if we didnt evolve from apes...then why do men have nipples?
take THAT creationism!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Memorial Day
- i love play yard building
- i love planning a party
- i love sunworshipping - even if i am wearing 45 sunblock
- i love rosewood's chocolate chocolate and mint chip ice cream - courtesy of the Walshe's
- i love deviled eggs - courtesy of Mrs. Mentz - they are super spectacular - 1 ate 5
- i love my naked tan daughter - who pooped on the deck
- i love my sweaty, 16 pound meatloaf of a son
- i love vodka tonics - and not nursing
- i love the buzz in the house - in the air - the day of a party
- i love the 9.99 elephant pool that i got at target
- i love the swingset that the Doctah bought the kids that my GORGEOUS FABULOUS husband put together with his bare hands for 17 hours this holiday weekend
- i love my friends and their husbands and their children...im very lucky
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
The Long Way Home
Well I stumbled in the darkness
I'm lost and alone
Though I said I'd go before us
And show the way back home
Is there a light up ahead
I can't hold onto very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home
Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For The highway instead
Watch your back if I should tell
Your loves the only thing I've ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home
You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
I'm your woman
You know you are my pearl
Let's go out past the party lights
We can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
=============================================
so it was about 1:45 and as i was driving from one of my multiple Target trips i put on Norah. i look in the backseat at my darling Boobah who is almost 20 months old and my newbie 11 week old (who concequently is about 16 lbs) and they both look sleepy. norah helps keep them sleepy and since it was close to nap time it was the best choice. i put on track 11...the long way home. and for the first time, in the 1000 + times that ive listened to it, it spoke to me. i dont know why now and never before-but it did. it reminded me of the hundreds of times my husband and i would take the longest way home so we could have just a few more minutes together.
we're coming up on our 15 year anniversary of being 'together'. we met the summer that i graduated high school and he had just completed his first year of college. i fell and fell hard. i loved him from the second i laid eyes on him and haven't stopped. and as i looked in the backseat of my car at our TWO children it throws me back to the days when i used to sit in health sciences class in the overpowering auditorium as a freshman in college and scribble my name over and over, on the back of my 5 subject, with his last name - truly hoping that we'd get married someday. i didnt want children back them but i knew that we'd have them. someday. id always ask him if he thought we'd get married. and he would always say "i hope so, someday".
it amazes me that we are now living SOMEDAY.
we lived with our parents in the summertime and thankfully we only lived about 20 minutes apart. but it was difficult to find any alone time. so we'd go out some nights and just drive. because we had just about no money so there was little else to do. we'd always take the longest way possible home so that we could just be together that much longer. and then after he'd drop me off and go home he'd call me and we'd spend more time together on the phone.
when we were in school, barring any major event, we spent every weekend together - despite the 2 hour drive. he'd come get me and bring me to him or id hop on the bus and enjoy the 4 hour ride. it became easier once i got my own car and could go whenever i wanted. and i did. sometimes not leaving for an entire week and a half. i couldnt bear to part with him. it physically made my chest ache. the best was in the springtime when id get there on fridays there'd be gin and tonics on the front porch of his fraternity. most times we never got my bags out of the car until saturday because we'd just sit and enjoy and were too drunk before we knew it to bother! wed hack, drink, sit in the sun and just enjoy.
i get overwhelmed by the memories sometimes and they make me cry. not in a sad way. but i realize how truly and unbelievably lucky we are to have each other. how much a part of each others lives we are and always have been. i truly dont remember anything before him. bits and pieces of a pretty crappy childhood and a pissy adolescence but other that nothing. it's been so long i dont remember a time before him...and quite honestly...im thankful. he's always been there to ground me and to be my anchor. to be my true love...
im so glad to have our stories...and i look forward to telling them to our two adorable children again and again. and to reminice with my husband and get teary eyed every time that we do.
I'm lost and alone
Though I said I'd go before us
And show the way back home
Is there a light up ahead
I can't hold onto very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home
Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For The highway instead
Watch your back if I should tell
Your loves the only thing I've ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home
You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
I'm your woman
You know you are my pearl
Let's go out past the party lights
We can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
=============================================
so it was about 1:45 and as i was driving from one of my multiple Target trips i put on Norah. i look in the backseat at my darling Boobah who is almost 20 months old and my newbie 11 week old (who concequently is about 16 lbs) and they both look sleepy. norah helps keep them sleepy and since it was close to nap time it was the best choice. i put on track 11...the long way home. and for the first time, in the 1000 + times that ive listened to it, it spoke to me. i dont know why now and never before-but it did. it reminded me of the hundreds of times my husband and i would take the longest way home so we could have just a few more minutes together.
we're coming up on our 15 year anniversary of being 'together'. we met the summer that i graduated high school and he had just completed his first year of college. i fell and fell hard. i loved him from the second i laid eyes on him and haven't stopped. and as i looked in the backseat of my car at our TWO children it throws me back to the days when i used to sit in health sciences class in the overpowering auditorium as a freshman in college and scribble my name over and over, on the back of my 5 subject, with his last name - truly hoping that we'd get married someday. i didnt want children back them but i knew that we'd have them. someday. id always ask him if he thought we'd get married. and he would always say "i hope so, someday".
it amazes me that we are now living SOMEDAY.
we lived with our parents in the summertime and thankfully we only lived about 20 minutes apart. but it was difficult to find any alone time. so we'd go out some nights and just drive. because we had just about no money so there was little else to do. we'd always take the longest way possible home so that we could just be together that much longer. and then after he'd drop me off and go home he'd call me and we'd spend more time together on the phone.
when we were in school, barring any major event, we spent every weekend together - despite the 2 hour drive. he'd come get me and bring me to him or id hop on the bus and enjoy the 4 hour ride. it became easier once i got my own car and could go whenever i wanted. and i did. sometimes not leaving for an entire week and a half. i couldnt bear to part with him. it physically made my chest ache. the best was in the springtime when id get there on fridays there'd be gin and tonics on the front porch of his fraternity. most times we never got my bags out of the car until saturday because we'd just sit and enjoy and were too drunk before we knew it to bother! wed hack, drink, sit in the sun and just enjoy.
i get overwhelmed by the memories sometimes and they make me cry. not in a sad way. but i realize how truly and unbelievably lucky we are to have each other. how much a part of each others lives we are and always have been. i truly dont remember anything before him. bits and pieces of a pretty crappy childhood and a pissy adolescence but other that nothing. it's been so long i dont remember a time before him...and quite honestly...im thankful. he's always been there to ground me and to be my anchor. to be my true love...
im so glad to have our stories...and i look forward to telling them to our two adorable children again and again. and to reminice with my husband and get teary eyed every time that we do.
Roly Poly
my 11 week old weighs in at approximately 16 lbs...should i be worried? i think he's already on a quest for world domination.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
What You Don't Know...
i read this in a magazine somewhere...it saved me on some days and i love it. i pass it on to you...
1. once you've been up for 49 nights in a row, labor and delivery seem as taxing as a pedicure. don't waste time worrying about the circles etched under your eyes; instead, relish midnight snacks and the occasional catnap.
2. just because your baby is a natural-born nurser doesn't mean your breasts are up for the job. if you can stick it out, your nipples will eventually toughen up, and then the whole thing becomes matter-of-fact. in the meantime, it might help to remember that the world's greatest guitarists started out with more than a few calluses.
3. maternity leave is really, really short. and those first precious months are a time to recuperate. feeding, changing, clothing, and loving a newborn are shockingly all-consuming tasks. so do them proudly, and do little else.
4. i love my babies so much that it scares me.
5. breasts are remarkably expandable things.
6. your body will eventually bounce back. and your mind will finally measure its worth by something other than a dress size.
7. the first few months can be a blur of nostalgia, memories, and sentimentality. ive heard from other mothers that we pull from this deep well forever, just with a smaller bucket.
8. the world cracks open into a vast universe of mothers and fathers, dying to share their excitement over my new joy, and the joy their children bring to them.
9. i am not my mother. or my father. and my instincts to mother my daughter and my son in my own way are, thankfully, just that - instinctive.
10. you'll be just fine, too.
1. once you've been up for 49 nights in a row, labor and delivery seem as taxing as a pedicure. don't waste time worrying about the circles etched under your eyes; instead, relish midnight snacks and the occasional catnap.
2. just because your baby is a natural-born nurser doesn't mean your breasts are up for the job. if you can stick it out, your nipples will eventually toughen up, and then the whole thing becomes matter-of-fact. in the meantime, it might help to remember that the world's greatest guitarists started out with more than a few calluses.
3. maternity leave is really, really short. and those first precious months are a time to recuperate. feeding, changing, clothing, and loving a newborn are shockingly all-consuming tasks. so do them proudly, and do little else.
4. i love my babies so much that it scares me.
5. breasts are remarkably expandable things.
6. your body will eventually bounce back. and your mind will finally measure its worth by something other than a dress size.
7. the first few months can be a blur of nostalgia, memories, and sentimentality. ive heard from other mothers that we pull from this deep well forever, just with a smaller bucket.
8. the world cracks open into a vast universe of mothers and fathers, dying to share their excitement over my new joy, and the joy their children bring to them.
9. i am not my mother. or my father. and my instincts to mother my daughter and my son in my own way are, thankfully, just that - instinctive.
10. you'll be just fine, too.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Angus??
when boobah used to scream in the car...and believe me...she could scream...we'd put Norah Jones on and she'd almost immediately calm down and fall asleep.
the boy does the same...except not to Norah...but to AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell'. i almost drove off the road i was laughing so hard.
damn...i love these kids.
the boy does the same...except not to Norah...but to AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell'. i almost drove off the road i was laughing so hard.
damn...i love these kids.
IUD
so if you'll refer back to my post from 9/30/2005 the title of this entry will make much sense. so i had the mirena iud put in one month ago - and i had it removed yesterday. the effectiveness of it unfortunately does not outweigh the bleeding and cramping that i've had for the last month.
so its now out. and im still contemplating what to do about BC. i've been weaning my s0n onto a bottle with formula for various reasons so the OB gave me a script for the pill. let me clarify..my old pill. the one i took for 15 years before i had either of my children. i think its really my only option. so ill get it and take it every day at the same time.
and ill take my friend ralph's philosophy of "one foot on the floor" a little bit more serious ;)
cross your fingers and toes for me. b/c if i got pregnant again...OY!
so its now out. and im still contemplating what to do about BC. i've been weaning my s0n onto a bottle with formula for various reasons so the OB gave me a script for the pill. let me clarify..my old pill. the one i took for 15 years before i had either of my children. i think its really my only option. so ill get it and take it every day at the same time.
and ill take my friend ralph's philosophy of "one foot on the floor" a little bit more serious ;)
cross your fingers and toes for me. b/c if i got pregnant again...OY!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Boobah and Rio
best girlfriends...and they are SOOOOOOOOOOO cute and well behaved. The Fabulous Miss Rio was here in the am and through lunch and nap. They played together with Melissa the Babysitter. They ate lunch together and they napped at the same time. Boobah in her crib and The Fabulous Miss Rio in the PNP in my bedroom.
I love how they co-exist together. Not quite playing together 'yet' but I can see it coming soon. Boobah is the grabber and goes and helps herself to whatever Rio has if she sees fit that it's time for her to have it. *note - a habit which I despise and work hard at changing. But I digress...
Rio has the BEST maneauver for Boobah's grabby hands. She clutches tightly to her chest whatever the coveted item is and extends the free arm as if to fend off Boobah all the while turning away from whatever direction she's coming from. It's a clear move right out of the Patriots handbook if I ever saw one. She's a clever girl and I love her madly!
I love how they co-exist together. Not quite playing together 'yet' but I can see it coming soon. Boobah is the grabber and goes and helps herself to whatever Rio has if she sees fit that it's time for her to have it. *note - a habit which I despise and work hard at changing. But I digress...
Rio has the BEST maneauver for Boobah's grabby hands. She clutches tightly to her chest whatever the coveted item is and extends the free arm as if to fend off Boobah all the while turning away from whatever direction she's coming from. It's a clear move right out of the Patriots handbook if I ever saw one. She's a clever girl and I love her madly!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
The Fish
Our pedi is Dr. Zoe Singer-Fishman...and she is FANTASTIC. We call her The Fish for short. She is easy to talk to, reassuring, proactive and really, really smart. She's also really, super funny. She's blunt and direct. And that's the stuff I love about her. She doesn't mince words and she tells it like it is...my kind of lady.
So we had The Newbie's 2 month appt yesterday and I figure...I can take both him and Boobah and it'll be fine. And it was fine. It was actually funny. But I did leave feeling a bit like I sprouted 50,000 gray hairs.
I got her snack/toy bag all packed up...because now, you see, not only do I carry a diaper bag but I also carry a separate, albeit small, cooler type lunch bag filled with pretzels, drinks, natural cheetos, fruit leather, and raisins. Did I say it was a small bag? But wait...it also has 2 or 3 books, a mini magnadoodle, paper and crayons, and some finger puppets.
So we get to the office and she makes a beeline for the toy area. It's a good toy area. They have wall mounted bead mazes and faux cars that you can pretend to drive. And lots of books. She also likes to take off down the hall towards the exam rooms. So while I'm checking in, she's doing her Tazmanian Devil routine all around the place. Oh and she's smiling and waving at everyone that will look at her. She really is TOO CUTE.
We get taken early, which is a blessing b/c our appt was for 145 and lord knows how she gets when her routine is affected and since she naps at 2...I was pushing it. We go in around 1 ish and we wait for a few minutes. In those few - and I do mean FEW minutes she seizes her opportunity to SEEK AND DESTROY! I mean SEEK AND MAKE A MESS! She opened every cupboard and drawer and before my very eyes - while I'm trying to undress The Boy - she starts pilfering through diapers, drapes, urine cups, plastic syringes, tongue depressors, and cotton swabs. Climbing on every chair in the exam room, under the exam table, on top of the exam table and behind the exam table. She also realized that she is just tall enough to reach the L shaped door handle and bolt out into the hallway. But while I'm undressing The Boy, I've cleverly got my foot pinned up against the door so she can't open it. BUT she can get it just so she can squeeze her pudgy baby fingers into the space between the door and frame enough for it to hurt.
So by now The Fish is with us and I'm trying to ask and answer questions and discuss The Boy's progress all the while Boobah is now rifling through my not to big but not to small cooler type bag. She is quite graciously offering snacks, drinks, toys and books to The Fish.
I barely remember anything about the talking part of the appt. But I do know that The Boy is 13/1 and 23-3/4. 61% and 64% respectively. I'm pleased.
And then there were the shots...Boobah saw them coming...knew they weren't for her...but cried anyways. She ran to me and buried her head in my lap and sobbed. I was also holding The Boy for this first and painful series of shots while he screamed. The sound was deafening. And the nurse was trying to explain something to me about if a fever starts, tylenol, pain, swelling...WHAT??? I couldn't hear shit. The crying was so loud I wouldn't have been able to hear a dumptruck driving through a nitroglycerine plant! But I've done this before so I know the drill.
The RNs leave the room and I start to pack up. Which was funny. I was just stuffing things, into my formerly perfectly Tetris-style packed bags, wherever they would fit. She's crying, he's crying - I'm sweating and practically crying myself. Ok - we're done...I have both bags over one shoulder, her on one hip and him in the carrier on the other arm. And the receptionist had the NERVE to ask me as I started moving towards the main door in a rush if I wanted to stop and make his next appointment!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! I muttered that I'd call when I got home and kept moving...into the torrential downpour.
Sigh...we made it to the car. Boobah worked well with me and stayed awake on the ride home and took a 2 hour nap when we got there.
I'm not a religious woman but....Halleluja and AMEN!!!
So we had The Newbie's 2 month appt yesterday and I figure...I can take both him and Boobah and it'll be fine. And it was fine. It was actually funny. But I did leave feeling a bit like I sprouted 50,000 gray hairs.
I got her snack/toy bag all packed up...because now, you see, not only do I carry a diaper bag but I also carry a separate, albeit small, cooler type lunch bag filled with pretzels, drinks, natural cheetos, fruit leather, and raisins. Did I say it was a small bag? But wait...it also has 2 or 3 books, a mini magnadoodle, paper and crayons, and some finger puppets.
So we get to the office and she makes a beeline for the toy area. It's a good toy area. They have wall mounted bead mazes and faux cars that you can pretend to drive. And lots of books. She also likes to take off down the hall towards the exam rooms. So while I'm checking in, she's doing her Tazmanian Devil routine all around the place. Oh and she's smiling and waving at everyone that will look at her. She really is TOO CUTE.
We get taken early, which is a blessing b/c our appt was for 145 and lord knows how she gets when her routine is affected and since she naps at 2...I was pushing it. We go in around 1 ish and we wait for a few minutes. In those few - and I do mean FEW minutes she seizes her opportunity to SEEK AND DESTROY! I mean SEEK AND MAKE A MESS! She opened every cupboard and drawer and before my very eyes - while I'm trying to undress The Boy - she starts pilfering through diapers, drapes, urine cups, plastic syringes, tongue depressors, and cotton swabs. Climbing on every chair in the exam room, under the exam table, on top of the exam table and behind the exam table. She also realized that she is just tall enough to reach the L shaped door handle and bolt out into the hallway. But while I'm undressing The Boy, I've cleverly got my foot pinned up against the door so she can't open it. BUT she can get it just so she can squeeze her pudgy baby fingers into the space between the door and frame enough for it to hurt.
So by now The Fish is with us and I'm trying to ask and answer questions and discuss The Boy's progress all the while Boobah is now rifling through my not to big but not to small cooler type bag. She is quite graciously offering snacks, drinks, toys and books to The Fish.
I barely remember anything about the talking part of the appt. But I do know that The Boy is 13/1 and 23-3/4. 61% and 64% respectively. I'm pleased.
And then there were the shots...Boobah saw them coming...knew they weren't for her...but cried anyways. She ran to me and buried her head in my lap and sobbed. I was also holding The Boy for this first and painful series of shots while he screamed. The sound was deafening. And the nurse was trying to explain something to me about if a fever starts, tylenol, pain, swelling...WHAT??? I couldn't hear shit. The crying was so loud I wouldn't have been able to hear a dumptruck driving through a nitroglycerine plant! But I've done this before so I know the drill.
The RNs leave the room and I start to pack up. Which was funny. I was just stuffing things, into my formerly perfectly Tetris-style packed bags, wherever they would fit. She's crying, he's crying - I'm sweating and practically crying myself. Ok - we're done...I have both bags over one shoulder, her on one hip and him in the carrier on the other arm. And the receptionist had the NERVE to ask me as I started moving towards the main door in a rush if I wanted to stop and make his next appointment!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! I muttered that I'd call when I got home and kept moving...into the torrential downpour.
Sigh...we made it to the car. Boobah worked well with me and stayed awake on the ride home and took a 2 hour nap when we got there.
I'm not a religious woman but....Halleluja and AMEN!!!
Monday, May 08, 2006
It's A Beautiful Monday
and we're doing ok today. everyone is napping...i've gotten the fridge and freezer organized and cleaned out and it's beautiful outside.
things are looking up!
we went to IKEA yesterday evening and it was great. we chanced it figuring everyone would be out because it was so nice out and we were in luck. we got to paruse (as long as we could with 2 kids in tow) and we found some nice and most importantly TINY furniture that we're going to get to put in our every so TINY den. we keep the toys to a minimum but somehow they and everything else seems to take over so our once plushy and large furniture is now going to find its way to the dump.
dont get me wrong...we've gotten our full usage out of it. lots and LOTS of parties, drinking, spilling, smoking, sex acts, dancing and many, many, super late night hands of UNO. it doesn't owe us anything.
things are looking up!
we went to IKEA yesterday evening and it was great. we chanced it figuring everyone would be out because it was so nice out and we were in luck. we got to paruse (as long as we could with 2 kids in tow) and we found some nice and most importantly TINY furniture that we're going to get to put in our every so TINY den. we keep the toys to a minimum but somehow they and everything else seems to take over so our once plushy and large furniture is now going to find its way to the dump.
dont get me wrong...we've gotten our full usage out of it. lots and LOTS of parties, drinking, spilling, smoking, sex acts, dancing and many, many, super late night hands of UNO. it doesn't owe us anything.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Bday Party
so. we had my cousin eric's 2nd bday party today here. it was so nice of my cousin to invite us and i think Boobah had a good time. she seemed to anyways but i have to say that i HATE those places and those parties. in my day...even with my sub-par mother we went bowling, rollerskating, to the movies, had a sleepover and before we were old enough to do that...we did...NOTHING. imagine that? we had a few family members over, sang happy birthday and had a small cake. i dont know...i just have a really hard time getting on board with 'the wheels on the bus', 'row row row your boat', and 'ABC'. then to be stuffed into a tiny room for cake and 'happy birthday'. every other mother seemed really psyched to be there...or at least pretended to be. i cant pretend. and i hope that i dont ever have to host one of those. i like my home parties. call me lame...call me old fashioned...call me nostalgic. but im sticking to my home party ideas.
i think we may do a jungle safari this ye
ar for Boobah's 2nd. =)
oh and i love that Boohbah looks at the lady leading the class like she's some kind of moron. (insert thought bubble here..."listen lady...i don't know what kind of illegal drugs you're running out of here but you need to get into a new line of work!")
haha...im funny.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Ahhhhhh....
soooooooo we had Melissa the Babysitter today. i found her on babysitters.com and she's FABULOUS! competent, happy, fun, and most importantly...CAPABLE. she loves kids and has centered her career around them. AMA and i are sharing her and i think we're both lucky.
so that allowed me to put laundry away and do some general organizing around here. it's by NO means anywhere close to where i want it but its.a.start.
and that's all i can ask for today...
so that allowed me to put laundry away and do some general organizing around here. it's by NO means anywhere close to where i want it but its.a.start.
and that's all i can ask for today...
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Attitude Adjustment
ive made a decision...
i wont be that angry, annoyed, and cranky mom...
ill just let it go...and worry about the stuff that warrents worrying...which to be honest with you, isn't really much...so that's a wonderful thing...
but i wont worry when she:
- throws stuff (as long as it's relatively safe and not thrown at the dogs, the baby, or us)
- draws on herself or her toys
- mixes play-doh colors
- unfolds all the laundry that i just folded
- spills her snacks on the den floor
- repeatedly slams the open gates
shes only 20 months old...shes just figuring stuff out.
and i love that kid.
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