All together now, AWWWWWWWW!!!!
Friday, April 29, 2005
The kiddo loves this book
. And this sequel
. The general concept, if you don't have kids, is a mother raccoon giving her baby a kiss on the palm that will stay with him all day. When he misses her or is scared, he can press his hand to his cheek to feel her kiss and know that "Mommy loves me, Mommy loves me".
We just bought her the sequel, which deals with jealousy when a younger sibling also receives a kissing hand. Planning ahead, aren't we?
Like I said, the kiddo just loves the books, and we almost always have kissing hands before one of us leaves.
This morning, as Mark was taking L to school, she came in to give me a hug and to say goodbye to the baby. She talks to him frequently, but this morning was a little different. She kissed my belly, and then told me that she thought his hand was right there, so she gave him a kissing hand.
Have you ever heard anything so sweet???
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Forgive the quality. These were taken with a camera phone from a printed picture we got at the appointment yesterday. Hopefully our next ultrasound will be a 3D, and we'll get pictures on a DVD. That would be easier to see, and certainly easier to manage!
In this one, he was waving to us - you can see his hands and fingers up by his face.
Click over to Flickr
to see them a bit bigger, if you like.
is why I love The Daily Show.
I know what it is, I know what it is!!!
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Let's just say, I need to go through all of the kiddo's old things and get rid of a bunch of stuff. No pink needed here! No girly parts in sight!
This early, it's not 100% sure, but I don't think that either the ultrasound tech or the doctor would have said if they weren't fairly sure. I overheard the nurses talking to another patient, and they said they'd never known the tech to be wrong. The doc seemed pretty sure as well. As he said, "You've either got a boy, or a girl with a tallywhacker." You'd have to know the doc - he's pretty funny in a dry way.
In all seriousness, we didn't care either way. We'd have been happy with either a girl or a boy. I just wanted to know
, and I feel so lucky that we could find out this early! I absolutely hate surprises . . .
So . . .
The birdies finally flew the coop. So the kid and I went to the nursery yesterday after I picked her up from school, and got some pretty plants to put in the hanging baskets on the front porch. White alyssum, purple creeping petunias, and some spiky orange flower that's nice looking. We got home, she ran off to play at the neighbor's, Mark was mowing the grass, and I settled down on the front porch to plant all the pretty things.
The mama dove came back and laid another egg! What to do, what to do?
I planted the flowers anyway, very carefully and with gloves on so that I didn't disturb the egg or get my scent on it. The one basket looks a little lopsided with all the plants on one side, but it doesn't seem to have disturbed the mama bird very much. She's sitting on her egg right now. The mama and papa bird seemed very confused when they came back to their little home and it was redecorated for them, but they settled in. I don't know how/if I'm going to be able to water the plants in that basket, but it's worth a shot, anyway. The kiddo was thrilled to have another egg to watch.
I'm heading off this morning to meet the love of my life at the OB's office for an ultrasound. It's probably too early to determine the gender, unless we're really, really lucky. But I should end up with more pictures, anyway. Will post them later! Have a great day.
Monday, April 25, 2005
How completely cool are these pictures
? Found it on BoingBoing
. Oh, yeah, while you're on BoingBoing, don't miss this post
We had a good weekend. The love of my life got me some goodies for my birthday, including decaf javanilla coffee
and decaf chai, which I dearly love. And some delish candies from See's
too! He picked up an ice cream cake on Saturday, which was yummy. It wasn't chocolate, which was fine with me. I like all kinds of ice cream. However, because of the kidney stuff, the kiddo can't have any carbonated drinks (no problem, we don't give her those anyway), citrus drinks (she's ok without OJ), caffeine (not a problem), or chocolate (RED ALERT).
Oops. That's a problem. The child has a sweet tooth. She loves chocolate milk, chocolate candy, ho-hos, hot chocolate, chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup. No can do. Not that she gets chocolate candy everyday, but it's her favorite treat. So far, she's been cooperative, but she ain't happy about it.
Sunday, we went to my folks' for family time, and had my fave - gingerbread cake with vanilla sauce. Sooooooo tasty. I hope you all had a great weekend!
Edited for a stupid grammatical mistake, because I am that way.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
It's been a fairly busy week around here. I had tons of dizziness and headaches for a few days, had to go to the doctor because they thought it was my blood pressure. When I was pregnant with L I ended up on bedrest at the end, due to pregnancy induced hypertension. I do not want to do that again! Fortunately, it wasn't my blood pressure, just variations in my blood sugar levels. I'm supposed to eat every couple of hours now. That's a challenge, because I'm just not that hungry. But I'm trying.
Work-wise, with every day that passes, I realize that I hate my job and I desperately need to find another. However, this is not the ideal time to interview (I'll start showing soon), there's not much to apply for in the paper, the jobs that sound somewhat interesting are entry-level and I can't do that, I need to be employed for a year before I'm covered by FMLA, etc. I guess I'll have to stick it out where I'm at until October, and then hopefully find something else so I just don't have to come back from maternity leave. The concept of being a stay-at-home mom is sometimes appealing, but the reality is that I'd go fairly nuts. Plus we can't afford it. Bleah. I'm stuck. The love of my life will argue with me and tell me it's not worth it to stay in a job I hate and we'll somehow manage (and I appreciate the sentiment). But I know I'm just stuck.
My car ended up in the shop, and cost waaaaaaaay too much money that we weren't expecting to spend. However, on the plus side, now the car is ready to drive for our upcoming vacation.
L had to go to see a urology/nephrology/somekindofology specialist at UK yesterday, due to her frequent UTIs. I don't feel like we got any answers, though, which is disappointing. It was certainly not a fun way to spend the day, although I have to say that she was a model patient. I was far more impatient than she was. Pregnancy hormones make life . . . interesting. For someone like me, who takes a great deal of pride in remaining balanced and calm, to feel essentially out of control and barely hanging on by my fingernails is a nice lesson in humility. Sometimes it takes all I have not to just scream.
Now I'm going to the library, the farmer's market to check them out, and maybe I'll find a yard sale or two. My house is still asleep, and I'm making my great escape.
I'm really looking forward to next Tuesday. We have another ultrasound, and I can't wait to see the little thing again.
I also need to remember to send my ex-husband a birthday card, or more likely an e-card. That's his birthday, the 26th. I probably also need to tell him we're expecting. He kind of freaked out when we had Lauren, although he was happy for us. But our lives are very different, and we stopped seeing him as much when she was born. I could probably count on one hand the number of times we've seen him since then. It was true of several of our friends who didn't have kids - it's hard to relate for some. We can't just get a call at 8:00 and come meet for a drink or a late dinner. We have to plan in advance, get a sitter, etc. It's a lot less footloose than we used to be. But you know it's worth it. It was even harder for my ex, I think, because he probably won't ever have kids, plus he expected that if he did, it would be with me. Clearly, that wasn't meant to be. Lots of emotions, I'm sure. However, I really don't have time to deal with anyone's emotions except for the people who live in my house. But it would be only fair to call him and let him know. Just not today.
Happy birthday to me. Toldja it would rain today.
Do not . . .
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
and I mean, do NOT, mess with this professor
. Follow the link to BoingBoing -
never mind, now there are a variety of choices, from torrent to transcript.
The doves are growing
Gee, they grow up so fast these days . . .
Now get out of my hanging basket so I can plant some flowers, dudes.
For your planning purposes
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
As a public service announcement, I feel compelled to let you know that it will
rain on Saturday. It has rained on April 23rd almost every year I've been alive. So don't make any outdoor plans!
I'm just sayin' . . .
1 year ago today
to my dad's right hip!!!
And it's our anniversary. 8 years of marriage, I think. I can never remember these things. Mark is better about it, so how many years is it, dear?
I've got a secret . . .
Monday, April 18, 2005
Forgive the blurry photos.
What, too far away? Try this one.
I guess I don't have a secret anymore, huh? Oh yeah, and I forgot this pic, from 10 weeks.
I'm growing a real live human, inside my body! I know I've done it before, but that is still the weirdest concept to me. It gets even more strange later, when I'll be able to feel the baby moving.
For the record . . .
Friday, April 15, 2005
Carol Ann is a big goof
. I just went out to get the mail, and I found a FedEx envelope on my steps. I didn't have a clue what it might be, but it was from CA.
Last time she was here to visit (too long ago, come back, come back!), she was reading a book and enjoying it.
She FedEx'd the freaking book to me! Girl, you are so silly. But I look forward to reading it anyway. I know! I'll hold the book hostage until we can see you again! Maybe a trip to the zoo soon? Can we crash at your house? Watch how I invite my whole family without a second thought? That's what bestest buds are for, I think.
I can name that bird in three cheeps
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Hmmm. So our cleaning lady was here today, and I was telling her how fascinated the kid is with the pigeon babies. She said that they were doves, not pigeons.
I don't know what they are, but they are so ugly they're cute. I have seen two birds who seem to take turns caring for the babies, which seems more dove-like than pigeon-like. Don't doves mate more or less permanently? I think so, it's a vague recollection from who-knows-where. I, however, am no expert on avian behavior and characteristics, so take that with a gallon or so of salt.
Let's go to Google.
Hmmmmmmm. I think I may vote dove.
Didja ever . . .
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
take a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator personality test? They're kind of interesting. I am an ISTJ
Except for maybe this part:
Their homes are likely to be . . . immaculately maintained.
Well, I wish!
Seriously, so ugly they're cute
Click the picture to see a larger version on Flickr.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
While reading Digby, I ran across this link
. It's sad, but I'm glad I followed it. It's a lovely native american prayer attached to a horrible, too-common tragedy.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive…
-- Hopi prayer
Love of my life, you know I wouldn't care if there's a funeral if/when the time comes, but if it's necessary to keep the peace in the family, I really like this prayer.
Now there are words I never thought I'd type in a sentence, seeing as how I'm kind of a heathen. Nah, not really. I'm just not at all attached to the concept of organized religion. I do have beliefs - they're just not straight out of an old book, but they are my own. Having been to too many funerals lately, although none that were too close to deal with, I can say I've never understood the concept of funerals and visiting gravesites after a death. I mean, clearly, the person isn't there
. Don't get that.
Damn, just too late
That's what I get for working all day, I missed the fun blogwar between Amy Sullivan
. And I love a good blogwar!!! It'll probably continue for a day or so, at least that will be amusing.
I was just getting ready to post about my thoughts about this issue, when I saw an update at Digby, and damned if Sisyphus Shrugged
didn't say exactly what I would have.
Only much better.
But since you've bothered to come here to Jill's Place, here's my short version. At my house, during the child's waking hours, the TV only shows Noggin, PBS, or movies that we've gotten for her (think Disney, Mary Poppins, etc.). And in fact, she's been watching too damned many movies lately - we need to trim that back. I'm hoping summer will help with that, as she'll spend more time outside. Hell, I hardly ever watch TV other than TLC and HGTV, so maybe I'm just missing the concept here and TV really is nothing but smut and crap. But here's the thing - the fricking TV has an off button, and if I were concerned about what she sees in terms of pop culture, I'd throw the damned TV out the window if necessary. I'm the parent; that's my
Sunday, April 10, 2005
I went over to Wild Birds Unlimited
after a wasted trip to Home Depot. I found exactly what I was looking for - a stainless steel birdseed storage tub with a secure lid. Take that, squirrels!
I looked into squirrel-proof bird feeders, but the least expensive of the bunch was $60.00. I like the birds, but not that much!!! They did inform me that squirrels and blackbirds don't like safflower seeds, but they're great for cardinals, blue jays, finches, and various other songbirds. Of course, I bought some, and as soon as the birdseed we have is gone, I'll switch to that. Maybe it will encourage the squirrels to go somewhere else to look for food. A girl can dream, can't she?
Oh, yeah, and the kiddo is currently fascinated by a pigeon, of all things, which has made a nest in one of the hanging baskets on our front porch just outside my office window. 2 eggs. The basket must be checked multiple times a day, from the inside of the house to avoid scaring the mother bird. We discovered the bird when we were looking for plants to put in the baskets. This plan is now on hold for the moment. The kiddo can't wait to see the hatchlings, and wants to see the eggs, and wonders if they'll always stay near our house. Her father and I are somewhat less thrilled by this turn of events, of course. I mentioned this to a friend the other day, and it was suggested that we . . . ahem
. . . evict the bird family.
I'm thinking that is not
the lesson I want Lauren to learn from this. So we'll put up with it until the eggs hatch and fly the coop, so to speak. What's more important - animals, or plants? Easy call.
Friday, April 08, 2005
The squirrels have chewed through the top of the plastic container that lives on the deck containing birdseed.
Smart, but evil. Can I find a metal box to store it in?
Monday, April 04, 2005
"I don't know if there is a cause-and-effect connection but we have seen some recent episodes of courthouse violence in this country. Certainly nothing new, but we seem to have run through a spate of courthouse violence recently that's been on the news and I wonder whether there may be some connection between the perception in some quarters on some occasions where judges are making political decisions yet are unaccountable to the public, that it builds up and builds up and builds up to the point where some people engage in - engage in violence." [Senate Floor, 4/4/05]
Name that GOP idiot. Here's a clue: box turtles.
Oh, go Google the name and "box turtles", you'll see.
It's getting warmer
Not to be crass, but . . . well, I will anyway. I'm sorry that the Pope has died, I know it's a tragedy to a whole lot of people. I'm not one of them, but I can respect their feelings, for the most part.
But really. Bodies lying in state? Ewwwwwwwwwww. Pictures are inescapable on any news service online, and I don't want to see a dead body every time I try to check out what's going on in the world. Be assured, nothing is happening outside of the Pope's death. I wonder what, exactly, is slipping under the radar??? First it was all-Schiavo, now it's all-Pope.
And how many times are they going to move that body? Jeez, he's traveled more in death than in life, and that's saying something.
I am so
going to hell.
I've been busy this morning, working and collecting recipes to send to LL
. Her neighborhood association is creating a cookbook, and she asked for recipes from a few friends. Since I like to cook and make up recipes, I sent nine.
The downside? Now I'm hungry, and
I'm in the mood to cook. But I have to work instead. And when the time comes to actually cook dinner tonight, chances are I'll be uninspired and in a rush to get supper on the table in a hurry. Although the banana clafouti recipe that I sent now sounds exceptionally good to me, as does the broccoli salad.
Want the recipes? E-mail me
or post a reply. Or better yet, just wait a while and buy the cookbook. I'm sure I'll post something when it's done and on sale.
I filled up the bird feeder with about 6 cups of seed a little more than an hour ago. I was just in my daughter's room and glanced outside. It's now empty.
My oh my oh my
Friday, April 01, 2005
. Could be an April Fool's thing, but it rings true. Thank goodness my kiddo doesn't get into that much stuff!
I'll have to send this to my sister-in-law, who is a stay at home mom. Hardest job in the world.
I'm with her
I agree with LL
, unsurprisingly. There's a reason we've maintained a loose but true friendship for nearly 30 years.
I don't care about the cake issue so much since I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but April Fool's isn't my kind of holiday either. For one thing, it's not a work holiday. For another, I hatehatehate
surprises and tricks. I have pulled one or two practical jokes over the years, but I can't pull them off most of the time. And I do not
like being tricked.
More than anything else, I hate having to worry that everything anyone says or does today may be a trick. I don't want to have to worry that much about general conversation or information, ya know?
In short, it was more amusing when I was in elementary school. Then I got over it and grew up. I'd worry some about any adult
who took April Fool's Day seriously.
Edited to add: But then again, I'm kind of a judgmental bitch sometimes. So don't take it personally if you like this holiday.
Just in case
You've probably already seen this
, but just in case . . .