He went through and highlighted all the ones he likes in blue.
There are pitifully few that have pink AND blue marks. He has terrible taste. (Rusty, Rock, Penny) He must think we're having puppies.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Maybe not all d's after all?
As we are nearing our big gender ultrasound (Dec 4th!) we are coming to the realization that we cannot agree on any names. Those I love, he hates, and vice versa.
We were doing a D thing, but now I'm thinking no.
A little background:
I'm one of 3 children. All of our initials were DMS (until us girls got married!)
My dad is one of 8. All of their initials were DMS. (until the 3 girls got married)
So - it's sort of a family thing. However, that's a lot of d's. Not to mention the other d's in the family that are just chance.
I just happened to marry a D by coincidence. (so did my sister, weirdly enough)
Now - we LOVED LOVED the name Dane since before I was pg and it was absolutely a no brainer. It just happened to start with a d. Lucky us.
Well, we decided to go with a D theme. First names only, middle names would be whatever worked.
Problem is that we don't like any D names or simply can't agree on which ones we like. So - my question to you - loyal blog readers (if you're out there!) - is this:
Would it be too weird to decide on not using D's now? I mean, Mama, Daddy & Big Brother all have D names, but not baby.
Think the kid will feel left out someday?
For what it's worth, we're planning more than 2 kids, but we'll have to see how that goes and all that.
Help!!
We were doing a D thing, but now I'm thinking no.
A little background:
I'm one of 3 children. All of our initials were DMS (until us girls got married!)
My dad is one of 8. All of their initials were DMS. (until the 3 girls got married)
So - it's sort of a family thing. However, that's a lot of d's. Not to mention the other d's in the family that are just chance.
I just happened to marry a D by coincidence. (so did my sister, weirdly enough)
Now - we LOVED LOVED the name Dane since before I was pg and it was absolutely a no brainer. It just happened to start with a d. Lucky us.
Well, we decided to go with a D theme. First names only, middle names would be whatever worked.
Problem is that we don't like any D names or simply can't agree on which ones we like. So - my question to you - loyal blog readers (if you're out there!) - is this:
Would it be too weird to decide on not using D's now? I mean, Mama, Daddy & Big Brother all have D names, but not baby.
Think the kid will feel left out someday?
For what it's worth, we're planning more than 2 kids, but we'll have to see how that goes and all that.
Help!!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
men - again.
Ack. I don't think I can make my husband understand that raising a child and growing a child is hard work.
Dare I say - harder than what he does.
No adults to interact with on a daily basis. No closing the door to go to the bathroom. No lunch break. No paycheck. No sleep.
The mind numbing reality of playing blocks for hours on end.
Sure being a mom is great. It's what I've always wanted, but that doesn't mean it's easy.
Is it the hardest job in the world? Nah.
Is it rewarding? Of course.
But, why o WHY does my husband think that I get all the "free time" I want during the day and poor pitiful him gets nothing.
Where can I run and hide for a few days to make him understand? This man of mine is so self confident (bordering on arrogant), always so sure that he is working harder and doing a better job.
It gets really damn annoying after awhile.
He should know better than to mess with a hormonal, sleep deprived pregnant woman after a bad day. Seriously.
(Did I mention I was up with d last night from 12-4? How's that for an on-the-job perk?)
Dare I say - harder than what he does.
No adults to interact with on a daily basis. No closing the door to go to the bathroom. No lunch break. No paycheck. No sleep.
The mind numbing reality of playing blocks for hours on end.
Sure being a mom is great. It's what I've always wanted, but that doesn't mean it's easy.
Is it the hardest job in the world? Nah.
Is it rewarding? Of course.
But, why o WHY does my husband think that I get all the "free time" I want during the day and poor pitiful him gets nothing.
Where can I run and hide for a few days to make him understand? This man of mine is so self confident (bordering on arrogant), always so sure that he is working harder and doing a better job.
It gets really damn annoying after awhile.
He should know better than to mess with a hormonal, sleep deprived pregnant woman after a bad day. Seriously.
(Did I mention I was up with d last night from 12-4? How's that for an on-the-job perk?)
Done.
I am officially done. Christmas shopping that is.
Bought the last one today and all that's left is wrapping. Go me for getting it over with before the dreaded holiday shopping season is upon us.
Bought the last one today and all that's left is wrapping. Go me for getting it over with before the dreaded holiday shopping season is upon us.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Top 10 Worst (unintentional!) Domain names
I saw this on a message board I frequent and I had to copy/paste it. They gave me a tickle. :)
Everyone knows that if you are going to operate a business in today's world you need a domain name. It is advisable to look at the domain name selected as other see it and not just as you think it looks. Failure to do this may result in situations such as the following (legitimate) companies who deal in everyday humdrum products and services but clearly didn't give their domain names enough consideration:
1. A site called 'Who Represents' where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. Their domain name. wait for it. is
www.whorepresents.com
2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at www.expertsexchange.com
3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at
www.penisland.net
4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at
www.therapistfinder.com
5. Then of course, there's the Italian Power Generator company.
www.powergenitalia.com
6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales:
www.molestationnursery.com
7. If you're looking for computer software, there's always
www.ipanywhere.com
8. Welcome to the First Cumming Methodist Church. Their website is
www.cummingfirst.com
9. Then, of course, there's these brainless art designers, and their whacky website:
www.speedofart.com
10. Want to holiday in Lake Tahoe? Try their brochure website at
www.gotahoe.com
Everyone knows that if you are going to operate a business in today's world you need a domain name. It is advisable to look at the domain name selected as other see it and not just as you think it looks. Failure to do this may result in situations such as the following (legitimate) companies who deal in everyday humdrum products and services but clearly didn't give their domain names enough consideration:
1. A site called 'Who Represents' where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. Their domain name. wait for it. is
www.whorepresents.com
2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at www.expertsexchange.com
3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at
www.penisland.net
4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at
www.therapistfinder.com
5. Then of course, there's the Italian Power Generator company.
www.powergenitalia.com
6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales:
www.molestationnursery.com
7. If you're looking for computer software, there's always
www.ipanywhere.com
8. Welcome to the First Cumming Methodist Church. Their website is
www.cummingfirst.com
9. Then, of course, there's these brainless art designers, and their whacky website:
www.speedofart.com
10. Want to holiday in Lake Tahoe? Try their brochure website at
www.gotahoe.com
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Random thoughts
My parents finally came to visit, even if it was only for 2 days. They watched Dane while we had a (daytime) date. We went out to eat ALONE and actually tasted our food for the first time in 20 months.
We also went to the movies. We have been to the theater exactly 2 times since d was born. It was nice.
Today we are trying to finish our Christmas shopping. I just have my bil and sis, my mil (birthday) and D. (and he has me.)
Hopefully I can get all that finished before the dreaded Black Friday.
We also went to the movies. We have been to the theater exactly 2 times since d was born. It was nice.
Today we are trying to finish our Christmas shopping. I just have my bil and sis, my mil (birthday) and D. (and he has me.)
Hopefully I can get all that finished before the dreaded Black Friday.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
November 8th
Well, the election is over. I am happy, overall, with the way things went. I am disappointed in a few races in my own state, but I do live in the very conservative South, so what did I expect?!
There are a few key amendments in other states that disappoint me as well. Eight states had an amendment on their ballot for banning gay marriage. 7 of the 8 passed it.
Why not let them get married?
I am pleased, however, that in Missouri, an amendment on stem cell research passed. I hear it was close though.
Overall, I don't really trust politicians on either side. Spinmasters!!
I do think it was time for a change though.
There are a few key amendments in other states that disappoint me as well. Eight states had an amendment on their ballot for banning gay marriage. 7 of the 8 passed it.
Why not let them get married?
I am pleased, however, that in Missouri, an amendment on stem cell research passed. I hear it was close though.
Overall, I don't really trust politicians on either side. Spinmasters!!
I do think it was time for a change though.
Monday, November 06, 2006
My public service announcement.
VOTE! Vote, vote, vote!
Seriously people - get out and vote tomorrow.
Well, unless you're a republican. Ah, erhm, just kidding.
Seriously - everybody needs to vote! No matter where you fall on party lines, just go. Vote and be heard.
That is all.
Seriously people - get out and vote tomorrow.
Well, unless you're a republican. Ah, erhm, just kidding.
Seriously - everybody needs to vote! No matter where you fall on party lines, just go. Vote and be heard.
That is all.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween
Well, Halloween went pretty well. d hated wearing his costume and didn't know what the hell was going on so we skipped the trick or treating.
No big loss there. Next year he'll be in to it.
We got rid of all our candy. Thank you neighborhood kids!
That's about all I suppose. Not a lot of updates there...
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In baby news - I feel the baby move but not enough that I'm still not freaked out when I DON'T feel it. I'm sure everything is fine, I'm just a paranoid nut.
I can't eat sugar without throwing up, but I really want to eat it. I am c r a v i n g some cheesecake but I'm already in my pj's and D won't go get it for me. Blah.
My husband has never been like those guys on TV (think Father of the Bride 2) who will run out and get his pg wife whatever she wants. Nope - not my guy.
Oh well, I guess I can buy my own cheesecake. I wonder if any husbands are like those in the movies?
No big loss there. Next year he'll be in to it.
We got rid of all our candy. Thank you neighborhood kids!
That's about all I suppose. Not a lot of updates there...
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In baby news - I feel the baby move but not enough that I'm still not freaked out when I DON'T feel it. I'm sure everything is fine, I'm just a paranoid nut.
I can't eat sugar without throwing up, but I really want to eat it. I am c r a v i n g some cheesecake but I'm already in my pj's and D won't go get it for me. Blah.
My husband has never been like those guys on TV (think Father of the Bride 2) who will run out and get his pg wife whatever she wants. Nope - not my guy.
Oh well, I guess I can buy my own cheesecake. I wonder if any husbands are like those in the movies?
Sunday, October 29, 2006
5 Love Languages
This is the best book ever written. Thank you Ronessa!
If you are pissed at your significant other a lot lately like I seem to be, this book could really help you. Seriously.
Go. Get. It. RightNOW!
WHY are you still reading?! GO!
(The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman)
If you are pissed at your significant other a lot lately like I seem to be, this book could really help you. Seriously.
Go. Get. It. RightNOW!
WHY are you still reading?! GO!
(The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman)
Friday, October 27, 2006
why is my husband so damn annoying?
Seriously!?
I feel so annoyed with him. I'm sure all of you (4 or 5) readers are tired of hearing about my husband. Well, I'm tired of him too. So there.
We have a Halloween party this weekend for my mom's group. A whole family affair. There are going to be about 100 people there. Lots of food, games, prizes. It's 11 -2 on Saturday.
D has a rugby game (what else?!) at 1. He "can't" miss it.
I proposed that he miss it. That was a no go.
So, I proposed that he come at 11 and stay for an hour or so. The field is 5-10 minutes away, he could even come dressed in his gear. It could be his costume. He said he'd see.
Well, at practice Wednesday he conveniently brought home the balls so now he HAS to be there at 11. I am so upset with him.
We missed the last family day because of rugby. I've missed several mother's nights out because of it too.
I am so sick of rugby being so damn important.
If my husband wants to run around with a bunch of out of shape, middle aged men instead of be with us; his family - fine.
Idiot.
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Ok, well now I'm off to do all the chores I have, plus bake & decorate 3 dozen cookies for tomorrow. D had said he would take off early so I could get a little more done today, but now he says he's working overtime.
Will I ever be able to count on him?
I feel so annoyed with him. I'm sure all of you (4 or 5) readers are tired of hearing about my husband. Well, I'm tired of him too. So there.
We have a Halloween party this weekend for my mom's group. A whole family affair. There are going to be about 100 people there. Lots of food, games, prizes. It's 11 -2 on Saturday.
D has a rugby game (what else?!) at 1. He "can't" miss it.
I proposed that he miss it. That was a no go.
So, I proposed that he come at 11 and stay for an hour or so. The field is 5-10 minutes away, he could even come dressed in his gear. It could be his costume. He said he'd see.
Well, at practice Wednesday he conveniently brought home the balls so now he HAS to be there at 11. I am so upset with him.
We missed the last family day because of rugby. I've missed several mother's nights out because of it too.
I am so sick of rugby being so damn important.
If my husband wants to run around with a bunch of out of shape, middle aged men instead of be with us; his family - fine.
Idiot.
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Ok, well now I'm off to do all the chores I have, plus bake & decorate 3 dozen cookies for tomorrow. D had said he would take off early so I could get a little more done today, but now he says he's working overtime.
Will I ever be able to count on him?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Oprah - Monday 10/23
I TiVoed Oprah on Monday and watched it last night. I don't think I've ever blogged about a TV show before, but it was really interesting. It was about mother's all around the world. I can't remember all of the stuff I saw but a few things stood out for me.
1 - Alaska is damn cold. That mother said it sometimes gets to -100. brrrrrr
2 - Norway sounds like a pretty cool place. Mother's there get a YEAR off for maternity leave - PAID! When they go back to work, they get money from the government for childcare. ($100/day or maybe it was a week - can't quite remember.) They also get 20 sick days a year to take care of their kids.
99% of women breastfeed. Wow!
Spanking is highly discouraged, possibly illegal. (didn't quite catch that part)
They aren't however, allowed to name their kids anything that isn't a Swedish name.
3 - The situation in Darfur is tragic and horribly sad. I can't believe I didn't know about this before. The mother's there are incredibly strong.
4 - I could never live in Brazil. I'm sooooooo not hot or skinny enough. :P
In any case, it was a very interesting show. It made me realize that America does not value it's mothers.
1 - Alaska is damn cold. That mother said it sometimes gets to -100. brrrrrr
2 - Norway sounds like a pretty cool place. Mother's there get a YEAR off for maternity leave - PAID! When they go back to work, they get money from the government for childcare. ($100/day or maybe it was a week - can't quite remember.) They also get 20 sick days a year to take care of their kids.
99% of women breastfeed. Wow!
Spanking is highly discouraged, possibly illegal. (didn't quite catch that part)
They aren't however, allowed to name their kids anything that isn't a Swedish name.
3 - The situation in Darfur is tragic and horribly sad. I can't believe I didn't know about this before. The mother's there are incredibly strong.
4 - I could never live in Brazil. I'm sooooooo not hot or skinny enough. :P
In any case, it was a very interesting show. It made me realize that America does not value it's mothers.
Monday, October 23, 2006
I dream of Jeannie
Did you ever think how cool it would be to be able to travel like Jeannie? Those of you who watched that show know that she just crossed her arms and wiggled her nose and she was off to wherever she wanted to go. Or did she blink her eyes? Maybe it was Samantha that wiggled her nose?!
In any case, no 14 hour car rides for her!
As we approach the holiday season, traveling is on my mind. Mostly because we do a lot of it. Since this time last year our travelling schedule has looked like this:
(I included trips over 4 hours only, these are ALL driving except Seattle)
November
Thanksgiving - Missouri
December/January
Christmas & New Years - Texas
April
Easter - Missouri
June
early June - Destin, FL
July
4th of July - Texas
mid July - Missouri
late July - Seattle
Add about a dozen away rugby games and some weekend trips in there and you've got a full schedule! Not to mention the visitors we get in between those times.
August, September & October are usually our slow months where we give up travelling (far) for awhile. It's the only way we can prepare for the madness that is the holiday season.
Now we'll be starting all over again in November with Thanksgiving. Contrary to what it may sound like, I truly don't hate travelling.
It's the packing and driving 8-15 hours and kenneling the pets for a week and the cost and the child who won't sleep that I don't like.
I love seeing (most) family and taking vacations, but since we've had d the process of getting where we're going has gotten a lot more complicated. I can only imagine throwing another baby into the mix isn't going to be making things any easier. Thus the wish that I was like Jeannie.
Thank God for car DVD players !!
In any case, no 14 hour car rides for her!
As we approach the holiday season, traveling is on my mind. Mostly because we do a lot of it. Since this time last year our travelling schedule has looked like this:
(I included trips over 4 hours only, these are ALL driving except Seattle)
November
Thanksgiving - Missouri
December/January
Christmas & New Years - Texas
April
Easter - Missouri
June
early June - Destin, FL
July
4th of July - Texas
mid July - Missouri
late July - Seattle
Add about a dozen away rugby games and some weekend trips in there and you've got a full schedule! Not to mention the visitors we get in between those times.
August, September & October are usually our slow months where we give up travelling (far) for awhile. It's the only way we can prepare for the madness that is the holiday season.
Now we'll be starting all over again in November with Thanksgiving. Contrary to what it may sound like, I truly don't hate travelling.
It's the packing and driving 8-15 hours and kenneling the pets for a week and the cost and the child who won't sleep that I don't like.
I love seeing (most) family and taking vacations, but since we've had d the process of getting where we're going has gotten a lot more complicated. I can only imagine throwing another baby into the mix isn't going to be making things any easier. Thus the wish that I was like Jeannie.
Thank God for car DVD players !!
Friday, October 20, 2006
ho hum
Well, the first trimester is over, and it went fairly quickly even! I am starting to feel better.
The fun part of pregnancy hasn't quite started yet. I worry now because I don't feel sick, and I don't feel baby.
Ok, well, I think sometimes I feel the baby, but it's hard to tell. After all the little blob is only about 3-4 inches crown to rump. Pretty small...
In any case, I can't wait till I can feel some substantial kicks. The worry of being pregnant is rather annoying. After having a miscarriage it is very hard to relax and believe that everything will be alright.
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In other news, my husband is a workaholic. Maybe the fact that his last name is Workman should have tipped me off when I met him. I am working hard to get him to spend more time with Dane and soon the baby too. I remember my dad working ALL the time when I was a kid, and I still don't have a close relationship with him to this day.
I *know* he was doing what he had to do to keep our heads above water, and I don't resent him for it at all. It just is what it is.
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Those of you with husbands older than mine (26); when do they ever grow up?
I mean, he is a responsible person as in he has a great job. He's a homeowner, a car owner, a father and husband.
But, he is still very self centered a lot of the time. I believe he feels that working is his gift to us. (which it is!) It is not, however, all we need. He is selfish with his time outside of work. He does what he wants and assumes I don't have plans. Assumes I will be watching Dane, etc.
He has never said "will you watch d Saturday so I can go play rugby?"
He just assumes.
I, on the other hand, have to specifically ask him to watch d if I have plans. Or if I'm in the bathroom, or shower, or whatever.
When does that kick in? That equal partnership thing. Or does it?
The fun part of pregnancy hasn't quite started yet. I worry now because I don't feel sick, and I don't feel baby.
Ok, well, I think sometimes I feel the baby, but it's hard to tell. After all the little blob is only about 3-4 inches crown to rump. Pretty small...
In any case, I can't wait till I can feel some substantial kicks. The worry of being pregnant is rather annoying. After having a miscarriage it is very hard to relax and believe that everything will be alright.
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In other news, my husband is a workaholic. Maybe the fact that his last name is Workman should have tipped me off when I met him. I am working hard to get him to spend more time with Dane and soon the baby too. I remember my dad working ALL the time when I was a kid, and I still don't have a close relationship with him to this day.
I *know* he was doing what he had to do to keep our heads above water, and I don't resent him for it at all. It just is what it is.
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Those of you with husbands older than mine (26); when do they ever grow up?
I mean, he is a responsible person as in he has a great job. He's a homeowner, a car owner, a father and husband.
But, he is still very self centered a lot of the time. I believe he feels that working is his gift to us. (which it is!) It is not, however, all we need. He is selfish with his time outside of work. He does what he wants and assumes I don't have plans. Assumes I will be watching Dane, etc.
He has never said "will you watch d Saturday so I can go play rugby?"
He just assumes.
I, on the other hand, have to specifically ask him to watch d if I have plans. Or if I'm in the bathroom, or shower, or whatever.
When does that kick in? That equal partnership thing. Or does it?
Monday, October 16, 2006
What will it take?
I *know* I'm lucky to have a husband with a great job, who is kind to me, loves our kid and is handsome as can be.
I know it, but I want something more. I want to feel special and I don't. I haven't in a long time. I don't know how to get through to him that I feel like he is breaking me down by not appreciating me and not doing anything special to make me feel like HE thinks he's lucky too.
I feel really selfish and stupid even writing this because I have a great life. A lot of people would love to trade places I'm sure. I'm just so frustrated with him right now, I can't even think straight.
I think he sees me as financial manager, child care, cook, housekeeper, and the PersonWhoKnowsWhereEverythingIs and PlansTheStuffWeNeedToDo. I want to be his partner. I want to be the person he can't live without, and NOT just because he wouldn't know what day trash day is or where d's shoes go.
I don't think it's all his fault, and maybe my hormones are just exaggerating my feelings right now, but I feel sad.
I've tried to talk to him about it, but he takes it as an attack and we just fight. I just want him to understand, but I don't know how.
Is this the way real life is? Maybe I'm just kidding myself that after 9 years there could still be a little romance.
I know it, but I want something more. I want to feel special and I don't. I haven't in a long time. I don't know how to get through to him that I feel like he is breaking me down by not appreciating me and not doing anything special to make me feel like HE thinks he's lucky too.
I feel really selfish and stupid even writing this because I have a great life. A lot of people would love to trade places I'm sure. I'm just so frustrated with him right now, I can't even think straight.
I think he sees me as financial manager, child care, cook, housekeeper, and the PersonWhoKnowsWhereEverythingIs and PlansTheStuffWeNeedToDo. I want to be his partner. I want to be the person he can't live without, and NOT just because he wouldn't know what day trash day is or where d's shoes go.
I don't think it's all his fault, and maybe my hormones are just exaggerating my feelings right now, but I feel sad.
I've tried to talk to him about it, but he takes it as an attack and we just fight. I just want him to understand, but I don't know how.
Is this the way real life is? Maybe I'm just kidding myself that after 9 years there could still be a little romance.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
Is this my new life?
I don't think I would have signed up for this whole parenting thing (certainly not twice!) if I had known what the age of 18 months would be like.
Where is the crystal ball when I need it?
What is so terrifying about being 18 months old that turns a happy, sweet, loving toddler into a demon child with no mercy?!
I didn't know it was going to be like this. Where did my kid go?
How long does this stage last? Can I get some sleeping pills? Or maybe some tranquilizers?
I'm so frazzled by the temper tantrums, easily lasting an hour or more, that I cannot think straight. I am *thisclose* to going insane. Seriously, on the expressway towards CrazyTown Mental Hospital.
It might not be so bad there. Uninterrupted sleep. Food I don't have to cook. No cleaning. No screaming, flailing, horrifying toddler.
It might even be worth the straight jacket.
Where is the crystal ball when I need it?
What is so terrifying about being 18 months old that turns a happy, sweet, loving toddler into a demon child with no mercy?!
I didn't know it was going to be like this. Where did my kid go?
How long does this stage last? Can I get some sleeping pills? Or maybe some tranquilizers?
I'm so frazzled by the temper tantrums, easily lasting an hour or more, that I cannot think straight. I am *thisclose* to going insane. Seriously, on the expressway towards CrazyTown Mental Hospital.
It might not be so bad there. Uninterrupted sleep. Food I don't have to cook. No cleaning. No screaming, flailing, horrifying toddler.
It might even be worth the straight jacket.
Friday, October 06, 2006
I feel a dilemma coming on.
Well, now that I'm pregant again and nearly out of the 1st trimester my mind has turned to labor and delivery once again.
I'm not scared this time, in fact I look forward to most aspects of it. Weird, maybe but the truth.
The problem lies in family. I love them all, but I don't want them to come. *EDIT*
Readers in blog land - what should I do?!
I'm not scared this time, in fact I look forward to most aspects of it. Weird, maybe but the truth.
The problem lies in family. I love them all, but I don't want them to come. *EDIT*
Readers in blog land - what should I do?!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
This is just too weird. If you read my post about Monday's happenings with the mouse, just wait. It gets better. Last night D and I were laying in bed, asleep or almost asleep. It was about 10:30pm. I heard something running through the house.
You know the sound, claws on hard wood floors.
I was thinking to myself that it was probably just the cat, but maybe I should get up (or make D) and see what it is. Before I could something comes flying into our room, D's side of the bed thankfully, screeeeeeeching. A rabbit. A little one, but very much alive and very pissed off thanks to the dumbass cat that brought it in the house to play with it and present it to us.
So, D caught it, but not before Penny did. She managed to crush it a little, so it was a goner. D put it on the back porch along with the #*^@ing cat and we locked up and locked the cat door and went back to bed.
Fast forward to morning, I stumble into the kitchen to get d's sippy and what do I see on the dining room walls, the kitchen walls, ABOVE the table (gag!) and on the dishwasher? blood. Rabbit I assume.
What a nice way to spend a morning. I am so sick of this shit. That cat is pissing me off.
I was all set to get rid of him too, cause frankly, I don't need the stress of a cat bringing me live presents every night. D won't. He loves the cat.
Granted, he's 5 years old and not exactly a beauty queen. He might be hard to unload.
So I guess he stays, but he stays OUT. He's D's problem now.
Can you believe that in less than 48 hours we had 2 different cats bring in 2 different live animals? What kind of messed up rodent world am I living in?!
You know the sound, claws on hard wood floors.
I was thinking to myself that it was probably just the cat, but maybe I should get up (or make D) and see what it is. Before I could something comes flying into our room, D's side of the bed thankfully, screeeeeeeching. A rabbit. A little one, but very much alive and very pissed off thanks to the dumbass cat that brought it in the house to play with it and present it to us.
So, D caught it, but not before Penny did. She managed to crush it a little, so it was a goner. D put it on the back porch along with the #*^@ing cat and we locked up and locked the cat door and went back to bed.
Fast forward to morning, I stumble into the kitchen to get d's sippy and what do I see on the dining room walls, the kitchen walls, ABOVE the table (gag!) and on the dishwasher? blood. Rabbit I assume.
What a nice way to spend a morning. I am so sick of this shit. That cat is pissing me off.
I was all set to get rid of him too, cause frankly, I don't need the stress of a cat bringing me live presents every night. D won't. He loves the cat.
Granted, he's 5 years old and not exactly a beauty queen. He might be hard to unload.
So I guess he stays, but he stays OUT. He's D's problem now.
Can you believe that in less than 48 hours we had 2 different cats bring in 2 different live animals? What kind of messed up rodent world am I living in?!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
update on Monday
1 - Calvin has a new home with a very nice family who lives on a farm.
2 - Laptop is seriously broken - to the tune of $400-$600. So, desktop it is.
3 - Camera seems to be working again.
4 -d is fine as far as the head goes. However, he is super crabby, and tired and teething. So lots of fun, basically.
2 - Laptop is seriously broken - to the tune of $400-$600. So, desktop it is.
3 - Camera seems to be working again.
4 -d is fine as far as the head goes. However, he is super crabby, and tired and teething. So lots of fun, basically.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Monday blahs
Well, today is definitely a Monday.
Last night I heard the cat (Calvin) and *something* but was too tired to care. The dog was acting weird about her bed, just staring at it. I told her to lay down and she did. Good Dog.
This morning she was walking around the room and I told her to go to bed so she went over to it and just stared at it. I figured that there must be a spider on it or something. I picked up the corner and it was a MOUSE! ALIVE!
I screamed, grabbed the toddler and ran. D caught it in a cup. yuk.
D took a picture of it, in my nice glass. blech.
He took it out to the field and dropped it far away. I don't think it will come back because it didn't get in by itself. The cat brought it in. Alive.
What kind of self respecting cat brings live animals into the house?! He has got to go. D is sick to death of him and I'm not overly fond of finding a feather strewn living room or live mice under the dog bed. Not to mention the locusts. Those things are loud in the middle of the night, and a bitch to catch.
Then, to top it off, after taking a pic of the mouse, the digital camera broke. Gah! I can't survive without it. (and the laptop broke last week. o how will I survive?)
THEN d fell off the bed and has a H U G E goose egg on his forehead. *sigh*
It is definitely Monday.
Last night I heard the cat (Calvin) and *something* but was too tired to care. The dog was acting weird about her bed, just staring at it. I told her to lay down and she did. Good Dog.
This morning she was walking around the room and I told her to go to bed so she went over to it and just stared at it. I figured that there must be a spider on it or something. I picked up the corner and it was a MOUSE! ALIVE!
I screamed, grabbed the toddler and ran. D caught it in a cup. yuk.
D took a picture of it, in my nice glass. blech.
He took it out to the field and dropped it far away. I don't think it will come back because it didn't get in by itself. The cat brought it in. Alive.
What kind of self respecting cat brings live animals into the house?! He has got to go. D is sick to death of him and I'm not overly fond of finding a feather strewn living room or live mice under the dog bed. Not to mention the locusts. Those things are loud in the middle of the night, and a bitch to catch.
Then, to top it off, after taking a pic of the mouse, the digital camera broke. Gah! I can't survive without it. (and the laptop broke last week. o how will I survive?)
THEN d fell off the bed and has a H U G E goose egg on his forehead. *sigh*
It is definitely Monday.
Monday, September 25, 2006
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alone at last...
Having visitors is always tiring. MIL & FIL were here this weekend and left this morning.
I felt so sick this weekend that it was hard to be a good hostess.
Also, MIL makes me so nervous. She's always hovering and watching and commenting...
I wish she would just relax!! She is in "mother" mode and tries to be Dane's mother. Which, honestly, annoys me a bit because that job is already taken.
I wish she could just relax and be the grandma. Let us do the parenting. I think she would enjoy her visits a lot more if she could take on the grandparent role.
Maybe in time...
Dane had fun with them I think. He cried and was scared at first, but warmed up pretty quickly and played with them. (they brought presents!!)
He even seemed sad to see them go. Definitely the first time he's ever shown that much emotion to anyone other than us. It was kind of nice to see him warm up to other adults.
I never had a really great bond with any of my grandparents and I would like that for him.
I felt so sick this weekend that it was hard to be a good hostess.
Also, MIL makes me so nervous. She's always hovering and watching and commenting...
I wish she would just relax!! She is in "mother" mode and tries to be Dane's mother. Which, honestly, annoys me a bit because that job is already taken.
I wish she could just relax and be the grandma. Let us do the parenting. I think she would enjoy her visits a lot more if she could take on the grandparent role.
Maybe in time...
Dane had fun with them I think. He cried and was scared at first, but warmed up pretty quickly and played with them. (they brought presents!!)
He even seemed sad to see them go. Definitely the first time he's ever shown that much emotion to anyone other than us. It was kind of nice to see him warm up to other adults.
I never had a really great bond with any of my grandparents and I would like that for him.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Just a petty little vent
I'm annoyed today. d can obviously tell, as he's been screaming at me all morning. (when will those damn molars pop?!)
My parents and the IL's are all supposed to be coming here for Big Spring Jam, which is this big concert weekend. Anyway, we already bought all the tickets (they are cheaper in advance) and my parents were going to be here TONIGHT and they just called and can't (aren't) coming. I, of course, cried on the phone when they told me. (I cry over everything these days though...)
The in laws are still coming of course. *sigh* It's not that I don't want to see them, it's just that I wanted my parents to be here too. I suppose it will be easier for me in the long run since that's two less people to take care of, but my mom is usually a much bigger help than most people.
Of course, I've already fixed up both guest rooms and cleaned the whole house so I'm rather annoyed.
Sheesh
My parents and the IL's are all supposed to be coming here for Big Spring Jam, which is this big concert weekend. Anyway, we already bought all the tickets (they are cheaper in advance) and my parents were going to be here TONIGHT and they just called and can't (aren't) coming. I, of course, cried on the phone when they told me. (I cry over everything these days though...)
The in laws are still coming of course. *sigh* It's not that I don't want to see them, it's just that I wanted my parents to be here too. I suppose it will be easier for me in the long run since that's two less people to take care of, but my mom is usually a much bigger help than most people.
Of course, I've already fixed up both guest rooms and cleaned the whole house so I'm rather annoyed.
Sheesh
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
9 years
Today is the anniversary of D & I's first date. 9 years ago today I was on my first date with him and we've been together ever since.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
the grind
Life goes on as normal. Nothing particularly exciting has been happening around here.
A few things I had forgotten about being pregnant:
1) Food tastes a lot better going down than coming up.
2) Your (my) husband does not give you a break. He doesn't think gestating is a chore.
3) Toddlers don't know that throwing up is not a funny new game mama invented.
4) The world doesn't stop so you can take a nap.
5) Last but not least, I had forgotten how much the first trimester bites:
bloating, puking, exhaustion and general chubbiness (the kind where your clothes don't fit but your maternity clothes still swallow you)
The second trimester is so much better. Baby kicks and belly rubs and the BIG ultrasound. 2 more weeks, and I'm there. Second trimester - here I come!
A few things I had forgotten about being pregnant:
1) Food tastes a lot better going down than coming up.
2) Your (my) husband does not give you a break. He doesn't think gestating is a chore.
3) Toddlers don't know that throwing up is not a funny new game mama invented.
4) The world doesn't stop so you can take a nap.
5) Last but not least, I had forgotten how much the first trimester bites:
bloating, puking, exhaustion and general chubbiness (the kind where your clothes don't fit but your maternity clothes still swallow you)
The second trimester is so much better. Baby kicks and belly rubs and the BIG ultrasound. 2 more weeks, and I'm there. Second trimester - here I come!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Just another day in paradise
Some days I wonder what I've gotten myself into. Dane screamed at me nonstop for at least 30 minutes and any parent with a toddler knows how much longer that can feel. Especially when it's the ear.piercing.screaming.
thatmakesyouwanttojumpoutthewindow!
Then he fell asleep. Wore himself out I guess.
The only problem is that it's 4pm. So I think bedtime is going to be majorly screwed up.
Other than that, I'm seriously considering dumping all the pets. (by dumping I mean finding them all really nice homes. Somewhere else.)
The damn dog has fleas. How that continues to happen with all the posion I dump on her every month is beyond me. Beyond that she smells and sheds EVERYWHERE! She is good dog, but I am not feeling loving toward the pets these days. The cat growls at me and d and only loves D. The kitten has worms. He is banished outside till I can get to the vet. If the kitten would quit killing birds at 3am and eating them all. over. the. house. so that we wake up to feathers (what a treat!) maybe he wouldn't get worms.
So basically, I'm annoyed with the boy. I'm annoyed with the pets. And needless to say, I am annoyed with D for the sole reason that he gets to leave the house everyday. Alone. And he leaves everything else to me.
Ok, that's not the sole reason. He is just plain annoying me.
d is in a new phase. He thinks it's funny to pull my hair, kick me or smack me in the face. Where he gets this I don't know. Today I did something that I don't do. I lost my patience and slapped his hand. Which, of course, he laughed at. And then hit me back. Serves me right. What did I expect to teach him by telling him not to hit and then hitting him? I know that, and yet it didn't stop me.
We are not a hitting family. That is not the way we've chosen to discipline. We don't hit each other.
Except now I've taught him to hit.
Good job mom. Way to go.
These pregnancy hormones are killing me. I am impatient, depressed, tired, and just, something. Gah. I can't remember this 1st trimester torture with Dane. Selective memory perhaps?
I feel like I should be happy to be pregnant. I have everything I've ever wanted. (except size 8 pants, but that's neither here nor there)
So why do I feel like this? Hell if I know.
thatmakesyouwanttojumpoutthewindow!
Then he fell asleep. Wore himself out I guess.
The only problem is that it's 4pm. So I think bedtime is going to be majorly screwed up.
Other than that, I'm seriously considering dumping all the pets. (by dumping I mean finding them all really nice homes. Somewhere else.)
The damn dog has fleas. How that continues to happen with all the posion I dump on her every month is beyond me. Beyond that she smells and sheds EVERYWHERE! She is good dog, but I am not feeling loving toward the pets these days. The cat growls at me and d and only loves D. The kitten has worms. He is banished outside till I can get to the vet. If the kitten would quit killing birds at 3am and eating them all. over. the. house. so that we wake up to feathers (what a treat!) maybe he wouldn't get worms.
So basically, I'm annoyed with the boy. I'm annoyed with the pets. And needless to say, I am annoyed with D for the sole reason that he gets to leave the house everyday. Alone. And he leaves everything else to me.
Ok, that's not the sole reason. He is just plain annoying me.
d is in a new phase. He thinks it's funny to pull my hair, kick me or smack me in the face. Where he gets this I don't know. Today I did something that I don't do. I lost my patience and slapped his hand. Which, of course, he laughed at. And then hit me back. Serves me right. What did I expect to teach him by telling him not to hit and then hitting him? I know that, and yet it didn't stop me.
We are not a hitting family. That is not the way we've chosen to discipline. We don't hit each other.
Except now I've taught him to hit.
Good job mom. Way to go.
These pregnancy hormones are killing me. I am impatient, depressed, tired, and just, something. Gah. I can't remember this 1st trimester torture with Dane. Selective memory perhaps?
I feel like I should be happy to be pregnant. I have everything I've ever wanted. (except size 8 pants, but that's neither here nor there)
So why do I feel like this? Hell if I know.
Monday, September 11, 2006
:)
We saw a heartbeat! A teeny tiny little blobby bean and a heartbeat! I'm relieved and happy. And yes, there is just one. ;)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
NO!
Why is it so hard for me to say no? It doesn't matter to who. Or for what.
In general, I just have a hard time saying no. If I do say no, then I feel guilty. Even after 9 years with D, saying no to him makes me feel bad. Guilty. Like a bad wife.
Where does this come from?! I am entitled to my feelings. No is not a bad word.
I think, in general, I am a people pleaser. I can talk a good game, but when confrontation stares me in the face I will back down 98% of the time.
I'll admit that I have gotten better since d was born. I can stand up for him most of the time, even if I can't stand up for myself. That is a start.
I need to accept that it is okay to have my feelings and say no if I don't want to do something. If I say no like I mean it then that is it. No guilting me into something I don't truly want to do.
Honestly, D is horrible about this. I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or what, but lately he has been falling short of stellar husband material. Granted, I have been a bit, er, snappy with him lately but I think he deserves it. (at least in my pregnant state of mind. I can be a real witch in the 1st trimester)
Perhaps I haven't quite forgiven him for the birthday fiasco, but he is just irritating me.
Without giving too many details, when he wants something and I don't feel like it and say no, that should be enough. He doesn't get it. He fusses at me till I feel so guilty I give in. Bitterly. Resentfully.
He doesn't understand that I am tired and feel like puking about 85% of the day. That all sorts of parts of me are sore and stretched and bloated. (and I'm barely pg!)
I must get through to him that when I say no, I mean no. No guilting me.
Next time maybe I'll just puke on him instead.
In general, I just have a hard time saying no. If I do say no, then I feel guilty. Even after 9 years with D, saying no to him makes me feel bad. Guilty. Like a bad wife.
Where does this come from?! I am entitled to my feelings. No is not a bad word.
I think, in general, I am a people pleaser. I can talk a good game, but when confrontation stares me in the face I will back down 98% of the time.
I'll admit that I have gotten better since d was born. I can stand up for him most of the time, even if I can't stand up for myself. That is a start.
I need to accept that it is okay to have my feelings and say no if I don't want to do something. If I say no like I mean it then that is it. No guilting me into something I don't truly want to do.
Honestly, D is horrible about this. I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or what, but lately he has been falling short of stellar husband material. Granted, I have been a bit, er, snappy with him lately but I think he deserves it. (at least in my pregnant state of mind. I can be a real witch in the 1st trimester)
Perhaps I haven't quite forgiven him for the birthday fiasco, but he is just irritating me.
Without giving too many details, when he wants something and I don't feel like it and say no, that should be enough. He doesn't get it. He fusses at me till I feel so guilty I give in. Bitterly. Resentfully.
He doesn't understand that I am tired and feel like puking about 85% of the day. That all sorts of parts of me are sore and stretched and bloated. (and I'm barely pg!)
I must get through to him that when I say no, I mean no. No guilting me.
Next time maybe I'll just puke on him instead.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Dude!
From : http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/
Confession #652
Dear Husband,I know you read this website and I'm hoping you are reading this confession right now. This one really IS mine.You are an amazing father. I tell you that all the time and you say, "But I'm a daddy, it's my job!" And I tell you that most husbands I know don't do half of the things you do and you say, "But why? Why'd they have kids in the first place if they weren't going to help out? They're missing out on their children's lives!!" Even writing what you said makes me smile because you really have no clue what a sweetie you are. Most guys aren't raised to believe the daddy has to do more than be a sperm donor and occasionally, "babysit" their own kids. I don't know what went right with you, but kudos to whomever schooled you on what it means to be a real man.I just wish you'd really believe that you are King Stud Man and A Number One Daddy of the Century. But you shrug and say, "It's no big deal, I like being a dad." I don't know many husbands who have ALWAYS gotten up with the baby and toddlers overnight because the wife has a hard time falling back to sleep once woken up and the husband can fall asleep easily. He'd rather his wife was well rested because he knows what a hard job being a stay at home mom is. Even tho he works full time and has intense pressures at work. Yeah, honey, that's very very rare. And you've been on "night duty" for years now and never and will be again once the baby comes and you have never complained once and never will. You'll stagger around in a stupor and still say, "Sleep deprivation doesn't bother me."I don't know many husbands who would come home to a wife sprawled out on the couch with no dinner prepared because she's too sick and drained from being pregnant and grab the kids and say, "Come on, let's make dinner for Mommy tonight!" And do that night after night after night. And never complain- not once. Instead, you say, "You're pregnant. You're making our next child. You're only job is to make sure you feel ok."And you're not a con artist. You aren't boinking some floozy on the side. You're this big lovable nerd who truly loves being married and being a dad. I think you need to be in a museum where women could owe and aha over you and ask if you could be cloned. You cook, you clean toilets, you do home repair, you tell me to get out of the house for "me time" whenever I want and you never never never complain. You loved me thin and now love me fat because as you say, "I fell in love with YOU, not your clothing size."Ok, so you're not romantic in the traditional sense. You don't send chocolates and flowers and sweep me off my feet with poetry or whatnot. But when I say I'm bored with the kitchen floor, you will retile the floor without hesitation. That's your version of romantic and honey, I'll take it!So what's my confession? Not because of anything you do or say, but I fear you will find someone who is better than me. A Victoria Secret model who can cook gourmet meals and actually enjoys keeping the house spotless while wearing short skirts with no panties. She never forgets to send your mother a birthday present and always wears makeup and loves giving oral sex nightly.Instead you got me. You unlucky bastard. And I have to believe you work as hard as you do for us because you truly love me. But sometimes, I wonder why. Sometimes I fear I'm not good enough and don't deserve you. Then sometimes I tell myself to shut the hell up and just enjoy this incredible experience. I got lucky. I just wish I could give back to you what you give to me and to our family. I will make an effort to show my appreciation more. You deserve more Me Time and Sleep Time and Cooked Dinner Time yourself.You rock, Stud Man. You rock hard. Never ever forget that. We love you.
That is one lucky wife.
Confession #652
Dear Husband,I know you read this website and I'm hoping you are reading this confession right now. This one really IS mine.You are an amazing father. I tell you that all the time and you say, "But I'm a daddy, it's my job!" And I tell you that most husbands I know don't do half of the things you do and you say, "But why? Why'd they have kids in the first place if they weren't going to help out? They're missing out on their children's lives!!" Even writing what you said makes me smile because you really have no clue what a sweetie you are. Most guys aren't raised to believe the daddy has to do more than be a sperm donor and occasionally, "babysit" their own kids. I don't know what went right with you, but kudos to whomever schooled you on what it means to be a real man.I just wish you'd really believe that you are King Stud Man and A Number One Daddy of the Century. But you shrug and say, "It's no big deal, I like being a dad." I don't know many husbands who have ALWAYS gotten up with the baby and toddlers overnight because the wife has a hard time falling back to sleep once woken up and the husband can fall asleep easily. He'd rather his wife was well rested because he knows what a hard job being a stay at home mom is. Even tho he works full time and has intense pressures at work. Yeah, honey, that's very very rare. And you've been on "night duty" for years now and never and will be again once the baby comes and you have never complained once and never will. You'll stagger around in a stupor and still say, "Sleep deprivation doesn't bother me."I don't know many husbands who would come home to a wife sprawled out on the couch with no dinner prepared because she's too sick and drained from being pregnant and grab the kids and say, "Come on, let's make dinner for Mommy tonight!" And do that night after night after night. And never complain- not once. Instead, you say, "You're pregnant. You're making our next child. You're only job is to make sure you feel ok."And you're not a con artist. You aren't boinking some floozy on the side. You're this big lovable nerd who truly loves being married and being a dad. I think you need to be in a museum where women could owe and aha over you and ask if you could be cloned. You cook, you clean toilets, you do home repair, you tell me to get out of the house for "me time" whenever I want and you never never never complain. You loved me thin and now love me fat because as you say, "I fell in love with YOU, not your clothing size."Ok, so you're not romantic in the traditional sense. You don't send chocolates and flowers and sweep me off my feet with poetry or whatnot. But when I say I'm bored with the kitchen floor, you will retile the floor without hesitation. That's your version of romantic and honey, I'll take it!So what's my confession? Not because of anything you do or say, but I fear you will find someone who is better than me. A Victoria Secret model who can cook gourmet meals and actually enjoys keeping the house spotless while wearing short skirts with no panties. She never forgets to send your mother a birthday present and always wears makeup and loves giving oral sex nightly.Instead you got me. You unlucky bastard. And I have to believe you work as hard as you do for us because you truly love me. But sometimes, I wonder why. Sometimes I fear I'm not good enough and don't deserve you. Then sometimes I tell myself to shut the hell up and just enjoy this incredible experience. I got lucky. I just wish I could give back to you what you give to me and to our family. I will make an effort to show my appreciation more. You deserve more Me Time and Sleep Time and Cooked Dinner Time yourself.You rock, Stud Man. You rock hard. Never ever forget that. We love you.
That is one lucky wife.
emotions
Last night I was watching the news and there was a special on the September 11th widows. I watched the whole thing in tears. D thought I was losing it because I was so emotional.
I switch from bitch to baby in seconds.
Monday, 9-11, is my ultrasound. Only a few more days.
D has a rugby game tonight. It's not till 8 so I won't get to go since Squishy will be sleeping.
Another player broke his leg in 2 places and fractured his ankle. It makes me very nervous about D playing. There is, of course, no stopping him. We've discussed that if he gets seriously hurt, he's done - for good.
I switch from bitch to baby in seconds.
Monday, 9-11, is my ultrasound. Only a few more days.
D has a rugby game tonight. It's not till 8 so I won't get to go since Squishy will be sleeping.
Another player broke his leg in 2 places and fractured his ankle. It makes me very nervous about D playing. There is, of course, no stopping him. We've discussed that if he gets seriously hurt, he's done - for good.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
redemption
I recieved 2 dozen beautiful roses yesterday. Yellow, white, orange, pink and red. Redemption for sure. :)
I don't know what's wrong with me. I read emails, news and watch commercials and tear up. I am feeling like crying at little stupid things.
I guess the hormones are really throwing me off.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I read emails, news and watch commercials and tear up. I am feeling like crying at little stupid things.
I guess the hormones are really throwing me off.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
If you want something done right...
Do it yourself! Apparently this now extends to birthday presents.
I went out and bought myself the perfect chain that looks like it belongs on me instead of Mr. T and a birthday cake and the *good* ice cream.
Now that's how you do a birthday. How is that so hard?
I went out and bought myself the perfect chain that looks like it belongs on me instead of Mr. T and a birthday cake and the *good* ice cream.
Now that's how you do a birthday. How is that so hard?
$8
Eight dollars. That's how much my present cost. E I G H T dollars. seriously...
He says there are flowers coming today. Yeah, there better be mister.
I know it's part hormones, but eight dollars!?
He says there are flowers coming today. Yeah, there better be mister.
I know it's part hormones, but eight dollars!?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Happy Freaking Birthday
Well, my birthday present from D was less than stellar. I think I hurt his feelings, but after 9 years it's almost like he doesn't know me at all.
I finally had to ask for my present around 8pm, since I was tired and no sign of it. He had put it in my jewelry box 3 days ago. Oops. I haven't worn any in that long I guess.
Background:
About 3 weeks ago, my favorite chain broke. It was super thin, 14 k gold and the *perfect* length. I always wore it with my absolute favorite charm, a gold fancy script D that D had given me for Mother's Day.
I've been meaning to replace the chain myself so that I could find the right one, and didn't consider asking for it for my birthday as it was just a replacement, and in my opinion, not a suitable present.
Back to the story at hand:
He got me a gold chain to replace the one that broke. NOT the perfect, thin, 14 k gold one I would have chosen. (he was WITH ME when we picked it out the first time, btw)
It's a rope chain. Fat. And cheap looking. Not at all the kind to wear with a beautiful delicate pendant. It's fine I suppose to wear by itself though.
I almost started crying. (could be the hormones?)
His reasoning for picking this one over a thinner one that he knew I would love? It was cheaper. He actually said those words to me. "Well, this one was cheaper." I am almost crying RIGHT NOW just thinking about it because to me he was saying that this is all I'm worth to him.
AND that's a l l he got me. That's it. He said he wanted to bake a cake -but hey genius - the oven broke on Sunday. AND he didn't want to buy one ready-made because - you guessed it: they are not cheap. Not practical and all that.
Tip to any man that is reading at this moment: If you want to be a cheapskate don't do it on your (pregnant) wife's birthday. It could be hazardous to your health not to mention the health of your marriage and your wife's personality (towards you).
So, to recap, cheap present and no cake. Happy Birthday to me.
I finally had to ask for my present around 8pm, since I was tired and no sign of it. He had put it in my jewelry box 3 days ago. Oops. I haven't worn any in that long I guess.
Background:
About 3 weeks ago, my favorite chain broke. It was super thin, 14 k gold and the *perfect* length. I always wore it with my absolute favorite charm, a gold fancy script D that D had given me for Mother's Day.
I've been meaning to replace the chain myself so that I could find the right one, and didn't consider asking for it for my birthday as it was just a replacement, and in my opinion, not a suitable present.
Back to the story at hand:
He got me a gold chain to replace the one that broke. NOT the perfect, thin, 14 k gold one I would have chosen. (he was WITH ME when we picked it out the first time, btw)
It's a rope chain. Fat. And cheap looking. Not at all the kind to wear with a beautiful delicate pendant. It's fine I suppose to wear by itself though.
I almost started crying. (could be the hormones?)
His reasoning for picking this one over a thinner one that he knew I would love? It was cheaper. He actually said those words to me. "Well, this one was cheaper." I am almost crying RIGHT NOW just thinking about it because to me he was saying that this is all I'm worth to him.
AND that's a l l he got me. That's it. He said he wanted to bake a cake -but hey genius - the oven broke on Sunday. AND he didn't want to buy one ready-made because - you guessed it: they are not cheap. Not practical and all that.
Tip to any man that is reading at this moment: If you want to be a cheapskate don't do it on your (pregnant) wife's birthday. It could be hazardous to your health not to mention the health of your marriage and your wife's personality (towards you).
So, to recap, cheap present and no cake. Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me!
It's my 25th birthday today. Actually in about 30 minutes. I was born at noon on Labor Day exactly 25 years ago. I can't believe I'm halfway to 50!
S0 far I haven't seen a gift from D, but I'm sure it's coming. I predict I'll get flowers today and a necklace or something. Probably tulips to be exact.
The morning (all day) sickness seemed to get better a bit over the weekend, but last night - watch out! I was sooo sick. And this morning. I'm either eating or feeling like throwing up. blah!
I haven't done anything around here today. Ok, I've watched Dane, fed the animals and done a little laundry, but other than that...
I feel sick and it's my birthday so I think I'm entitled to a very lazy day - right?
S0 far I haven't seen a gift from D, but I'm sure it's coming. I predict I'll get flowers today and a necklace or something. Probably tulips to be exact.
The morning (all day) sickness seemed to get better a bit over the weekend, but last night - watch out! I was sooo sick. And this morning. I'm either eating or feeling like throwing up. blah!
I haven't done anything around here today. Ok, I've watched Dane, fed the animals and done a little laundry, but other than that...
I feel sick and it's my birthday so I think I'm entitled to a very lazy day - right?
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
what the hell?! or Oompa Loompa Part 2
My clothes still don't fit. Bloat seems to be gone, and I've actually lost 2 lbs. But I still can't button my freaking pants.
And no, I'm not on a diet, but when you feel sick alot, eating is sporadic and almost nothing sounds good.
So - I guess that the world will notice a little sooner that I'm pregnant this time. Problem is that I really just look fatter, not pregnant. I forgot how annoying the first trimester can be. lol
Please don't misunderstand, I want nothing more than to be pregnant right now. I would gladly take anything this pgncy throws at me. I am just stupified that my clothes don't fit at a few days short of 7 weeks and more than a little terrified of getting H U G E (again) this time around.
And no, I'm not on a diet, but when you feel sick alot, eating is sporadic and almost nothing sounds good.
So - I guess that the world will notice a little sooner that I'm pregnant this time. Problem is that I really just look fatter, not pregnant. I forgot how annoying the first trimester can be. lol
Please don't misunderstand, I want nothing more than to be pregnant right now. I would gladly take anything this pgncy throws at me. I am just stupified that my clothes don't fit at a few days short of 7 weeks and more than a little terrified of getting H U G E (again) this time around.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
a bean
This week the heart starts beating. It's amazing how fast the baby grows at this point. He/she is only about 5mm at this point, the size of a lentil bean. Hard to believe something that small could make you so sick!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Oompa Loompa
Well, I am barely getting into this pregnancy and I am already blowing up like a whale. I am astonished that I feel so big already. I *know* you often get bigger sooner with your 2nd pregnancy, but this is ridiculous. I'm only 5 weeks!
Is it bloat? Baby? (seriously doubt that one, as baby is about the size of a grain of rice right now!)
Embarassingly, I am starting out this pregnancy about 20 lbs heavier than I was with Dane. That alone is disturbing. I gained 50 lbs with him and lost it easily, but somehow gained back about 20 lbs or so since my miscarriage in January. That seems to be the gaining point in my mind anyhow. Regardless, I'm heavier than I was and I do NOT plan on putting on as much as I did with Dane. I can't diet of course, and I haven't been great about food choices so far, but I vow to get better. Blog readers - you heard it here. I will eat healthier if it kills me. :)
I actually tried on a pair of pants for church this morning and THEY DIDN'T FIT! I can hear MIL's voice in my head already. *sigh* She was constantly asking me last time how much weight I'd gained. I swear I wanted to ask her the same, but somehow held my tongue. I'm not sure I can go through that again quietly.
If you know me IRL, don't be surprised if I look like one of Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompa's the next time you see me.
Is it bloat? Baby? (seriously doubt that one, as baby is about the size of a grain of rice right now!)
Embarassingly, I am starting out this pregnancy about 20 lbs heavier than I was with Dane. That alone is disturbing. I gained 50 lbs with him and lost it easily, but somehow gained back about 20 lbs or so since my miscarriage in January. That seems to be the gaining point in my mind anyhow. Regardless, I'm heavier than I was and I do NOT plan on putting on as much as I did with Dane. I can't diet of course, and I haven't been great about food choices so far, but I vow to get better. Blog readers - you heard it here. I will eat healthier if it kills me. :)
I actually tried on a pair of pants for church this morning and THEY DIDN'T FIT! I can hear MIL's voice in my head already. *sigh* She was constantly asking me last time how much weight I'd gained. I swear I wanted to ask her the same, but somehow held my tongue. I'm not sure I can go through that again quietly.
If you know me IRL, don't be surprised if I look like one of Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompa's the next time you see me.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Am I going crazy yet?
22 more days...
To pass the time I've been napping and feeling like throwing up. All in good fun. ha!
To pass the time I've been napping and feeling like throwing up. All in good fun. ha!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Ignorance is bliss
I am embarassed to admit that I don't watch the news anymore. Not only do I not have much time, but I don't have much interest either.
I pick up pieces here and there from message boards and the internet and my mother, whose favorite site is this. Entertaining.
I don't tune in though to the local or national news 98% of the time. I know I should. I feel like an ostrich with my head in the sand. I'll admit that I just feel happier about life and can live in ignorance when I pretend that the news doesn't exist.
On one hand, I want to be informed. Passionate. An advocate for change with brilliant ideas and a keen understanding of foreign and domestic affairs.
On the other hand, that's a lot of damn work. Plus, it's depressing and then I might have to take off my rose colored glasses.
I pick up pieces here and there from message boards and the internet and my mother, whose favorite site is this. Entertaining.
I don't tune in though to the local or national news 98% of the time. I know I should. I feel like an ostrich with my head in the sand. I'll admit that I just feel happier about life and can live in ignorance when I pretend that the news doesn't exist.
On one hand, I want to be informed. Passionate. An advocate for change with brilliant ideas and a keen understanding of foreign and domestic affairs.
On the other hand, that's a lot of damn work. Plus, it's depressing and then I might have to take off my rose colored glasses.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
bored toddler
I'm starting to be at a loss with Squishy. I don't know what to do with him some days. He gets bored easily and doesn't seem interested in his toys much anymore. We rotate them regularly, but it doesn't seem to really help.
I feel like a bad mama many days because he is bored and I feel like I should be teaching him something.
We've started using starfall and he adores it, but you can only do that so long. My kindergarteners always loved that site too.
He wants to watch TV, and this show, BoohBah, is his fave. I hate it. It is ridiculous and pointless, yet he goes around the house singing Baaah Booooh all day long. If I dare say BoohBah he runs and gets the TV remote and wants to watch it RIGHTNOW!
He's only seen it 4 or 5 times, yet he is hooked. It's a conspiracy, like Chimpokeman on that episode of South Park. ha!
This lazy mama needs some ideas on what to do with her kid. Is he too young for finger paint? He likes to color, on the walls especially.
He likes to be outside but it's sodamnhot that I don't want to go out much.
Hmmm, I've got to think of something.
I feel like a bad mama many days because he is bored and I feel like I should be teaching him something.
We've started using starfall and he adores it, but you can only do that so long. My kindergarteners always loved that site too.
He wants to watch TV, and this show, BoohBah, is his fave. I hate it. It is ridiculous and pointless, yet he goes around the house singing Baaah Booooh all day long. If I dare say BoohBah he runs and gets the TV remote and wants to watch it RIGHTNOW!
He's only seen it 4 or 5 times, yet he is hooked. It's a conspiracy, like Chimpokeman on that episode of South Park. ha!
This lazy mama needs some ideas on what to do with her kid. Is he too young for finger paint? He likes to color, on the walls especially.
He likes to be outside but it's sodamnhot that I don't want to go out much.
Hmmm, I've got to think of something.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Holy Moly!
My hcg at 12 days past ovulation was 133. My progesterone level was "fine" - she didn't give me a number.
According to this that is a bit high for a normal singleton pregnancy. Note that their chart starts at 14 days past ovulation which is 2 days later then my draw.
I keep reading, all over the web:
At 14 DPO, the average HCG level is 48 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 17-119 mIU/ml.
So, I guess twins actually are a possibility. I think I need to go lie down.
Oh, and my first u/s is on Sept 11th, so a little less than a month and we'll know!
According to this that is a bit high for a normal singleton pregnancy. Note that their chart starts at 14 days past ovulation which is 2 days later then my draw.
I keep reading, all over the web:
At 14 DPO, the average HCG level is 48 mIU/ml, with a typical range of 17-119 mIU/ml.
So, I guess twins actually are a possibility. I think I need to go lie down.
Oh, and my first u/s is on Sept 11th, so a little less than a month and we'll know!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
not up to me...
I should get the results from my progesterone and hcg tomorrow. I'm very excited and nervous.
I have been having a LOT of cramping and it makes me OsoNervous. I had some cramping with Dane too, but I don't remember it hurting this bad.
I know that there is nothing I can do. If this pregnancy sticks or not, it's not up to me.
I just have to let go and let God...
I have been having a LOT of cramping and it makes me OsoNervous. I had some cramping with Dane too, but I don't remember it hurting this bad.
I know that there is nothing I can do. If this pregnancy sticks or not, it's not up to me.
I just have to let go and let God...
Friday, August 11, 2006
grrr
Rude Receptionist didn't have Dr call me back yesterday. :/
Have not heard from Dr. NEEED, WANT, Need progesterone and hcg test. They are CLOSED on Fridays and now I have to wait till Monday. agh!
Stupid rude bitch.
vent over
he - now I've calmed down and feel bad for calling her a bitch. She still is one though.
BUT I managed to talk to a nurse and get my bloodwork and prescription for Prometrium after all. :)
Have not heard from Dr. NEEED, WANT, Need progesterone and hcg test. They are CLOSED on Fridays and now I have to wait till Monday. agh!
Stupid rude bitch.
vent over
he - now I've calmed down and feel bad for calling her a bitch. She still is one though.
BUT I managed to talk to a nurse and get my bloodwork and prescription for Prometrium after all. :)
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Guess what? !!
Guess what?
PS - if you know me in real life, this is a secret till I get some bloodwork done. Obviously, I knew some of you would read this and I'm cool with it but D is nervous about sharing, so no telling the parents or IL's. Thank you!
hmmmmm
Yesterday morning and this morning I got very light lines on an internet cheapie test. I don't put a lot of stock in them, and technically I'm not even late yet, but I am a little excited.
3 tests. 3 very light lines.
We'll see what tomorrow brings.
3 tests. 3 very light lines.
We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Seattle - last one - I promise!
On Sunday we went to the SeaFair air and boat show. Then we went to the Flight Museum and then on to a ridiculously long night that started us at the airport in Seattle at around 9 PM and found us at home in Huntsville around 10:30 AM Monday. What an incredibly long night.
Needless to say, we are happy to be home. Seattle was a nice place to visit, but we will not ever be living there by choice. It's nice to be home where half the day does not include waiting in traffic, searching for a place to park and standing in line to do various things. Not to mention there are actual parking lots where you can park *gasp* for FREE! lol
Here is one last pic of Dane in a plane at the Flight Museum.
Needless to say, we are happy to be home. Seattle was a nice place to visit, but we will not ever be living there by choice. It's nice to be home where half the day does not include waiting in traffic, searching for a place to park and standing in line to do various things. Not to mention there are actual parking lots where you can park *gasp* for FREE! lol
Here is one last pic of Dane in a plane at the Flight Museum.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Seattle part four
We went to Mt Rainier National Park today. It was breathtaking. These pictures don't do it's beauty justice.
The falls are Narada Falls. Notice the rainbow.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Seattle part 3
Dane on the hippo at Woodland Park zoo.
Dane amused us and a large number of onlookers by constantly meowing at the "kitty" and calling it to come to him.
Daddy and Dane on the carousel. I do believe that Darren liked it more.
What's that thing?
Look, it's a statue of Daddy!! (just kidding...)
Snoqualmie Falls. Beautiful.
Darren & Dane down on the rocks in front of Snoqualmie Falls. It was a very steep hike down there and even worse back up. It was worth it though.
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So far we've had a nice trip. Sunday is SeaFair (air show) and tomorrow is Mt. Rainier and the Museum of Flight.
I now believe that Darren and I could never peacefully reside here in Seattle, lovely though it is. He does not deal well with traffic. It really ruins his whole day and he generally ends up pissing me off as well, which ruins my day. Our marriage might not survive that sort of daily abuse. lol
We've been eating out daily as we are staying in a motel. Bad for the diet.
Dane is not the best as sitting still, so eating out provides some challenges. I feel like screaming "canIpleaseEATinPEACEforfivefreakingminutes?!" Not so good for the digestion. Dane however, does not seem to notice as he is flirting with all the pretty waitresses. He is quite the ladies man already it seems. I dread the teenage years. I feel rather ill just thinking about it.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Seattle - more pics
Dane & Darren at the Science Center. What's up there?
Ooooh. A big ball!!
A big water gun. Fun. Who's enjoying it more?
The view from the harbor cruise. Very nice.
All in all, Seattle has been fun thus far. We'll be here till Sunday, so stay tuned for new pictures.
Seattle
Dane in the music room at the Science Center.
The view from the top!!The Space Needle.
All 3 of us at the top of the Space Needle. What a view!
The Aquarium. Dane loved the octopus!!
This room at the aquarium was like an inverted fish bowl. Very cool.
Starfish in one of the touch tanks.
Darren & Dane with the pig in front of the Pike Place fish market. This was one of our favorite places. 
The Pike Place Market.
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