Eat it before it eats you edition:
Seriously, ya'll. Look at the way the doll's hair makes Kyra's teeth look. Ugh?
Seriously, ya'll. Look at the way the doll's hair makes Kyra's teeth look. Ugh?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tear.
I don't even remember the last time I cried during a movie. Elementary school, I believe.
My brother used to make fun of me with unrelenting spitefulness for crying during a movie. It didn't take long for me to figure out how to breathe deeply and quietly to keep from crying.
Jer and I watched The Bucket List tonight. We both ended up in tears. Tears, people. Streaming down my face. And they would not stop no matter how deeply I breathed.
As the movie was turned off and the lights turned on I could hear Jeremy sniffling. He too was touched by a movie.
This silly and quite juvenile act marked a first in our marriage. It's the first time we've ever openly (if that's what you call trying to stifle your emotions) showed signs of sadness during a movie.
I quietly cried. He loudly sniffed.
My brother would have a field day with the two of us.
My brother used to make fun of me with unrelenting spitefulness for crying during a movie. It didn't take long for me to figure out how to breathe deeply and quietly to keep from crying.
Jer and I watched The Bucket List tonight. We both ended up in tears. Tears, people. Streaming down my face. And they would not stop no matter how deeply I breathed.
As the movie was turned off and the lights turned on I could hear Jeremy sniffling. He too was touched by a movie.
This silly and quite juvenile act marked a first in our marriage. It's the first time we've ever openly (if that's what you call trying to stifle your emotions) showed signs of sadness during a movie.
I quietly cried. He loudly sniffed.
My brother would have a field day with the two of us.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Next Shopping List Will Include Ear Plugs. For Me.
Know what's fun?
Having to get off the phone with your mother in a rush because your 26 year old husband and 2 year old daughter are in a screaming match over the 2 year old going to bed.
I certainly expect the screaming match from the 2 year old because, well, she's 2 and sometimes that's just how she gets heard.
The 26 year old screaming back at the 2 year old is something I'm not thrilled about. He honestly thinks he can get her to listen and obey by raising his voice an octave above hers.
Apparently the screaming is how he was reprimanded growing up. But then again, so was I. I guess I'm the only one who learned the sole point that gets across when a parent is screaming at you is the ringing in your ears is sometimes a blessing.
Don't get me wrong, I certainly raise my voice at Kyra to get my point across, but I have also never been in a screaming match with my kid.
They don't always converse at the highest volume level possible. I was quite thrilled and excited today when the two of them successfully made brownies from scratch with out a single argument. Not often done with the two of them in our house, which is why I called my mom in the first place... not just to brag about our home made treat, but also to brag that there were no causalities in the making of said dessert.
Jer and Kyra are more in a love/scream relationship with each other. They love one another to absolute pieces but can't resist the urge to push the other until all available buttons have been exhausted and one of them stomps away pouting.
And those are fun times, let me tell you....
Having to get off the phone with your mother in a rush because your 26 year old husband and 2 year old daughter are in a screaming match over the 2 year old going to bed.
I certainly expect the screaming match from the 2 year old because, well, she's 2 and sometimes that's just how she gets heard.
The 26 year old screaming back at the 2 year old is something I'm not thrilled about. He honestly thinks he can get her to listen and obey by raising his voice an octave above hers.
Apparently the screaming is how he was reprimanded growing up. But then again, so was I. I guess I'm the only one who learned the sole point that gets across when a parent is screaming at you is the ringing in your ears is sometimes a blessing.
Don't get me wrong, I certainly raise my voice at Kyra to get my point across, but I have also never been in a screaming match with my kid.
They don't always converse at the highest volume level possible. I was quite thrilled and excited today when the two of them successfully made brownies from scratch with out a single argument. Not often done with the two of them in our house, which is why I called my mom in the first place... not just to brag about our home made treat, but also to brag that there were no causalities in the making of said dessert.
Jer and Kyra are more in a love/scream relationship with each other. They love one another to absolute pieces but can't resist the urge to push the other until all available buttons have been exhausted and one of them stomps away pouting.
And those are fun times, let me tell you....
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Ask and You Shall Recieve... Pictures of My Off Spring
Lisa has requested to see picture of the lovely and beautiful Kyra. So much talk of buns in the oven lately, picture of Kyra haven't been updated in quite some time. And, honestly, I have nothing better to talk about today so why not make it easy on myself and post a blog full of pictures?
Look at those toes, don't you just want to eat them? Oh, well, maybe that's just me. But I think they are irresistibly cute!
And this is Kyra's best attempt at listening while I asked her for the 800 gazillionth time to "Just look at Mommy and smile, please."
Clearly, however, its not hard to smile when she's showing off her latest bit of loot she talked Jer and myself into buying for her. Unbeknown to her, there was purpose in this purchase...
And this is Kyra's best attempt at listening while I asked her for the 800 gazillionth time to "Just look at Mommy and smile, please."
Clearly, however, its not hard to smile when she's showing off her latest bit of loot she talked Jer and myself into buying for her. Unbeknown to her, there was purpose in this purchase...
We're leaving for the Land of the CornHusker in a week and this will be what we're packing her carry on entertainment in- toys, books, snacks. Enough to entertain her for half a day, if need be, when all we really need is 3 hours worth of fun.
This was last night's bath. She laughed and giggled for no apparent reason other then the delight of getting her hair wet.
It delights my heart to see her so happy in these carefree moments. It makes me think I might be getting the hang of this whole parenting gig after all.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Naked Barbies and Hair Bows
Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink.
The magical color of the new babe is PINK!
Or, at least the ultra sound technician said she's pretty sure the Termite is a girl. The conversation went something like this:
Her: Well, I don't see any boy parts, so it's probably a girl.
Me: (later on in the ultra sound process) Do you think if you get a good shot of the baby's area again you can check to make sure it really is a girl and not just hiding it's stuff between it's legs or something.
Her: (clicking back to a picture she saved) No need. See these three lines right here? Thats usually what we look for to determine if it is a girl.
Me: And there's no way it's hiding anything more in there?
Her: I'm pretty sure it's a girl.
And that's where the conversation on that topic ended.
I'm not exactly completely convinced. Phrases like "don't see any boy parts" and "pretty sure" aren't quite the definite "IT'S A GIRL! SEE! THERE'S THE PROOF!" that I was hoping for.
All though, she did print out a picture with an arrow and the the words "Girl Parts!" pointing to three tiny white lines. And all the research I did upon coming home said three white lines is proof of a females, um, parts.
So, I'm mostly convinced.
We're thrilled and excited. At least I am. Jeremy mumbled something during the ultrasound about him being Hitler in a past life and now he's being punished.
Clearly being in a house full of moody women was not one of his fantasies growing up...
Time for the facts:
- The baby is due January 6.
- We've been sitting on the name Lydia Kate for a year and a half now- even when we still fully intended for Kyra to be an only child. (Jer and I always play the baby naming game- we're weird like that) I asked Jer when they said it was a girl if he still wanted to use the name and his only comment was, "I still like the name if you do." But I wouldn't be too surprised if we up and decided to change the baby's name for no apparent reason. After all, we did seemingly up and decide to expand our family for no apparent reason.
- Kyra is aware there is a baby in my stomach. She thinks she can look in my mouth and "see the baby in Mommy's belly, RIGHT THERE! (jabs me in the stomach), and I can kiss her (plants kiss on the air in my still forced open mouth). And the doctor is gonna pull the baby out of Mommy's belly and it's gonna be all yucky and the baby will be my friend." We're not sure where she's picked up any of that last part since not a peep has been mentioned to or around her as how the baby is going to come out of my belly... She's just incredibly dead on with her imagination with that whole thought process.
There you go. Most of you guessed boy, as did I.
I guessed boy because this pregnancy has been so vastly different, with few exceptions, then my pregnancy with Kyra. I had hoped for a girl so I could reuse all of Kyra's super cute clothes and baby accessories but I would have been equally as thrilled if the baby did turn out to be a boy because then I get to go on a shopping spree!
Both sides of our family were hoping for a boy for completely different reasons. My side is full of girls. My brother was the only boy on our side with seven girls as either sisters or cousins. (at least he learned pretty quickly how to put the toilet seat down and not adjust himself in public) And Kyra is the only grandchild/great grandchild. Jer's side was hoping for a boy to carry on the family name and blah blah blah. (Once I made the comment that we could always adopt a boy and they banished the thought because an adopted kid wouldn't be the same, he wouldn't carry on the blood line and thus the true name. My father was adopted. Certainly you can see why I get bitter about this statement.)
I am over the moon thrilled to be having another little girl. But also a little sad because now I don't get that shopping spree.
Jeremy is very excited about having another girl because he knows what to do. But he's also a little sad because he wanted some testosterone in the house to even out the playing field.
I told him when we adopt we'll find a family with brothers who need a loving home. (Seriously, a family. My dream is to adopt a family of 4+ siblings who all need adopting. Yes, yes, Jer thinks I'm insane too.) Not only would he have that extra burst of manliness in the house, I'll be able to stick it to the in-laws and prove an adopted boy can be just as much a part of the family as a biological child is. Totally win-win.
For now, though, it's all girls around here. Maybe I should put Jeremy in direct contact with my brother to get advice on how to survive in a world full of naked barbies and hair bows.
The magical color of the new babe is PINK!
Or, at least the ultra sound technician said she's pretty sure the Termite is a girl. The conversation went something like this:
Her: Well, I don't see any boy parts, so it's probably a girl.
Me: (later on in the ultra sound process) Do you think if you get a good shot of the baby's area again you can check to make sure it really is a girl and not just hiding it's stuff between it's legs or something.
Her: (clicking back to a picture she saved) No need. See these three lines right here? Thats usually what we look for to determine if it is a girl.
Me: And there's no way it's hiding anything more in there?
Her: I'm pretty sure it's a girl.
And that's where the conversation on that topic ended.
I'm not exactly completely convinced. Phrases like "don't see any boy parts" and "pretty sure" aren't quite the definite "IT'S A GIRL! SEE! THERE'S THE PROOF!" that I was hoping for.
All though, she did print out a picture with an arrow and the the words "Girl Parts!" pointing to three tiny white lines. And all the research I did upon coming home said three white lines is proof of a females, um, parts.
So, I'm mostly convinced.
We're thrilled and excited. At least I am. Jeremy mumbled something during the ultrasound about him being Hitler in a past life and now he's being punished.
Clearly being in a house full of moody women was not one of his fantasies growing up...
Time for the facts:
- The baby is due January 6.
- We've been sitting on the name Lydia Kate for a year and a half now- even when we still fully intended for Kyra to be an only child. (Jer and I always play the baby naming game- we're weird like that) I asked Jer when they said it was a girl if he still wanted to use the name and his only comment was, "I still like the name if you do." But I wouldn't be too surprised if we up and decided to change the baby's name for no apparent reason. After all, we did seemingly up and decide to expand our family for no apparent reason.
- Kyra is aware there is a baby in my stomach. She thinks she can look in my mouth and "see the baby in Mommy's belly, RIGHT THERE! (jabs me in the stomach), and I can kiss her (plants kiss on the air in my still forced open mouth). And the doctor is gonna pull the baby out of Mommy's belly and it's gonna be all yucky and the baby will be my friend." We're not sure where she's picked up any of that last part since not a peep has been mentioned to or around her as how the baby is going to come out of my belly... She's just incredibly dead on with her imagination with that whole thought process.
There you go. Most of you guessed boy, as did I.
I guessed boy because this pregnancy has been so vastly different, with few exceptions, then my pregnancy with Kyra. I had hoped for a girl so I could reuse all of Kyra's super cute clothes and baby accessories but I would have been equally as thrilled if the baby did turn out to be a boy because then I get to go on a shopping spree!
Both sides of our family were hoping for a boy for completely different reasons. My side is full of girls. My brother was the only boy on our side with seven girls as either sisters or cousins. (at least he learned pretty quickly how to put the toilet seat down and not adjust himself in public) And Kyra is the only grandchild/great grandchild. Jer's side was hoping for a boy to carry on the family name and blah blah blah. (Once I made the comment that we could always adopt a boy and they banished the thought because an adopted kid wouldn't be the same, he wouldn't carry on the blood line and thus the true name. My father was adopted. Certainly you can see why I get bitter about this statement.)
I am over the moon thrilled to be having another little girl. But also a little sad because now I don't get that shopping spree.
Jeremy is very excited about having another girl because he knows what to do. But he's also a little sad because he wanted some testosterone in the house to even out the playing field.
I told him when we adopt we'll find a family with brothers who need a loving home. (Seriously, a family. My dream is to adopt a family of 4+ siblings who all need adopting. Yes, yes, Jer thinks I'm insane too.) Not only would he have that extra burst of manliness in the house, I'll be able to stick it to the in-laws and prove an adopted boy can be just as much a part of the family as a biological child is. Totally win-win.
For now, though, it's all girls around here. Maybe I should put Jeremy in direct contact with my brother to get advice on how to survive in a world full of naked barbies and hair bows.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Pink or Blue?
We know the sex of the baby. Any guesses as to what you guys think? Both sides of our family have been crossing their fingers and toes for a boy, so I'm curious what the rest of the population seems to think.
I'll even give you guys some of my pregnancy symptoms (if that's what you call all the going- ons) if you like to go by old wives tales to figure these things out.
I'll even give you guys some of my pregnancy symptoms (if that's what you call all the going- ons) if you like to go by old wives tales to figure these things out.
- I'm showing all in front.
- The Termite is low. Always jumping and kicking my bladder.
- I want to eat cold/cool foods. Cooked foods are only tolerated, never wanted.
- Fruits and vegetables must never run out in the crisper drawer.
- The sweeter, the better.
- My face only slightly resembles a pre-pubescent teenager. More achene then normal but not resembling a 15 year old boy.
Did that help any of you out? You can ask more questions, if you'd like, and I'll gladly answer non perverted inquires. (covering my bases there in case a creep is quietly stalking in the shadows and chooses now to make an appearance)
Humor me, will ya? Make a guess. And if you already know tell me what you thought or hoped it was before Friday came around.
You have between now and Monday evening to throw your answers out there.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Glutton For Punishment
I miss New England. And I never thought I would utter those words when we were stationed there. I've even been told, after uttering those words to a friend who has also lived in and recently moved out of New England, that I'm a glutton for punishment.
I look back now and see my dislike of New England had more to do with the Navy and the fact that our boat was out to sea 75% of the year. I missed Jeremy. Kyra missed her Daddy. Because of him never being home, we never experienced a whole lot of the wonderful things New England has to offer.
Skiing at the local hot spots. Touring around NYC or Boston. Taking a weekend to stay at one of the ungodly number of Bed and Breakfasts that litter every large and small town. We were within driving distance of both the fresh lobster Maine has to off and Niagara Falls and we didn't get to travel to either.
Jeremy and I have been dreaming about returning to our favorite Toxic Crap Hole the Navy has to offer. We agreed that if there was an opening for a shore command position there we both wanted to jump feet first on it. But we've had no such luck. The only job available at this time is no better then asking to be put on the first boat out on deployment. And neither one of us are all that excited to sign up for that job.
His next option is to stay here at the Mason Dixon Line with a sweet, cush job that includes 9-5 work days, weekends off, very limited time away from home and a guaranteed ladder to quickly climb the military ranks due to the sheer number of head haunch's Jeremy would work with/under. The thing is, we hate it here at the Mason Dixon Line. It's crowded. It's expensive. And every bit of affordable housing within close proximity to his job is either next to the ghetto or a 4x6 box in the shiny part of town. The glory of living in the big(er) city wore off about two months after we moved in.
His third option is a teaching position in the Bible Belt. Still 9-5, weekends and holidays off and helpful with advancements. The catch is, he's not quite qualified for the position, yet, and my fear is the position will be taken before he is qualified. Even still, it's in the Bible Belt... and the Bible Belt is fucking hot 9 months out of the year. Combine that with the fact that there aren't any new and fun things to do within close proximity. (Take my word for it, I grew up in the Bible Belt) The couple of differences between the Mason Dixon Line and the Bible Belt are as follows: its significantly smaller and more affordable; and there is always someone on the corner of a major intersection holding a sign with some kind of religious jargon I'd rather not have shoved in my face while on my daily errand runs. I mean, other then my family, which will be in very close proximity for the first time in 5 years and the job its self, there's not much in the Bible Belt we're all that excited about.
Two excellent jobs in locations we don't really want to be or our prime, first pick, location with a crappy job offer. We're torn. And I'm saddened.
I miss my orchard, canning a year's worth of peaches and pears, freezing a year's worth of blueberries and raspberries we hand picked. I miss cutting down our ginormous Christmas tree for just $20. I miss our house that had my large kitchen and the giant hill in the back yard, perfect for winter sledding. And I miss bitching about the cold ass winters.
So, what would you guys do- egg your husband on to pick the crappy job in your ideal area, push him to go for the job with the quickest advancements (knowing he's not a lifer) in the crappy part of town or pick the good job in the decent city closest to family?
I mean, sure, I write it down and it seems obvious to me, Bible Belt- Here we come! But damn it, I want my New England.
I look back now and see my dislike of New England had more to do with the Navy and the fact that our boat was out to sea 75% of the year. I missed Jeremy. Kyra missed her Daddy. Because of him never being home, we never experienced a whole lot of the wonderful things New England has to offer.
Skiing at the local hot spots. Touring around NYC or Boston. Taking a weekend to stay at one of the ungodly number of Bed and Breakfasts that litter every large and small town. We were within driving distance of both the fresh lobster Maine has to off and Niagara Falls and we didn't get to travel to either.
Jeremy and I have been dreaming about returning to our favorite Toxic Crap Hole the Navy has to offer. We agreed that if there was an opening for a shore command position there we both wanted to jump feet first on it. But we've had no such luck. The only job available at this time is no better then asking to be put on the first boat out on deployment. And neither one of us are all that excited to sign up for that job.
His next option is to stay here at the Mason Dixon Line with a sweet, cush job that includes 9-5 work days, weekends off, very limited time away from home and a guaranteed ladder to quickly climb the military ranks due to the sheer number of head haunch's Jeremy would work with/under. The thing is, we hate it here at the Mason Dixon Line. It's crowded. It's expensive. And every bit of affordable housing within close proximity to his job is either next to the ghetto or a 4x6 box in the shiny part of town. The glory of living in the big(er) city wore off about two months after we moved in.
His third option is a teaching position in the Bible Belt. Still 9-5, weekends and holidays off and helpful with advancements. The catch is, he's not quite qualified for the position, yet, and my fear is the position will be taken before he is qualified. Even still, it's in the Bible Belt... and the Bible Belt is fucking hot 9 months out of the year. Combine that with the fact that there aren't any new and fun things to do within close proximity. (Take my word for it, I grew up in the Bible Belt) The couple of differences between the Mason Dixon Line and the Bible Belt are as follows: its significantly smaller and more affordable; and there is always someone on the corner of a major intersection holding a sign with some kind of religious jargon I'd rather not have shoved in my face while on my daily errand runs. I mean, other then my family, which will be in very close proximity for the first time in 5 years and the job its self, there's not much in the Bible Belt we're all that excited about.
Two excellent jobs in locations we don't really want to be or our prime, first pick, location with a crappy job offer. We're torn. And I'm saddened.
I miss my orchard, canning a year's worth of peaches and pears, freezing a year's worth of blueberries and raspberries we hand picked. I miss cutting down our ginormous Christmas tree for just $20. I miss our house that had my large kitchen and the giant hill in the back yard, perfect for winter sledding. And I miss bitching about the cold ass winters.
So, what would you guys do- egg your husband on to pick the crappy job in your ideal area, push him to go for the job with the quickest advancements (knowing he's not a lifer) in the crappy part of town or pick the good job in the decent city closest to family?
I mean, sure, I write it down and it seems obvious to me, Bible Belt- Here we come! But damn it, I want my New England.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
What's That Smell?
I had someone comment today about how I have a spirited toddler and still find time to write about it while she too has a spirited toddler and can't find the time to take a shower some days. With that, I'll give you one of my evening conversations with Jeremy.
Me: Honey, I don't remember the last time I had a shower.
Jer: What do you mean?
Me: Well, today so-and-so called early this morning wanting to hang out. So I shoved some
breakfast down Kyra's throat, got the car seat put back together (the cover had been washed last night), got clothed and we were out the door in no time. No shower was taken....
Yesterday I cleaned the front of the apartment and vacuumed the floors. Then so-and-so called and came over so the girls could play while I conquered the laundry pile. No shower was taken....
Monday, Kyra and I piddled around all morning and when you came home I went out with so-and-so....
That leaves Sunday. Which I think I took a shower before I got ready for church, but I don't really remember. So that means either Saturday night or Sunday morning was my last shower.
Jer: So what you're telling me is you need a shower?
Me: Um, ya. I mean, I was out with the girls today and none of them seemed to notice I was nasty but they could just have been nice because I'm pregnant and hormonal.
Really, I used to be a much cleaner person before I had a child. Kyra has just somehow sucked that little bit of dignity out of me. I may find time to write but that doesn't mean I've had a shower today.
Though, very rarely does it go this long that I haven't bathed. Even I'm completely grossed out by myself and apparently so was Jeremy because he made it first priority when we got home that I took a shower.
Me: Honey, I don't remember the last time I had a shower.
Jer: What do you mean?
Me: Well, today so-and-so called early this morning wanting to hang out. So I shoved some
breakfast down Kyra's throat, got the car seat put back together (the cover had been washed last night), got clothed and we were out the door in no time. No shower was taken....
Yesterday I cleaned the front of the apartment and vacuumed the floors. Then so-and-so called and came over so the girls could play while I conquered the laundry pile. No shower was taken....
Monday, Kyra and I piddled around all morning and when you came home I went out with so-and-so....
That leaves Sunday. Which I think I took a shower before I got ready for church, but I don't really remember. So that means either Saturday night or Sunday morning was my last shower.
Jer: So what you're telling me is you need a shower?
Me: Um, ya. I mean, I was out with the girls today and none of them seemed to notice I was nasty but they could just have been nice because I'm pregnant and hormonal.
Really, I used to be a much cleaner person before I had a child. Kyra has just somehow sucked that little bit of dignity out of me. I may find time to write but that doesn't mean I've had a shower today.
Though, very rarely does it go this long that I haven't bathed. Even I'm completely grossed out by myself and apparently so was Jeremy because he made it first priority when we got home that I took a shower.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Difference Between Pregnancies: Kyra vs. the Termite
Differences between Kyra and Termite thus far:
-Kyra wanted pineapple for breakfast, lunch and dinner. By the truckload at any and all times of the day would have suited her just fine. To this day, she is a pineapple addict. Termite truly enjoys tomatoes. In a salad, eaten like an apple, sliced up as a side for supper- it matters not to the Termite. Give me a tomato right. now. or suffer the pregnancy hormones.
- Kyra made me look nothing but fat from week 15 on. I never felt glowing and pregnant, more like a walrus waddling my way through life. The Termite has created a cute little (yet growing quickly) pregnant bump since week 17. The only thing jiggling here is my thighs and, lets face it, that's been the norm for many years now.
- Kyra was all up and in my rib cage starting week 22. To this day, Little Miss is still all up and in my business. Termite has been doing karate chops to my uterus and acrobatics on my bladder beginning week 18. Clearly not going to be forgotten or pushed aside as It already demands to be noticed. Kyra's going to have a run for her money when Termite arrives.
-Kyra's pregnancy was never ending. Seriously. The shit just dragged on and on and on and on and on and..... you get the idea. The Termite's pregnancy will be half over in one week. Where the hell has the time gone? Not that I'm complaining. The faster the pregnancy goes, the quicker we'll be moving the fuck out of the Mason Dixon Line. Oh, ya, and the faster the Termite will make it's appearance. Guess I shouldn't put that on the back burner, huh?
-Kyra's nick name was It the entire pregnancy. I tried to call her Parasite but Jer didn't quite appreciate the name very much. Clearly he didn't see the situation from my point of view. The Termite has two names, Fetus or Termite, given whatever pops out of my mouth at the time. No rhyme or reason, just what ever comes to mind. And Jer hasn't protested either.
So there you go. I can't help but wonder what new differences the coming months will bring.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Conversations With A 2 Year Old
Kyra: Mommy! Look at all my nipples!
Me: Those aren't nipples, those are called goose bumps.
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Kyra: PRAISE TO THE LORD!
Me: Where did you learn that from?
Kyra: In the bathroom.
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Me: What are you doing?
Kyra: I just gonna listen to this book.
Me: Is the book going to talk to you?
Kyra: No, Daddy gonna read it to me.
Jer: I don't remember agreeing to this!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Go Ahead, Kick Me While I'm Down
I got no sleep last night because I was certain if my eyes actually closed, that would be the exact moment I would have to vomit and not make it to the bathroom in time.
No such luck. Even as I begged my body to just rid itself of whatever was upsetting my stomach.
This morning I managed to drag myself out of bed, make Kyra a bowl of dry cereal and blueberries and turn on PBS for her while I rolled over on the couch and tried to get some rest.
All the things wrong with this picture: Kyra hasn't had dry cereal in almost a year. Nor has she ate her breakfast in front of the television. Ever. And the idea that I would roll over and ignore all this nonsense... desperate times, baby.
This afternoon brought a wonderfully amazing Kyra who not only went without throwing a single tantrum, but she entertained herself for the better part of the day! And hot damn if she didn't also take a hassle free 2 hour nap.
Seriously? The kid was fabulous. I wouldn't have traded her today for anyone or anything else in the world. After her being sick or on the mend for the last two weeks, this alone is something to be noted.
This evening she happily scarfed down her oatmeal and blueberries. When she finished her bowl she noticed I still had mine, virtually untouched, and proceeded to finish that off too.
Thank goodness someone has her appetite in this house.
Tonight I gave Kyra a bath and suddenly I felt much better. Not back to normal but better. I'm not certain what the magic cure was. Maybe that I was able to eat 4 bites of food without immediately regretting it?
One way or another, I am on the mend and maybe tomorrow I'll be able to turn the air back up past 70 again. I'm a cold natured person and 65 degrees is not normal in our house. Certainly a sign I've probably been running a fever.
The crazy thing that's come out of all this sickness and yuck is the fetus has decided to show it's presence. Starting last night the little termite has been trying to kick and punch it's way through my uterus, an entire 4 weeks before I ever felt Kyra at this stage (not felt on the outside, yet, but still a creepy feeling none the less).
Apparently the fetus wasn't too happy about my illness either. What a way to show it.... I've said all along if we ever had a second child it was probably going to be a hellion since Kyra has been so easy. And kicking Mommy while she's down is the earliest proof, right?
No such luck. Even as I begged my body to just rid itself of whatever was upsetting my stomach.
This morning I managed to drag myself out of bed, make Kyra a bowl of dry cereal and blueberries and turn on PBS for her while I rolled over on the couch and tried to get some rest.
All the things wrong with this picture: Kyra hasn't had dry cereal in almost a year. Nor has she ate her breakfast in front of the television. Ever. And the idea that I would roll over and ignore all this nonsense... desperate times, baby.
This afternoon brought a wonderfully amazing Kyra who not only went without throwing a single tantrum, but she entertained herself for the better part of the day! And hot damn if she didn't also take a hassle free 2 hour nap.
Seriously? The kid was fabulous. I wouldn't have traded her today for anyone or anything else in the world. After her being sick or on the mend for the last two weeks, this alone is something to be noted.
This evening she happily scarfed down her oatmeal and blueberries. When she finished her bowl she noticed I still had mine, virtually untouched, and proceeded to finish that off too.
Thank goodness someone has her appetite in this house.
Tonight I gave Kyra a bath and suddenly I felt much better. Not back to normal but better. I'm not certain what the magic cure was. Maybe that I was able to eat 4 bites of food without immediately regretting it?
One way or another, I am on the mend and maybe tomorrow I'll be able to turn the air back up past 70 again. I'm a cold natured person and 65 degrees is not normal in our house. Certainly a sign I've probably been running a fever.
The crazy thing that's come out of all this sickness and yuck is the fetus has decided to show it's presence. Starting last night the little termite has been trying to kick and punch it's way through my uterus, an entire 4 weeks before I ever felt Kyra at this stage (not felt on the outside, yet, but still a creepy feeling none the less).
Apparently the fetus wasn't too happy about my illness either. What a way to show it.... I've said all along if we ever had a second child it was probably going to be a hellion since Kyra has been so easy. And kicking Mommy while she's down is the earliest proof, right?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Um. Blah.
That's how I feel today. It's how I've felt since supper last night.
I've tried to ignore it. Even went out with a girl friend today. I tried to chalk up the yucky feeling in my stomach to the heat and the oh-my-God, is all this humidity really necessary? Yet, even in my air conditioned home I feel even worse. Like I'm about to toss my cookies at any minute.
I barely munched down a salad for lunch. Supper was an even more difficult feat. And now I've sent Jeremy out for Sprite in hopes that will settle my stomach.
Can I ask you all for a favor? Send me some get healthy vibes? Jer has duty tomorrow and an entire day with Kyra while desperately wishing she would just take a siesta and sleep all day is unbearable just to think about. I hate ignoring my child but if Mama doesn't start to feel any better by dawn Kyra's going to have a rough day thanks to a bug I've picked up from somewhere.
So, got some healthy vibes? Anyone?
I've tried to ignore it. Even went out with a girl friend today. I tried to chalk up the yucky feeling in my stomach to the heat and the oh-my-God, is all this humidity really necessary? Yet, even in my air conditioned home I feel even worse. Like I'm about to toss my cookies at any minute.
I barely munched down a salad for lunch. Supper was an even more difficult feat. And now I've sent Jeremy out for Sprite in hopes that will settle my stomach.
Can I ask you all for a favor? Send me some get healthy vibes? Jer has duty tomorrow and an entire day with Kyra while desperately wishing she would just take a siesta and sleep all day is unbearable just to think about. I hate ignoring my child but if Mama doesn't start to feel any better by dawn Kyra's going to have a rough day thanks to a bug I've picked up from somewhere.
So, got some healthy vibes? Anyone?
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Gymnastics or Ballet?
The debate of whether to enroll Kyra in gymnastics or ballet has been solve.
We took Kyra ice skating on Friday. Rented a walker, taught her how to stomp on the ice to help her walk. By the end of our session Kyra was ditching the walker in an effort to set out on her own.
Sunday brought another day on the ice. No walker this time. This is our first few minutes on the ice and look at how well she's picked up this balancing and walking routine:
By the end of our session she was not just walking across the ice but running! The child has absolutely no fear of falling because when she does she simply scoops up a handful of snow and proceeds to eat it. Apparently this is her treat for being a good sport.
The catch is, classes are expensive. Affordable but expensive.
With a certain little girl's birthday coming up, we will gladly take cash donations to help pay for her lessons...
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