Jul 27, 2015 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
Leading up to this trip to MA I was worried we’d have a repeat of The Worst Flight in the History of Flights aka the blowout/vomit flight in April. It’s no lie when I say I considered canceling the whole trip so I wouldn’t have to wash out her disgusting clothes yet again. Thanks to Christopher’s encouragement/insistence that we press on and Expedia’s no cancelation policy we did indeed board the planes.
Thankfully we survived both flights without any of us needing a change of clothes. Instead we spent the first flight sitting in the 29th row with no windows in sight and a child who had the energy of three energizer bunnies. Still, wrangling the energizer bunny in a space smaller than a matchbox > being thrown up on. You’d think such success would make me more hopefully for a good flight back. WRONG. I go into the fetal position every time I think about it.
Ever since her birthday party in April, Sesame has been talking about Memere. She gets excited when she sees a picture of her. She wants to call her on the phone. She says her name all the time. I was hoping for an overjoyed reunion. This isn’t exactly the face of someone being reunited with her BFF.
She warmed up pretty quickly after Memere started a tradition of giving her a “pops” (popsicle) every day.
Last Saturday we had a get together at Daniel and Erika’s. Mom’s birthday is next month and she hasn’t had all her children together on her birthday in years so we surprised her with a cake and celebrated early.
Sweet Sesame is having the time of her life up here. She has so many people to visit with, everyone gives her food and she spends hours outside. She’s visited with puppies, gone for rides in the wagon and had dance parties.
She’s talking so much and exploring everything. She’s been giving out hugs and kisses and started saying “love you!” Try not to slip on the puddle my heart makes as it melts.
Jul 17, 2015 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
I have started five posts in the last week and not posted a single one. I hate big gaps in blogging but I don’t want to blog when all I have to say is the following:
Tuesday- Woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Stepped on the scale and I weigh more than I thought. I didn’t like how I looked in the dressing room mirror. I pulled out five BRIGHT WHITE hairs. What a great day for my self esteem. I end the day by eating a rice krispie treat.
Wednesday- Planned on dropping Sesame off at daycare so I could have some alone time. I spent a mile and a half of our walk deciding where I’d go and what I’d do. Got home and discovered the little cherub had thrown up all over herself and hadn’t made a peep about it. Daycare canceled. I eat two chocolates to console myself.
Please do join my pity party.
In more cheerful news, we’re going to visit my family this weekend. I should be getting ready but instead I’m googling memes about food. Procrastination has always been a strong suit. So has overpacking.
Jul 8, 2015 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
Before I get into what it sure to be an intellectual and brain-stimulating post, I have to say that insomnia is THE WORST. My young boss is very inconsiderate and insists on waking me up for work at 6 instead of 8:30 even if I’ve spent the night like this.
Nothing I say or do can be used against me.
+ Drooling over: pictures from Princess Charlotte’s christening. The world has once again seen that they are the perfect family. I am once again considering throwing out all the clothes in my closet and buying new outfits that I think Kate would wear. I’ll also be adding royal baby pram to my next baby registry. This particular picture stood out because it appears William is having a deep conversation with my sweet future son in law about a) walking in the right direction or b) trying to cut him off at the pass before he sits down in the middle of the sidewalk. I can relate to both those scenarios. The royals are just like us.
+ Spitting out: a fly. There was a fly in my coffee and it went in my mouth. What a fine way to start a Monday.
+ Watching: Sleepless in Seattle. Last night I sat on the living room floor watching it as I painted my nails. I had never seen the whole thing but I loved it. While my nails dried I ate ice cream right out of the container. My ten year old self who believed being an adult meant watching whatever you want while you eat whatever you want would have been so happy. I also thought by age 26 I’d be running an orphanage with 25 children and married to an astronaut. There were a few things about life I didn’t quite understand.
+ Smelling: a dirty diaper my new gardenia candle. We went to Bath & Body Works this morning and I got sucked into the 50% off section. After much scent testing (and very little positive feedback from AB) I picked out two of the 3-wick candles. I have never been so excited to light a candle. I might go back and buy five more.
+ Reading: Life After Life. From the Amazon review as I’m too tired (see above) to write my own: “Every time Ursula Todd dies, she is born again. Each successive life is an iteration on the last, and we see how Ursula’s choices affect her, those around her, and–so boldly–the fate of the 20th-century world.” Its not as morbid as it sounds for a book about someone who keeps dying.
+ Writing: Annabelle’s birthday card. Before you judge me for being three months late, I want you to know I did buy the card in March. It went from sitting on the stairs to sitting on my dresser to laying the floor by my bed back to the dresser. Yesterday Annabelle found it, tasted it, and pulled the raised flower off the front. She dropped it down the vent and it joined the earing and quarters she previously sent to the place of no return.
+ Eating: chocolate. All the chocolates.
I know it looks like I’m being a pig but I’m not. I’m doing a study of chocolate textures. It’s for the good of the people.
Jul 3, 2015 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
I told myself that while Annabelle took her afternoon nap today I’d finally sit down and crank out a post for the old blawg.
The only problem is I can’t think of ANYTHING to say.
I had twelve ideas on Monday but now I’m coming up dry. Why I’m even continuing to type is beyond me. I took a twenty minute cruise around pinterest looking for inspiration and found this instead. FYI, wannabe criminals of the world.
You don’t say.
Since any dreams I had of being a Swedish criminal have been dashed, I’ll be stick to my day job of washing Annabelle’s hands after she sticks them in the toilet water and getting blue crayon out of her mouth when she thinks she’s found herself a new snack. These things don’t happen when C is home with her. The first time he stayed with her alone all day I thought, “He’ll finally get to see why I don’t usually get much done during the day.” Wrong. Not only did he wash and fold all the laundry, he cleaned the floors and washed the inside of the refrigerator. There may or may not have been days in the past year when he’s come home from work and heard this reply when he asked what I did during the day. “Well, I took a nap while the baby took her morning nap. When she took her afternoon nap I laid down for just a minute then didn’t wake up until two hours later.” Take note, future mothers. That’s how you do it. Watching someone run through the sprinkler while you sit in the shade eating a popsicle TOTALLY requires two naps.
Jun 24, 2015 | Motherhood, The Humiliation Chronicles, What's going on |
Apparently I took a 13 day blogging break.
I didn’t mean to take a break, it just happened. I can barely even remember what happened between last time I blogged and now. I do remember that I sat Annabelle down on the edge of the front porch to take her picture and she fell over backwards into the bushes. Yesterday she got half a plastic Easter egg stuck in her mouth. Look for my book on child safety coming out next month.
Joanna, one of my best friends from home, has been visiting for the week. We went to Walmart and the splash pad so I’m sure all her dreams of a wild and fun Nashville vacation were fulfilled. She keeps saying she doesn’t mind hanging out at home or doing Annabelle things but I still feel bad it’s not more exciting. I scheduled AB to go to daycare today so we could spend some time alone but poor Joanna got the stomach bug and spent all day in bed. I wasn’t going to cancel daycare at the last minute so after I dropped Annabelle off I went to the car place to vacuum out my car. All was going well until I accidently started vacuuming up my shirt and couldn’t get it to stop. My shirt got lifted so high I’m sure the bottom of my bra was showing. Speaking of awkward moments. At church on Sunday I was wearing my new wedges and I lost my footing and fell over. You can just call me Grace. Naturally I didn’t fall over in an empty room. I fell over in front of a crowd. I didn’t know what to say to I blurted out “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” WHAT WAS I SORRY FOR? That they had to witness what appeared to be a drunken mother leaving the nursery? I might need to find a new church.
Since we’re already all over the place here I might as well discuss daycare. After much anguish and tears I decided to send AB to daycare a few hours a week while I go to appointments, do errands, paint my nails and sit around eating bonbons. A lady the next street over runs a little home daycare and since available babysitters are few and far between around here, I signed her up. Last week was her first time going and I almost threw up in the bushes outside the lady’s door, I was so nervous. You may be thinking I’m a helicopter parent who doesn’t let her child out of sight. You would be wrong. I’ve hired babysitters and left her plenty of times but I never dropped her off with someone I don’t know. I’ve seen the news. I know what can happen. That’s why I picked a place close to my house. I can practically see it from my back deck so if there’s a fire I can be there before the first responders. I wish I was kidding.
In other news, we celebrated Father’s Day. I ordered Christopher’s gift late so it didn’t arrive in time for him to open Sunday but he got no less than 7 cards to make up for the lack of wrapping paper. He stayed home with Annabelle while Joanna and I went out to paint pottery. It was his special day so it seemed only fair he should have the privilege of changing the many diapers of his favorite offspring while the one who brought her into this world relaxed.
May 13, 2015 | Uncategorized, What's going on |
Reliving: my mini vacation aka trip to the dentist last week. I always thought moms who talked about the dentist being like a vacation were a little off their rocker. Call me off my rocker but I enjoyed sitting in the waiting room with no one to entertain. My book and I were happy campers. Add carrying a purse instead of a diaper bag and I asked myself what new type of paradise was I living.
Wondering if: I grind my teeth when I sleep. The dental assistant asked me and I wanted to reply that I am not responsible for or conscious of what I do in my sleep but I didn’t. I do know that I never swear when I’m awake but according to sources who shall not be named, I swore twice when I was sleeping while pregnant. Just another great pregnancy side effect.
Putting on: Annabelle’s shoes 14 times a day. She recently started a shoe obsession and must have shoes on her feet at all time, even if she’s wearing footie pajamas. She’s very klassy and obviously takes after her mother. Lately she’s been waking up screaming every night around 10:30 like she’s having a bad dream. Christopher is always the one who goes in to comfort her and the other night she had just calmed down when she started pointing to the closet. He brought her over to look in it and she started pointing at her bumblebee shoes. She held onto them while she went back to sleep. Ok then. Whatever floats your little boat and gets you back to sleep.
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| Add a necklace and sunglasses and she’s a happy little fashionista. |
Making: strawberry jam with the berries we picked on Sunday. I thought I had reached the pinnacle of homemaking last summer when I made tomato sauce with tomatoes that I grew, but today I may have reached new heights. I made the mistake of letting AB try the jelly while it was cooking and she spent the next forty minutes rotating between playing with the recyclables and standing in front of the stove with her mouth open like a baby bird begging for more.
Eating: strawberry jelly by the spoonful. Don’t judge me!
Teaching: Annabelle new words in sign language. We were at a restaurant on Saturday and she correctly signed “more food, please”. I was so proud. She then threw the food on the floor.
Watching: Friends. Since Downton Abby isn’t back yet and I finished Gilmore Girls (SOB), Friends has become my new show. I used to think I wanted to live in Stars Hollow but now I’m thinking I might want to live in Monica and Rachel’s apartment. The perfect world would be one where Monica’s apartment is located in Loralei’s house , Mr. Carson brings me tea and cake, and I spend the evening with the Braverman family.
Jealous of: Rachel’s hair. The highlights. The cut. The way it never gets messed up. It’s everything my hair will never be.
Reading: The Language of Flowers, In This House We will Giggle, and Look What I See…at the School! Reading is a bit generous of a word. It’s more like skimming a few sentences at a time until my boss lady dear child requires something.
Pondering: the feasibility of a) cloning myself or b) figuring out how to stop time. I’d like the ability to simultaneously blog, read, clean up the house and take a nap while AB takes hers. Is that so much?!
Buying: new pillows. I broke my self-made rule of not buying new household items within six months of moving but I couldn’t help it. The pillows happened on sale at Kirklands and I happened to receive an additional 10% off courtesy of my military ID and somehow, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW, I drove home with a new pillow. Even though Christopher and I had a discussion about that very pillow in the store a few months ago and I don’t remember any negative comments at the time, he wasn’t as enthusiastic about my exciting purchase. He said it was “too sparkly”. Ironically the sparkle is why I bought it.
Returning: my new pillow.
