Hello, friends.
It seems that I contracted Pigpen's illness. I had suspected by his lack of crawling, lack of self-feeding, and crying each time I picked him up or moved him that he had some muscle soreness. Now I am sure that he had a whole mess of muscle soreness.
This is the strangest virus I have ever had. Sore throat, every muscle in my body hurting, but no fever. It hurts to touch my arms. My legs kill me to go up and down stairs. My abs hurt. My tongue hurts! Most bizarre thing I've ever had. As long as I take 4 Advil every 4 hours I can function in a fairly normal manner.
In other news.....um. Hmmm. I can't think of any other news. Piglet and his daddy got to go to the pool twice this weekend, wearing both of them out properly. I volunteered myself to join the clubhouse committee for my neighborhood, thinking it would be a good way to meet people. Turns out part of the job is to help clean the bathrooms by the pool. EWWWWWWWWWWW. There are other duties that I will like, but pool potty clean up? Ugh. The things I do to meet people.
Tomorrow I get to go to the fire station. Yippee! Boys are such interesting creatures, aren't they? I'm going to be bored to tears at the fire station just to keep Piglet entertained. I'm skipping my morning shower just for that. But? I get to go out for sushi tomorrow night. Woo hoo! I've been craving some of the rolls from this place since the last time we went. And I have a $25 off $50 coupon, so how can I go wrong??
Also, I've gotten hooked on Cosby Show reruns on TV Land. It was prompted by the presence of the cast on the Today Show a couple weeks ago. Now I'm sucked happily back into the 80s and enjoying what a great show that was.
I know this has been riveting, but unless you want me to describe the diaper rash that can result from eating two bowls of Frosted Mini Wheats, it's best that I sign off for now. (Factoid: did you know that one mini wheat is called a biscuit?)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Girls!
Howdy doody.
Pigpen is feeling better, his fever down at last, though he is still Mr. Snarksalot as his tooth is finishing up coming in. Piglet has had three days of school/camp this week, which has at least given me mornings with Pigpen.
We went to the library today. I know my life is glamourous. Our books were due and Piglet was SUPER EXCITED to put them in the book drop one at at time. (all 13.) We went in search of new books. At the end of his quiet time (In other updates, the nap is done and over. He's taken one in the last week and a half, but he's done really well going to bed around 8) I asked him if he wanted story books or learning books. The little smartie said learning books. I asked what he'd like to learn about and he promptly said, "The ABCDEFG's." Well, of course. What else would you like to learn about, I asked? "Girls!" he said.
Girls. He's two and a half and already completely mystified. Maybe I can find a book for him to read with daddy so they can learn together. We were unable to find a book about girls, but he did latch onto a copy of "Shades of Black", a book describing in detail the different pigments that exist within the black community and how they are each special. It's a board book and he's digging it. Who knew?
That's about all I'm good for today. The pool is open and I'm dying to go, but I have yet to figure out how to safely take a 2.5 year old rebel and an 11 month old scaredy cat, both complete non-swimmers, to the pool and come back with all of us. Any suggestions about gear or techniques would be much appreciated. There is a baby pool, but Piglet's been known to run for the big waters. And there's a water slide that's going to cause some major temptation.
Pigpen is feeling better, his fever down at last, though he is still Mr. Snarksalot as his tooth is finishing up coming in. Piglet has had three days of school/camp this week, which has at least given me mornings with Pigpen.
We went to the library today. I know my life is glamourous. Our books were due and Piglet was SUPER EXCITED to put them in the book drop one at at time. (all 13.) We went in search of new books. At the end of his quiet time (In other updates, the nap is done and over. He's taken one in the last week and a half, but he's done really well going to bed around 8) I asked him if he wanted story books or learning books. The little smartie said learning books. I asked what he'd like to learn about and he promptly said, "The ABCDEFG's." Well, of course. What else would you like to learn about, I asked? "Girls!" he said.
Girls. He's two and a half and already completely mystified. Maybe I can find a book for him to read with daddy so they can learn together. We were unable to find a book about girls, but he did latch onto a copy of "Shades of Black", a book describing in detail the different pigments that exist within the black community and how they are each special. It's a board book and he's digging it. Who knew?
That's about all I'm good for today. The pool is open and I'm dying to go, but I have yet to figure out how to safely take a 2.5 year old rebel and an 11 month old scaredy cat, both complete non-swimmers, to the pool and come back with all of us. Any suggestions about gear or techniques would be much appreciated. There is a baby pool, but Piglet's been known to run for the big waters. And there's a water slide that's going to cause some major temptation.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Martes
Argh. I'd like to take a moment to point out that it's Tuesday. Everyone pause for a moment to recognize Tuesday in all of its ugly ways. Somehow the Tuesday after a holiday on Monday seems even more offensive. How do I know it's Tuesday? Well, let's see....
Pigpen developed an Instant Fever at presisely 5:36pm yesterday and has been a wreck ever since. His fever was 103.3 during the night while he had Motrin in him. Of course it was a holiday and everything was closed, so I called to get an appointment first thing this morning and their first one was at 11:45. ELEVEN FORTY FIVE? Are you kidding me? How is that possible when I called before they were even open? Sigh. So here we are....waiting.
Today was Piglet's first day of his school's summer camp program. I took him in and he's in the same classroom, but has a different teacher who seemed surprised to find herself alone with a bunch of two year olds. Piglet burst into tears at the chaos and made my day even rosier. I left my friend with him to make sure he quieted and took off. She reported that he settled when I left, as is always the case with kids. I think it weirded him out that I was hanging around making sure the teacher had her wits about her and it made him nervous. I'm hoping an assistant rolled in to help her after I left.
So, here I sit with Pigpen stuffing Cheerios into his mouth wondering when he will nap after his weird night last night, and if I will get to take a shower. Ah, to bathe....such a luxury. Fingers crossed for no calls from the school.
That's really all the news I have to report except that CVS actually had to give me a gift card for $9 yesterday instead of me paying anything when I departed with two bags of goods. That was pretty fun.
Pigpen developed an Instant Fever at presisely 5:36pm yesterday and has been a wreck ever since. His fever was 103.3 during the night while he had Motrin in him. Of course it was a holiday and everything was closed, so I called to get an appointment first thing this morning and their first one was at 11:45. ELEVEN FORTY FIVE? Are you kidding me? How is that possible when I called before they were even open? Sigh. So here we are....waiting.
Today was Piglet's first day of his school's summer camp program. I took him in and he's in the same classroom, but has a different teacher who seemed surprised to find herself alone with a bunch of two year olds. Piglet burst into tears at the chaos and made my day even rosier. I left my friend with him to make sure he quieted and took off. She reported that he settled when I left, as is always the case with kids. I think it weirded him out that I was hanging around making sure the teacher had her wits about her and it made him nervous. I'm hoping an assistant rolled in to help her after I left.
So, here I sit with Pigpen stuffing Cheerios into his mouth wondering when he will nap after his weird night last night, and if I will get to take a shower. Ah, to bathe....such a luxury. Fingers crossed for no calls from the school.
That's really all the news I have to report except that CVS actually had to give me a gift card for $9 yesterday instead of me paying anything when I departed with two bags of goods. That was pretty fun.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Fancy Feast?
Is it Sunday night already? For real? It's a darned good thing there's another day added to this rainout of a cold weekend. I've heard a rumor that our pool is open, but there's no way I'm getting near it as cold as this month has been. Piglet will be all over that and guess who has to get in the water now and can't just lie in a chair like a beached whale? That would be me.
I bought him a Do Not Sink vest today since I'm going to have two nonswimmers alone at the pool this summer. I KNOW the day will come when Piglet flings himself into the deep pool and expects to bob lightly at the surface. Best to be prepared.
I fell off of my own blogging wagon a bit this weekend. You know why? I actually HAD PLANS on Thursday night. To go OUT. In a real restaurant with people my own age. No crayons or anything! You're jealous, I can feel it. I'm trying to get to know people in my neighborhood, right? So I was pretty happy I even got invited to this shindig and looked forward to meeting some new people.
You must know by this point that I had to do something to screw it up. We went to a Mexican restaurant where I ordered the fish tacos, a favorite dish of mine. The eight women from my neighborhood sat and chatted and drank margaritas. It was good fun until my food arrived.
It started at my end of the table and one by one every person at the table covered their noses and tried not to gag. My dinner REEKED. We're talking Fancy Feast heated up and served with rice. REEKED. It was so foul that I fogged the whole table and we couldn't rid the air of the stench even after begging the manager to take it away.
So I guess that makes me the new girl who ordered the cat food platter. I'm sure people will be jumping over themselves to invite me to the next dinner. Maybe I can order a big basket of manure.
Rest of the weekend has been a blur of chores and duties, but today I did get to the grocery store in time for a significant removal of goods:
My original total was $114.19, but I only paid $5.30. It was a good day at the supermarket.
I bought him a Do Not Sink vest today since I'm going to have two nonswimmers alone at the pool this summer. I KNOW the day will come when Piglet flings himself into the deep pool and expects to bob lightly at the surface. Best to be prepared.
I fell off of my own blogging wagon a bit this weekend. You know why? I actually HAD PLANS on Thursday night. To go OUT. In a real restaurant with people my own age. No crayons or anything! You're jealous, I can feel it. I'm trying to get to know people in my neighborhood, right? So I was pretty happy I even got invited to this shindig and looked forward to meeting some new people.
You must know by this point that I had to do something to screw it up. We went to a Mexican restaurant where I ordered the fish tacos, a favorite dish of mine. The eight women from my neighborhood sat and chatted and drank margaritas. It was good fun until my food arrived.
It started at my end of the table and one by one every person at the table covered their noses and tried not to gag. My dinner REEKED. We're talking Fancy Feast heated up and served with rice. REEKED. It was so foul that I fogged the whole table and we couldn't rid the air of the stench even after begging the manager to take it away.
So I guess that makes me the new girl who ordered the cat food platter. I'm sure people will be jumping over themselves to invite me to the next dinner. Maybe I can order a big basket of manure.
Rest of the weekend has been a blur of chores and duties, but today I did get to the grocery store in time for a significant removal of goods:
My original total was $114.19, but I only paid $5.30. It was a good day at the supermarket.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Tale of the Tooth
Living in Ohio, winters were bleak, so we rollerskated in the basement. Usually to the soundtrack of our Cabbage Patch Kids record, but sometimes we mixed it up with the Muppet Show record as well. There was a pole to grab onto and swing around and a staircase to circle.
There was also a table, which was a bit of an obstacle.
My super-coordinated, never falls down and gets hurt, athletic sister Katie was goofing off and somehow went flying into the table at full speed on her rollerskates. She doubled at the waist when she hit the table and the upper half of her body folded onto the table. I laughed. I pointed. There may have even been some guffawing.
Then I skated backwards to get enough speed to imitate what she had just done. "This is how you looked!" I taunted and went tearing off at warp speed toward that table. Just like her, I bent at the waist, and BASH! I heard a crack. I looked down and saw my tooth shattered all over the table.
There was silence. Then Katie teetered in laughter that had a question mark at the end? Tee hee hee?
Blast.
There was also a table, which was a bit of an obstacle.
My super-coordinated, never falls down and gets hurt, athletic sister Katie was goofing off and somehow went flying into the table at full speed on her rollerskates. She doubled at the waist when she hit the table and the upper half of her body folded onto the table. I laughed. I pointed. There may have even been some guffawing.
Then I skated backwards to get enough speed to imitate what she had just done. "This is how you looked!" I taunted and went tearing off at warp speed toward that table. Just like her, I bent at the waist, and BASH! I heard a crack. I looked down and saw my tooth shattered all over the table.
There was silence. Then Katie teetered in laughter that had a question mark at the end? Tee hee hee?
Blast.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Ahoy.
So, there I was, just eating my lunch with Pigpen. A delicious taco salad straight from Pigs' kitchen, if you're so interested. And then my tooth fell out.
Okay, so not my whole tooth, just a significant chunk of my front tooth that had had a bonding applied to it in, oh....1990. That dentist was so confident in his work that he guaranteed the thing to hold for five years. Well, 19 years later, the darned thing fell off and I am pretty sure that I ate his work because it wasn't to be found anywhere.
This of course left me with a gap toothed look. Today I went to the dentist to get my toof fixed. While waiting in the lobby, I eavesdropped on two decrepit old ladies filling out the paperwork, one for the other. She staged whispered each question slowly to her friend and I tried hard not to laugh.
[old lady gravelly voice] "Are you pregnant?"
She peers up at her friend from her hunch over the clipboard, pen poised above the check box.
[long pause] "Yes."
[I disguise my laughter as a cough and try not to choke.]
"Are you nursing?" She peers at her friend again, pen poised.
"No." She speaks her words slowly and carefully, as though much thought went into each one.
"Are you on birth control?"
Finally, the woman has the capacity to laugh. And I giggled to keep her company. Old people are so funny. Oh, and I got my tooth put back on and I look much fancier now.
Anyhoo....today was Day 4 of the Quiet Time Experiment. It was also the last day of preschool which involved a bouncehouse. After 20 minutes of quiet playtime he calmly passed out in his bed and had to be awakened at 4pm. What does this prove? I have no idea. You tell me.
In other funny people watching news, yesterday I went to the movie theater to buy gift cards for Piglet's teachers and had to stifle the laughter again. The teenager in line behind me went to the window to purchase her ticket. "That will be eight dollars," said the cashier. The teenager looked confused and gestured at a sign. "Isn't it supposed to be six dollars?" I super casually leaned over to read the sign: TUESDAY SENIORS $6. I bit my tongue, I really did, but I know she and the elderly couple behind her heard my snickers as the cashier had to tell her gently that the sign meant those over 60, not idiotic high school seniors. It must be hard to go through life stupid.
That about covers all the witty anecdotes I can recall from the last two days. I would like to point out that I have been diligently doing my part in resuming posting and my dear readers out there got awfully excited that first day and then jumped off the bandwagon. THESE ARE WITTY ANECDOTES, PEOPLE! Where are you?
Okay, so not my whole tooth, just a significant chunk of my front tooth that had had a bonding applied to it in, oh....1990. That dentist was so confident in his work that he guaranteed the thing to hold for five years. Well, 19 years later, the darned thing fell off and I am pretty sure that I ate his work because it wasn't to be found anywhere.
This of course left me with a gap toothed look. Today I went to the dentist to get my toof fixed. While waiting in the lobby, I eavesdropped on two decrepit old ladies filling out the paperwork, one for the other. She staged whispered each question slowly to her friend and I tried hard not to laugh.
[old lady gravelly voice] "Are you pregnant?"
She peers up at her friend from her hunch over the clipboard, pen poised above the check box.
[long pause] "Yes."
[I disguise my laughter as a cough and try not to choke.]
"Are you nursing?" She peers at her friend again, pen poised.
"No." She speaks her words slowly and carefully, as though much thought went into each one.
"Are you on birth control?"
Finally, the woman has the capacity to laugh. And I giggled to keep her company. Old people are so funny. Oh, and I got my tooth put back on and I look much fancier now.
Anyhoo....today was Day 4 of the Quiet Time Experiment. It was also the last day of preschool which involved a bouncehouse. After 20 minutes of quiet playtime he calmly passed out in his bed and had to be awakened at 4pm. What does this prove? I have no idea. You tell me.
In other funny people watching news, yesterday I went to the movie theater to buy gift cards for Piglet's teachers and had to stifle the laughter again. The teenager in line behind me went to the window to purchase her ticket. "That will be eight dollars," said the cashier. The teenager looked confused and gestured at a sign. "Isn't it supposed to be six dollars?" I super casually leaned over to read the sign: TUESDAY SENIORS $6. I bit my tongue, I really did, but I know she and the elderly couple behind her heard my snickers as the cashier had to tell her gently that the sign meant those over 60, not idiotic high school seniors. It must be hard to go through life stupid.
That about covers all the witty anecdotes I can recall from the last two days. I would like to point out that I have been diligently doing my part in resuming posting and my dear readers out there got awfully excited that first day and then jumped off the bandwagon. THESE ARE WITTY ANECDOTES, PEOPLE! Where are you?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Day 2
Well, after the nude event last night, he did go to sleep fairly quickly. This morning there was no sleeping in. There was crankiness and poor Pigpen bore the brunt of it. I took them to a park this morning to run off some energy, thinking perhaps this would lead to more resting than playing during Quiet Time.
He played very nicely for a while in Quiet Time. About an hour passed and I heard the sound of toys striking the door and had to go remove some of the toys as a consequence. The rules of Quiet Time were:
1. Be quiet.
2. No throwing.
3. No climbing.
Today I had to add a fourth because when I came to get him at the end of Quiet Time (no sleep again), he was stark naked and poking his boy parts with Seven. I may have neglected to mention that in addition to his frog named Froggy, he has recently acquired a (very, very) small bear that came with a free sample I got. For unknown reasons, he named it Seven. Seven is so wee that he is regularly lost in covers and such. I fear the day that Gus eats him. Anyway....back to poking the boys parts with Seven.
We had a stern talking to about how we don't take our clothes off unless it's bathtime, and especially not until he's potty trained. Thus:
4. No nudity.
He was a royal pain for most of the afternoon, whining, crying, throwing tantrums, refusing to stay in time out and having to go to his room instead. Fun stuff. But, he crashed and was asleep by 8. He has school the next two days, so the saga will only get more dramatic from here.
Yee ha.
He played very nicely for a while in Quiet Time. About an hour passed and I heard the sound of toys striking the door and had to go remove some of the toys as a consequence. The rules of Quiet Time were:
1. Be quiet.
2. No throwing.
3. No climbing.
Today I had to add a fourth because when I came to get him at the end of Quiet Time (no sleep again), he was stark naked and poking his boy parts with Seven. I may have neglected to mention that in addition to his frog named Froggy, he has recently acquired a (very, very) small bear that came with a free sample I got. For unknown reasons, he named it Seven. Seven is so wee that he is regularly lost in covers and such. I fear the day that Gus eats him. Anyway....back to poking the boys parts with Seven.
We had a stern talking to about how we don't take our clothes off unless it's bathtime, and especially not until he's potty trained. Thus:
4. No nudity.
He was a royal pain for most of the afternoon, whining, crying, throwing tantrums, refusing to stay in time out and having to go to his room instead. Fun stuff. But, he crashed and was asleep by 8. He has school the next two days, so the saga will only get more dramatic from here.
Yee ha.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Day One
Dear people who think my child is ready to give up his nap,
I am entertaining the idea, though I know for a fact that he is not ready, as evidenced by the fit-throwing that commences around 5pm each day that he does not take a nap. Further proof is in the inability to go to sleep that night and the early early early waking the next morning.
However.
I am going to give something new a whirl as my mom and I were toying with the idea that this could be related to Pigpen learning new skills and getting an increasing amount of both my attention and Piglet's toys.
Therefore.
For one week, I am going to try to not make him nap. Meaning, that I put several quiet toys in his room, lifted the "You must stay in your bed" rule and cheerfully deemed the naptime "Quiet Time". He was elated.
He stayed in his room playing with his toys for two hours with only one injury when he somehow fell off of his bed and onto his head. He's fine. Of course at the end of this time period when released from his room, he was cranky, tired, and mean to Pigpen until bedtime.
So, he had dinner, bath, and ten minutes of Cars and off to bed he went. When Piglet is tired, he promptly gets overtired, and does not sleep. So, within ten minutes I went up to check on him and there he was in all of his glory. By this, I mean that he was buck naked and crouched on his dresser top with his tail sticking up in the air, spitting onto the furniture. He had accumulated a small puddle of spit.
"I puked!" he exclaimed gleefully, unaware of his obvious nudity. "Puked" has been the word of the week since Gus puked up the contents of his stomach in the yard one day and proceeded to gobble it all back up, lest he waste some precious dog food. Piglet was fascinated and grossed out and can't stop using the word puke.
"You did not puke," I said firmly. "You spit on your dresser which is really gross." I re-dressed him and put him to bed, crying because I wiped up the "puke" that he had worked so hard to produce.
"I need medicine!" he cried pathetically. "I need teething tablets!"
"You have all of your teeth. I don't think that will be necessary. Why don't you try going to sleep or there will be no toys during quiet time tomorrow." I glowered threateningly.
"I want toys," he said. And lay down. And perhaps went to sleep. It is eerily quiet up there. I will report back on the experiment tomorrow if I survive it.
I am entertaining the idea, though I know for a fact that he is not ready, as evidenced by the fit-throwing that commences around 5pm each day that he does not take a nap. Further proof is in the inability to go to sleep that night and the early early early waking the next morning.
However.
I am going to give something new a whirl as my mom and I were toying with the idea that this could be related to Pigpen learning new skills and getting an increasing amount of both my attention and Piglet's toys.
Therefore.
For one week, I am going to try to not make him nap. Meaning, that I put several quiet toys in his room, lifted the "You must stay in your bed" rule and cheerfully deemed the naptime "Quiet Time". He was elated.
He stayed in his room playing with his toys for two hours with only one injury when he somehow fell off of his bed and onto his head. He's fine. Of course at the end of this time period when released from his room, he was cranky, tired, and mean to Pigpen until bedtime.
So, he had dinner, bath, and ten minutes of Cars and off to bed he went. When Piglet is tired, he promptly gets overtired, and does not sleep. So, within ten minutes I went up to check on him and there he was in all of his glory. By this, I mean that he was buck naked and crouched on his dresser top with his tail sticking up in the air, spitting onto the furniture. He had accumulated a small puddle of spit.
"I puked!" he exclaimed gleefully, unaware of his obvious nudity. "Puked" has been the word of the week since Gus puked up the contents of his stomach in the yard one day and proceeded to gobble it all back up, lest he waste some precious dog food. Piglet was fascinated and grossed out and can't stop using the word puke.
"You did not puke," I said firmly. "You spit on your dresser which is really gross." I re-dressed him and put him to bed, crying because I wiped up the "puke" that he had worked so hard to produce.
"I need medicine!" he cried pathetically. "I need teething tablets!"
"You have all of your teeth. I don't think that will be necessary. Why don't you try going to sleep or there will be no toys during quiet time tomorrow." I glowered threateningly.
"I want toys," he said. And lay down. And perhaps went to sleep. It is eerily quiet up there. I will report back on the experiment tomorrow if I survive it.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
100 Things List Revisited
So, almost 4 years ago I wrote out my 100 things list. I think it might be fun to see how much things have changed or remained the same. Let's see, shall we?
1. I've lived in 4 states and 6 cities. Better make that 5 states and 7 cities.
2. I have one sister. Yep.
3. No one may touch my feet ever. Nooooo.....
4. When I was little, my favorite food was fried chicken livers. Sadly.
5. I hate going to the grocery store. BWAH HA HA HA HA!!! Grocery game, anyone?
6. I also hate emptying the dishwasher. Kind of like it now because taking care of babies makes it seem much easier.
7. My favorite place is the beach. Yes, though I haven't been in two years.
8. Cheese is my all time favorite food. Indeed.
9. If I didn't have scoliosis, the doctor said I'd be two inches taller. Haven't grown.
10. I am terrified of spiders. And scorpions.
11. My dad wouldn't let us eat candy or dessert until I was about 12. And now I eat way too much.
12. I got my first cavity when I was 12. Can't change that.
13. I was the editor-in-chief of my college newspaper. Or that.
14. I thrived on writing editorials to stir things up. Eh.
15. My car is named Lucy. She is a Toyota RAV4. Still true.
16. I once got hit in the face with a raw egg while rollerskating. That was me.
17. I can walk on stilts. Doubtful.
18. I read incessantly. Now I would say "when I have time before I collapse in sleep."
19. I've watched Days of Our Lives since 4th grade. And now Tivo makes it way faster.
20. I still watch The Real World. Nope.
21. When I used to babysit, I always ate junk food from their pantry. Yes.
22. I worked at Pizza Hut for 2.5 years in high school. True dat.
23. I went to a women's college. Yepper.
24. I have a garden with tomatoes and peppers. Oh....yeah that garden dried up years ago. And then I moved.
25. I am legally blind. Yes. Still can't have Lasik until I'm for sure done having kids. That, and I haven't found an eye doctor yet.
26. My hearing and sense of smell are incredible. And now that I have two kids, I wish they were less so.
27. I took bowling for a PE credit in college. I'm still terrible. Still true.
28. I once had a mouse named Ralph. Hard to change that.
29. I took Spanish for five years, but I learned most of my Spanish teaching. And subsequently lost it again upon stopping teaching.
30. I can't see those 3D pictures in the comics and it drives me insane. Back to the blindness.
31. I was on the diving team in high school. I wasn't fabulous. But I'm awesome now! Just kidding.
32. I also ran hurdles for track. I had long, gangly legs. Still do.
33. I majored in psychology and accidentally became a teacher. That developmental psych class is coming in handy now.
34. I don't like snakes, but I'm not really scared of them. Which is good since we were plagued with them in Texas.
35. I like the way new rafts smell. Haven't been to the beach in two years, but remember it well.
36. I've never caused a car accident, but two of my cars have been totaled. (Hmmm...) May or may not have struck friend's car since this update.
37. I'm a terrible gambler.
38. I'm highly allergic to cats. Cats like me.
39. I have the most spoiled beagle in the world. Nope, this changed when we had Piglet.
40. I'm terribly uncoordinated. Sadly, yes.
41. The first thing I ever had psuedo-published was a modern day version of a fairy tale: Little Pink Punky Hood. She had pink hair and carried a boombox on her shoulder.
42. I played the piano for 8 years. Now I can only play Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
43. I think I may have seen every episode of Friends. And I quote it way too much. Have since stopped watching it, but can still relate many situations to the show.
44. I still remember where all the hidden money is on Super Mario Brothers. Cannot confirm.
45. I don't really like going to concerts. Unless they are outside and I can lounge on the grass. Would go to any concert now if I got to go alone or with friends!
46. I broke a finger and a toe in the same door on different occasions. And later had a sink fall and smash my other toe.
47. I drive 18 hours straight through to go home for Christmas every year with Gus in the car. Nooooo! Thank goodness that's over.
48. I really like reading chick lit in the summer. I remember when I had time to read.....that was neat.
49. I reread my favorite books over and over again. Yeah, no.
50. Some of my favorite kid's books include: Anne of Green Gables, The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, Holes, Harry Potter, The Phantom Tollbooth, and Maniac Magee.
51. I've won two trophies playing tennis that I am ridiculously proud of. I can now make that three!
52. My backyard overlooks a Texas cornfield. We get a lot of snakes. My backyard now overlooks the Georgia woods. We get a lot of mosquitoes, toads, lizards, and turtles. Gus loves this.
53. I think it's weird that armadillos are roadkill here. I do not miss armadillo roadkill.
54. I just got Caller ID this past year. I think I was the last person ever. And now? I can text!
55. I am obsessed with getting mail, checking email, and checking my mailbox at school. Add Twitter and Facebook to that.
56. I've trained my dog to howl and celebrate when we tell him it's Friday. Every day is the same now. Now he celebrates by nuzzling my hand for pets when the kids go to bed.
57. I can teach you about all of the North Carolina lighthouses. Now we'd be lucky if I can name them.
58. I am a good cook and I enjoy cooking. And eating what I cook. Still true.
59. I am a major cheapskate. I clip coupons for fun and get a high off of sales. Multiply this times ten!
60. My dad called my sister and I "boys" our whole lives. No one is really sure why.
61. We came out relatively normal anyway. Eh.
62. Despite my tales of woe, I really love teaching. It's never, ever boring. And miss it!
63. My favorite movies are Shag, When Harry Met Sally, and Christmas Vacation.
64. My best friend and my husband can both quote pretty much all of Christmas Vacation.
65. I really like to name things.
66. I'm good at keeping plants alive. I like to name them too. Oooh...not so much anymore. I'm down to 4 or 5 plants and they're iffy.
67. I didn't brush my hair for most of fifth grade.
68. I always like the book better than the movie. Except for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think Roald Dahl put some weed in there.
69. I get really attached to inanimate objects and feel bad when I have to give them away. I miss my plants I had to give away before we moved last summer. If you were a recipient, be a dear and update me on their status.
70. My second toe is longer than my big toe, which my mom says means I am bossy.
71. I once went through a car wash with the window open. It was a mistake.
72. The word spigot gets on my nerves.
73. I am a spelling nazi. It does matter and spellcheck is not everything.
74. I really like filling out forms.
75. I buy new washcloths every year because I'm paranoid that they might get sour. Now I turn them into rags and wash Pigpen's face ten times a day.
76. I had a roommate for 3 years who didn't realize she had sour towels.
77. I love to color with Crayola crayons and to write with Crayola markers.
78. My obsession with school supplies is part of why I became a teacher.
79. I played in a handbell choir in 7th grade.
80. I am really good at remembering numbers.
81. I am skeeved out my touching my own collarbones or the back of my bellybutton. Pregnancy made it stick out which was nasty.
82. When my sister and I were left home alone, we used to play Don't Touch the Floor. It involved walking on the kitchen table and climbing over the refrigerator. This was not safe.
83. I love anything Reese's.
84. Santa Claus still comes to my house at Christmas. He no longer brings me anything. It's all Piglet and Pigpen these days. I guess that's fair.
85. I am 29 years old. 33
86. Part of my bachelorette party involved singing karaoke in a double wide trailer that was a bar at the beach. I wore a coconut bra and received a t-shirt which read "I got trailor trashed at KoKoMo's." The misspelling is intentional. Still have the shirt.
87. When cliff jumping on my honeymoon, I tripped while going off the edge and had to spend the ride down regaining my balance.
88. I love to talk on the phone.
89. I have a genetic predisposition to gossip.
90. I have three chin hairs named Larry, Darryl, and Darryl. I would like to make sure that it's known that these are plucked.
91. I have one wild kinky hair that grows out of the top right corner of my head. I call him Mustafa and mail him to my mom everytime I pull him out with a note that says, "Who's My Daddy?"
92. People watching and eavesdropping are two of my favorite sports. Ah....to have that time back.
93. My favorite pair of shorts came from Goodwill. They were men's Wranglers and they have a dip ring on one pocket and a wallet mark on the other. My mom hates them. I still have them. She still hates them. And they fit me again!
94. The paint in my office is called Squirrel. My office is now a yellowish brown.
95. I love margaritas, frozen with salt.
96. I have been married for four years. 8
97. I love boiled peanuts and Bud Light, especially at football games. Mmmmmm.....
98. I think that little kids should dress like little kids and not like Britney Spears.
99. I love writing on my blog, but wish I knew how to make it look prettier. Don't care how it looks now. Just trying to write.
100. I really like making lists. Indeed.
1. I've lived in 4 states and 6 cities. Better make that 5 states and 7 cities.
2. I have one sister. Yep.
3. No one may touch my feet ever. Nooooo.....
4. When I was little, my favorite food was fried chicken livers. Sadly.
5. I hate going to the grocery store. BWAH HA HA HA HA!!! Grocery game, anyone?
6. I also hate emptying the dishwasher. Kind of like it now because taking care of babies makes it seem much easier.
7. My favorite place is the beach. Yes, though I haven't been in two years.
8. Cheese is my all time favorite food. Indeed.
9. If I didn't have scoliosis, the doctor said I'd be two inches taller. Haven't grown.
10. I am terrified of spiders. And scorpions.
11. My dad wouldn't let us eat candy or dessert until I was about 12. And now I eat way too much.
12. I got my first cavity when I was 12. Can't change that.
13. I was the editor-in-chief of my college newspaper. Or that.
14. I thrived on writing editorials to stir things up. Eh.
15. My car is named Lucy. She is a Toyota RAV4. Still true.
16. I once got hit in the face with a raw egg while rollerskating. That was me.
17. I can walk on stilts. Doubtful.
18. I read incessantly. Now I would say "when I have time before I collapse in sleep."
19. I've watched Days of Our Lives since 4th grade. And now Tivo makes it way faster.
20. I still watch The Real World. Nope.
21. When I used to babysit, I always ate junk food from their pantry. Yes.
22. I worked at Pizza Hut for 2.5 years in high school. True dat.
23. I went to a women's college. Yepper.
24. I have a garden with tomatoes and peppers. Oh....yeah that garden dried up years ago. And then I moved.
25. I am legally blind. Yes. Still can't have Lasik until I'm for sure done having kids. That, and I haven't found an eye doctor yet.
26. My hearing and sense of smell are incredible. And now that I have two kids, I wish they were less so.
27. I took bowling for a PE credit in college. I'm still terrible. Still true.
28. I once had a mouse named Ralph. Hard to change that.
29. I took Spanish for five years, but I learned most of my Spanish teaching. And subsequently lost it again upon stopping teaching.
30. I can't see those 3D pictures in the comics and it drives me insane. Back to the blindness.
31. I was on the diving team in high school. I wasn't fabulous. But I'm awesome now! Just kidding.
32. I also ran hurdles for track. I had long, gangly legs. Still do.
33. I majored in psychology and accidentally became a teacher. That developmental psych class is coming in handy now.
34. I don't like snakes, but I'm not really scared of them. Which is good since we were plagued with them in Texas.
35. I like the way new rafts smell. Haven't been to the beach in two years, but remember it well.
36. I've never caused a car accident, but two of my cars have been totaled. (Hmmm...) May or may not have struck friend's car since this update.
37. I'm a terrible gambler.
38. I'm highly allergic to cats. Cats like me.
39. I have the most spoiled beagle in the world. Nope, this changed when we had Piglet.
40. I'm terribly uncoordinated. Sadly, yes.
41. The first thing I ever had psuedo-published was a modern day version of a fairy tale: Little Pink Punky Hood. She had pink hair and carried a boombox on her shoulder.
42. I played the piano for 8 years. Now I can only play Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
43. I think I may have seen every episode of Friends. And I quote it way too much. Have since stopped watching it, but can still relate many situations to the show.
44. I still remember where all the hidden money is on Super Mario Brothers. Cannot confirm.
45. I don't really like going to concerts. Unless they are outside and I can lounge on the grass. Would go to any concert now if I got to go alone or with friends!
46. I broke a finger and a toe in the same door on different occasions. And later had a sink fall and smash my other toe.
47. I drive 18 hours straight through to go home for Christmas every year with Gus in the car. Nooooo! Thank goodness that's over.
48. I really like reading chick lit in the summer. I remember when I had time to read.....that was neat.
49. I reread my favorite books over and over again. Yeah, no.
50. Some of my favorite kid's books include: Anne of Green Gables, The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles, Holes, Harry Potter, The Phantom Tollbooth, and Maniac Magee.
51. I've won two trophies playing tennis that I am ridiculously proud of. I can now make that three!
52. My backyard overlooks a Texas cornfield. We get a lot of snakes. My backyard now overlooks the Georgia woods. We get a lot of mosquitoes, toads, lizards, and turtles. Gus loves this.
53. I think it's weird that armadillos are roadkill here. I do not miss armadillo roadkill.
54. I just got Caller ID this past year. I think I was the last person ever. And now? I can text!
55. I am obsessed with getting mail, checking email, and checking my mailbox at school. Add Twitter and Facebook to that.
56. I've trained my dog to howl and celebrate when we tell him it's Friday. Every day is the same now. Now he celebrates by nuzzling my hand for pets when the kids go to bed.
57. I can teach you about all of the North Carolina lighthouses. Now we'd be lucky if I can name them.
58. I am a good cook and I enjoy cooking. And eating what I cook. Still true.
59. I am a major cheapskate. I clip coupons for fun and get a high off of sales. Multiply this times ten!
60. My dad called my sister and I "boys" our whole lives. No one is really sure why.
61. We came out relatively normal anyway. Eh.
62. Despite my tales of woe, I really love teaching. It's never, ever boring. And miss it!
63. My favorite movies are Shag, When Harry Met Sally, and Christmas Vacation.
64. My best friend and my husband can both quote pretty much all of Christmas Vacation.
65. I really like to name things.
66. I'm good at keeping plants alive. I like to name them too. Oooh...not so much anymore. I'm down to 4 or 5 plants and they're iffy.
67. I didn't brush my hair for most of fifth grade.
68. I always like the book better than the movie. Except for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think Roald Dahl put some weed in there.
69. I get really attached to inanimate objects and feel bad when I have to give them away. I miss my plants I had to give away before we moved last summer. If you were a recipient, be a dear and update me on their status.
70. My second toe is longer than my big toe, which my mom says means I am bossy.
71. I once went through a car wash with the window open. It was a mistake.
72. The word spigot gets on my nerves.
73. I am a spelling nazi. It does matter and spellcheck is not everything.
74. I really like filling out forms.
75. I buy new washcloths every year because I'm paranoid that they might get sour. Now I turn them into rags and wash Pigpen's face ten times a day.
76. I had a roommate for 3 years who didn't realize she had sour towels.
77. I love to color with Crayola crayons and to write with Crayola markers.
78. My obsession with school supplies is part of why I became a teacher.
79. I played in a handbell choir in 7th grade.
80. I am really good at remembering numbers.
81. I am skeeved out my touching my own collarbones or the back of my bellybutton. Pregnancy made it stick out which was nasty.
82. When my sister and I were left home alone, we used to play Don't Touch the Floor. It involved walking on the kitchen table and climbing over the refrigerator. This was not safe.
83. I love anything Reese's.
84. Santa Claus still comes to my house at Christmas. He no longer brings me anything. It's all Piglet and Pigpen these days. I guess that's fair.
85. I am 29 years old. 33
86. Part of my bachelorette party involved singing karaoke in a double wide trailer that was a bar at the beach. I wore a coconut bra and received a t-shirt which read "I got trailor trashed at KoKoMo's." The misspelling is intentional. Still have the shirt.
87. When cliff jumping on my honeymoon, I tripped while going off the edge and had to spend the ride down regaining my balance.
88. I love to talk on the phone.
89. I have a genetic predisposition to gossip.
90. I have three chin hairs named Larry, Darryl, and Darryl. I would like to make sure that it's known that these are plucked.
91. I have one wild kinky hair that grows out of the top right corner of my head. I call him Mustafa and mail him to my mom everytime I pull him out with a note that says, "Who's My Daddy?"
92. People watching and eavesdropping are two of my favorite sports. Ah....to have that time back.
93. My favorite pair of shorts came from Goodwill. They were men's Wranglers and they have a dip ring on one pocket and a wallet mark on the other. My mom hates them. I still have them. She still hates them. And they fit me again!
94. The paint in my office is called Squirrel. My office is now a yellowish brown.
95. I love margaritas, frozen with salt.
96. I have been married for four years. 8
97. I love boiled peanuts and Bud Light, especially at football games. Mmmmmm.....
98. I think that little kids should dress like little kids and not like Britney Spears.
99. I love writing on my blog, but wish I knew how to make it look prettier. Don't care how it looks now. Just trying to write.
100. I really like making lists. Indeed.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Warning: Opinion Ahead
They had a big partay at preschool today. It must have been quite the throwdown because when I picked up my Piglet, he had gained two bright tattoos right smack on his forearms. Tattoos? I'm sorry, he's two! Really? Tattoos?
If you're one of those people who think that temporary tattoos on children are cute and funny, feel free to disagree with me. BUT I THINK THEY'RE TACKY. And of course, today was the day that I chose to go to Kroger after school where the cashier and the bag person have to comment about how cute the fire truck and turtle are on his forearms. I was mortified.
- Note: I'm kind of watching "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" on TLC in the background, so if I write something random, I apologize. -
In other household news, Pigpen has been learning a lot. I think I mentioned that he was learning to crawl, walk, pull up, and talk kind of all at the same time. He learned to pull up about two weeks ago, and can stand for about ten seconds without falling, but only takes steps by accident. Today he mastered crawling. He's going in kind of a bizarre order, but it seems to work for him. He also got his first boo boo today in conjunction with his first crawling adventure. He took a little bash into the coffee table for his first face owie.
That's about all we have going on around here. I need to go clip some coupons, watch something meaningful on TV, and address some baby shower invitations. TTFN, friends.
If you're one of those people who think that temporary tattoos on children are cute and funny, feel free to disagree with me. BUT I THINK THEY'RE TACKY. And of course, today was the day that I chose to go to Kroger after school where the cashier and the bag person have to comment about how cute the fire truck and turtle are on his forearms. I was mortified.
- Note: I'm kind of watching "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" on TLC in the background, so if I write something random, I apologize. -
In other household news, Pigpen has been learning a lot. I think I mentioned that he was learning to crawl, walk, pull up, and talk kind of all at the same time. He learned to pull up about two weeks ago, and can stand for about ten seconds without falling, but only takes steps by accident. Today he mastered crawling. He's going in kind of a bizarre order, but it seems to work for him. He also got his first boo boo today in conjunction with his first crawling adventure. He took a little bash into the coffee table for his first face owie.
That's about all we have going on around here. I need to go clip some coupons, watch something meaningful on TV, and address some baby shower invitations. TTFN, friends.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Dense, at best.
It's 9:15pm and I'm completely distracted by the fact that my nap-less Piglet is finally asleep for the night, but kind of naked. He did the courtesy of leaving his diaper on, but other than that is fast asleep atop a pile of books and his covers. He just looks cold to me. To dress or not to dress? I don't want him to wake up in the morning and notice his diaper and think, "Hey....I think I'll take that bad boy off!" Decisions and conundrums.
The only other event of consequence today was my discussion with perhaps the dumbest customer service representative on earth. I called regarding my All You subscription, the only magazine I will pay for because I got it for 80 cents an issue and it's filled with hundreds of coupons which support my habit. I ordered it in March and haven't received an issue yet, but when I checked on it online it said that my subscription will end on April 1, 2011.
In my mind, this means that it should have started April 1st for a two year subscription, no? And so I called. I explained the situation to the dense woman who was probably on the other side of the world. She had the following to say:
DW: You will get your first issue on June 26.
Me: Uh, how is that a two year subscription?
DW: Because it's published every other month.
Me: No it's not. I see here there's an April and a May. How is that every other month?
DW: Please hold. [long pause] I see here that this magazine is published monthly.
Me: Uh, duh. So how is June to April two years?
DW: Ma'am you will get 24 issues.
Me: HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
DW: Please hold, I will check with my supervisor [pause] Okay, my supervisor has said that I can extend your subscription by a month since you don't believe it will be 24 issues.
Me: It won't! How is that mathematically possible?!
DW: Ma'am, the magazine goes by covers, not by dates.
Me: Huh? What? Excuse me? That still makes no sense.
DW: Can I interest you in a subscription to People magazine for only $29?
Me: Are you kidding me? I haven't even gotten the one I paid for!
DW: Thank you for calling us. Goodbye.
Me: ARGH!!!
On a good note, my Dish Network bill this month was only $2.01, so I did something right. Off to watch The Biggest Loser now that I've downed 3 slices of pizza.
The only other event of consequence today was my discussion with perhaps the dumbest customer service representative on earth. I called regarding my All You subscription, the only magazine I will pay for because I got it for 80 cents an issue and it's filled with hundreds of coupons which support my habit. I ordered it in March and haven't received an issue yet, but when I checked on it online it said that my subscription will end on April 1, 2011.
In my mind, this means that it should have started April 1st for a two year subscription, no? And so I called. I explained the situation to the dense woman who was probably on the other side of the world. She had the following to say:
DW: You will get your first issue on June 26.
Me: Uh, how is that a two year subscription?
DW: Because it's published every other month.
Me: No it's not. I see here there's an April and a May. How is that every other month?
DW: Please hold. [long pause] I see here that this magazine is published monthly.
Me: Uh, duh. So how is June to April two years?
DW: Ma'am you will get 24 issues.
Me: HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
DW: Please hold, I will check with my supervisor [pause] Okay, my supervisor has said that I can extend your subscription by a month since you don't believe it will be 24 issues.
Me: It won't! How is that mathematically possible?!
DW: Ma'am, the magazine goes by covers, not by dates.
Me: Huh? What? Excuse me? That still makes no sense.
DW: Can I interest you in a subscription to People magazine for only $29?
Me: Are you kidding me? I haven't even gotten the one I paid for!
DW: Thank you for calling us. Goodbye.
Me: ARGH!!!
On a good note, my Dish Network bill this month was only $2.01, so I did something right. Off to watch The Biggest Loser now that I've downed 3 slices of pizza.
Monday, May 11, 2009
I'm curious about George.
I was just subjected to the longest bedtime ever. Mr. Pigs is working late and thankfully, my mom is here this week to help. (My dad too, but he offered to do dishes when he found out that there were potentially diapers involved in the bath process.) So, we put Pigpen and Piglet in the bathtub. Piglet refused to sit down, so he stood and stared at the shower head, saying he wanted to touch it. Pigpen got as clean as he can get (he still manages to somehow be dirty within minutes of a bath) and was livid about getting out because Piglet took his yellow letter Y. Livid.
Mom got Pigpen dressed for bed amid much wailing while I washed a vertical Piglet. While brushing his teeth, he told me he had gum in his hair. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what gum is, but when he added "like Alexander", I knew he was rerunning Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bed Day through his head. He makes vague book references throughout the day and people who don't read him all of his stories probably think he's a little insane. All I can think is what an awesome little dork he's going to be in literature circles one day and how I can't wait to read him Harry Potter. Nerd alert!
Then I put Pigpen to bed who chewed on one book and threw the other, preferring to be sung to and put to bed. Books slow him down and he sees no point. There's a chance he might have to be in the special reading group with the teacher. The one that my former teaching partner and I used to call "Lather, Rinse, and Repeat". Bygones.
Got him in his crib and he went to sleep promptly because he is the world's most perfect sleeping child. Then to deal with Piglet. I had chosen three books. He chose three others, the longest three in the bookshelf. Sigh. I fought through Curious George Goes to the Hospital, all 50 whatever pages of it until my throat hurt. He pointed to pictures. He asked questions. He said he wanted to be George's friend. Then we read another. Then another. My throat hurts from all the reading. Was he ready to go to sleep? Oh, no. He wanted his Clemson book. I gave it to him and left.
Then he starts knocking books off of his shelves. I return.
P: I have poo poo!
Me: Great.
P: It's in my diaper. On my bottom.
Me: Oh! Well, thanks for clearing that up.
P: I made poo poo so you would come back! [proud]
Me: Genius.
P: It's stinky, isn't it?
Me: Yes.
P: I need my Clemson book.
Me: Where is it?
P: In my sock drawer.
Me: Of course it is.
And so it goes. He's still in there, yammering on to himself at almost 9:00. Just chatting. Longest bedtime ever. I blame George.
Let's talk about George for a minute. He's a monkey.....who lives with his "friend" the man in the yellow hat. Really? And when he goes to the hospital he's the monkey who is in the children's ward with all of the (human) children. Also? At the end of the book, the doctor returns the puzzle piece to George which he retrieved from his gullet during the operation in the hospital. Because who wouldn't want to complete a puzzle with a puzzle piece which has been soaking in stomach juices?
I'm pretty tired after all that. Going to find something meaningful to watch on TV.
Mom got Pigpen dressed for bed amid much wailing while I washed a vertical Piglet. While brushing his teeth, he told me he had gum in his hair. I'm pretty sure he has no idea what gum is, but when he added "like Alexander", I knew he was rerunning Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bed Day through his head. He makes vague book references throughout the day and people who don't read him all of his stories probably think he's a little insane. All I can think is what an awesome little dork he's going to be in literature circles one day and how I can't wait to read him Harry Potter. Nerd alert!
Then I put Pigpen to bed who chewed on one book and threw the other, preferring to be sung to and put to bed. Books slow him down and he sees no point. There's a chance he might have to be in the special reading group with the teacher. The one that my former teaching partner and I used to call "Lather, Rinse, and Repeat". Bygones.
Got him in his crib and he went to sleep promptly because he is the world's most perfect sleeping child. Then to deal with Piglet. I had chosen three books. He chose three others, the longest three in the bookshelf. Sigh. I fought through Curious George Goes to the Hospital, all 50 whatever pages of it until my throat hurt. He pointed to pictures. He asked questions. He said he wanted to be George's friend. Then we read another. Then another. My throat hurts from all the reading. Was he ready to go to sleep? Oh, no. He wanted his Clemson book. I gave it to him and left.
Then he starts knocking books off of his shelves. I return.
P: I have poo poo!
Me: Great.
P: It's in my diaper. On my bottom.
Me: Oh! Well, thanks for clearing that up.
P: I made poo poo so you would come back! [proud]
Me: Genius.
P: It's stinky, isn't it?
Me: Yes.
P: I need my Clemson book.
Me: Where is it?
P: In my sock drawer.
Me: Of course it is.
And so it goes. He's still in there, yammering on to himself at almost 9:00. Just chatting. Longest bedtime ever. I blame George.
Let's talk about George for a minute. He's a monkey.....who lives with his "friend" the man in the yellow hat. Really? And when he goes to the hospital he's the monkey who is in the children's ward with all of the (human) children. Also? At the end of the book, the doctor returns the puzzle piece to George which he retrieved from his gullet during the operation in the hospital. Because who wouldn't want to complete a puzzle with a puzzle piece which has been soaking in stomach juices?
I'm pretty tired after all that. Going to find something meaningful to watch on TV.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Let me see that Georgia Roll~
Well, it turns out that wee Pigpen has a double ear infection and possible Hand, Foot, and Mouth, which my mother keeps referring to as "Hoof and Mouth Disease" even when I point out that Pigpen does not in fact have hooves. He does, however, have blisters in his throat which are potentially HFM, I guess. His hooves are okay so far, so it's not a confirmed diagnosis. In the meantime, I am to keep Piglet from putting things into his mouth that Pigpen has mouthed. Yeah. Ha. Okay. Happy Mother's Day! Your kid has hoof problems!
Taking the pair of them to the doctor's office is a job in itself because I'm such a germophobe. Piglet has to touch, fondle, and manhandle anything within reach of his eight octopus arms and put about half of them to his mouth to taste. I strapped Piglet into Pigpen's stroller as soon as I popped the infant carrier out of it. (Which by the way, we are one inch from outgrowing, but weight-wise still good, so I'm milking it as long as I can for ease of Shopping With Two.) Once he was strapped in securely, he promptly went through all 873 items that I brought to amuse him with and proclaimed himself all done with the doctor's office. No one had even admitted us at this point, so it was a long 30 minutes with Mr. Sunshine.
After receiving the Hoof Diagnosis, we set off for home, me brandishing disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer for all I was worth. It was in doing this that I somehow managed to get a big blob of Purell in my eye. It hurt like a - well, it hurt a heap of a lot. With my right eye squeezed tightly closed, I leered with my left eye at the tiny, tiny print on the bottle which read something to the tune of "Only stupid people would put this in their eyes, but if you did, you'd best wash it out right quick." Since my car isn't the model with the sink in the rear, I had to settle for a good wipe out of the eye with my shirt sleeve and an old wipe whose original use remains unclear.
The rest of the day was the norm: Piglet fought sleep with all his might and Pigpen slept like the angel that he is, even with his two ear infections, hoof and mouth syndrome, and 102 degree temperature.
I've been craving sushi all week and finally we ordered from a new place tonight. Just to experiment, I ordered something called a Georgia Roll. I should have known it would have been deep fried. Who deep fries sushi, you ask? Apparently, Georgia does. It wasn't quite disappointing, just a little odd. Then the tip of my tongue began to swell inexplicably and I naturally assumed I was having an adverse reaction to the Georgia Roll in which my tongue was going to swell up, seal my breathing passages closed, and do me in. Turns out it's just a little cut on my tongue, perhaps a pimple of sorts. It was a close call, though. Near death, really.
We'll have to see how long this blogging streak with continue. It feels kind of good to write again, and perhaps to get sympathy for the repetitive nature of my days.
Oh, OH, OH!!! I almost forgot! The Miracle of All Miracles transpired today! I know I'm going to get an award for this somewhere along the way. Are you ready? You might want to sit down. Okay....my mother in law? Left a message on our machine this afternoon that her mother's day gift could not have been more perfect. She was so happy on the message that I could tell she was smiling. I'm not even joking a little bit. You know you had her gift made? ME! You know who never even saw it before it was mailed? Mr. Pigs! I am amazing. I am a remarkable creature. It's like I have achieved an impossible task. In case you're looking for any last minute gift ideas (name that movie), it was a picture frame that I had made with a picture of the boys and some fancy schmancy embellishment to the tune of "Nana's Boys" in pretty pink and greens. I rock.
Must go now. It's past my bedtime and I've got an ailing Pigpen to tend to tonight. Happy weekend!
Taking the pair of them to the doctor's office is a job in itself because I'm such a germophobe. Piglet has to touch, fondle, and manhandle anything within reach of his eight octopus arms and put about half of them to his mouth to taste. I strapped Piglet into Pigpen's stroller as soon as I popped the infant carrier out of it. (Which by the way, we are one inch from outgrowing, but weight-wise still good, so I'm milking it as long as I can for ease of Shopping With Two.) Once he was strapped in securely, he promptly went through all 873 items that I brought to amuse him with and proclaimed himself all done with the doctor's office. No one had even admitted us at this point, so it was a long 30 minutes with Mr. Sunshine.
After receiving the Hoof Diagnosis, we set off for home, me brandishing disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer for all I was worth. It was in doing this that I somehow managed to get a big blob of Purell in my eye. It hurt like a - well, it hurt a heap of a lot. With my right eye squeezed tightly closed, I leered with my left eye at the tiny, tiny print on the bottle which read something to the tune of "Only stupid people would put this in their eyes, but if you did, you'd best wash it out right quick." Since my car isn't the model with the sink in the rear, I had to settle for a good wipe out of the eye with my shirt sleeve and an old wipe whose original use remains unclear.
The rest of the day was the norm: Piglet fought sleep with all his might and Pigpen slept like the angel that he is, even with his two ear infections, hoof and mouth syndrome, and 102 degree temperature.
I've been craving sushi all week and finally we ordered from a new place tonight. Just to experiment, I ordered something called a Georgia Roll. I should have known it would have been deep fried. Who deep fries sushi, you ask? Apparently, Georgia does. It wasn't quite disappointing, just a little odd. Then the tip of my tongue began to swell inexplicably and I naturally assumed I was having an adverse reaction to the Georgia Roll in which my tongue was going to swell up, seal my breathing passages closed, and do me in. Turns out it's just a little cut on my tongue, perhaps a pimple of sorts. It was a close call, though. Near death, really.
We'll have to see how long this blogging streak with continue. It feels kind of good to write again, and perhaps to get sympathy for the repetitive nature of my days.
Oh, OH, OH!!! I almost forgot! The Miracle of All Miracles transpired today! I know I'm going to get an award for this somewhere along the way. Are you ready? You might want to sit down. Okay....my mother in law? Left a message on our machine this afternoon that her mother's day gift could not have been more perfect. She was so happy on the message that I could tell she was smiling. I'm not even joking a little bit. You know you had her gift made? ME! You know who never even saw it before it was mailed? Mr. Pigs! I am amazing. I am a remarkable creature. It's like I have achieved an impossible task. In case you're looking for any last minute gift ideas (name that movie), it was a picture frame that I had made with a picture of the boys and some fancy schmancy embellishment to the tune of "Nana's Boys" in pretty pink and greens. I rock.
Must go now. It's past my bedtime and I've got an ailing Pigpen to tend to tonight. Happy weekend!
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Ennui
I'm stupid tired, but I'm trying to make an effort at this blogging gig to see if I can get my mojo back.
The highlights of today really aren't that exciting to anyone but me, but no one told you that you had to read and here you are! First, the guy showed up to fix our AC which has been out for about two weeks upstairs where the boys' rooms are. He was Chatty McYapperson. And stupid? Stupid! It drives me a little nuts when people are clearly stupid and try to act smart. He covered such topics as the stimulus package (he's opposed), the swine flu (also opposed), and my need to get my attic spray foam insulated. Then he explained to me how a coil works, which is what he was supposed to be replacing, not discussing. He arrived at 9:30 and departed at 12:40. Guess who didn't get a shower until 3? That would be me.
Then suddenly around 6pm Pigpen got fussy, fell asleep for 10 minutes and spiked a 103 degree temperature. Huh?? He's been teething for a couple of weeks and he's a drainer, not a drooler, so I suspect another ear infection. He just had one a few weeks ago from the same thing. But he's had no symptoms....eating well, sleeping well, playing well. Weird. I guess I get to make another trip to the pediatrician in the morning, which is always a delight when I have to take Piglet too.
His single goal in a doctor's office is to catch germs. He touches every nasty thing that I said I would never let my kids touch. Then once in the exam room, he opens every drawer, prowls through the trash and tries to exit. I can't figure out why all pediatrician's offices - and I've checked 5 now - have lever door handles. Seriously?? Why can't people think?
Anyway, the big news is that I got a haircut this evening for the first time since August 5th. Don't judge me. I moved across the country with an 8 week old and a 2 year old. Things have been busy. I swear, I lost a pound when she cut my hair. My head is so light and free now. I just want to swish my hair around. I dread tomorrow when I try to fix it myself and wind up looking like a styled poodle of sorts. Bygones, I lost a pound.
And with that stimulating news update, it's time for me to turn in. I've got my 10:00 hungry on and the urge to watch some TV. Later taters.
The highlights of today really aren't that exciting to anyone but me, but no one told you that you had to read and here you are! First, the guy showed up to fix our AC which has been out for about two weeks upstairs where the boys' rooms are. He was Chatty McYapperson. And stupid? Stupid! It drives me a little nuts when people are clearly stupid and try to act smart. He covered such topics as the stimulus package (he's opposed), the swine flu (also opposed), and my need to get my attic spray foam insulated. Then he explained to me how a coil works, which is what he was supposed to be replacing, not discussing. He arrived at 9:30 and departed at 12:40. Guess who didn't get a shower until 3? That would be me.
Then suddenly around 6pm Pigpen got fussy, fell asleep for 10 minutes and spiked a 103 degree temperature. Huh?? He's been teething for a couple of weeks and he's a drainer, not a drooler, so I suspect another ear infection. He just had one a few weeks ago from the same thing. But he's had no symptoms....eating well, sleeping well, playing well. Weird. I guess I get to make another trip to the pediatrician in the morning, which is always a delight when I have to take Piglet too.
His single goal in a doctor's office is to catch germs. He touches every nasty thing that I said I would never let my kids touch. Then once in the exam room, he opens every drawer, prowls through the trash and tries to exit. I can't figure out why all pediatrician's offices - and I've checked 5 now - have lever door handles. Seriously?? Why can't people think?
Anyway, the big news is that I got a haircut this evening for the first time since August 5th. Don't judge me. I moved across the country with an 8 week old and a 2 year old. Things have been busy. I swear, I lost a pound when she cut my hair. My head is so light and free now. I just want to swish my hair around. I dread tomorrow when I try to fix it myself and wind up looking like a styled poodle of sorts. Bygones, I lost a pound.
And with that stimulating news update, it's time for me to turn in. I've got my 10:00 hungry on and the urge to watch some TV. Later taters.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Grease it like a pig.
Well, thanky folks! I had no idea you were all loitering around out there in cyberspace. Maybe I'll jump back in with renewed vigor! Except I don't have a lot of vigor left at the end of the day. Maybe just some vim for you.
Well, some updates because I'm sure that you are all on the edge of your seats waiting to hear what happened with Piglet's napping situation. Here's the whole rundown shortened: (we will review) He got a cough about two weeks ago and coughed all night, not sleeping much. Coughed during nap, was miserable. Missed his first two days of preschool last week for the whole school year, went to dr. She gave him cough syrup/decongestant and took a nasal swab....yummy.
Piglet is that kid that they write about in the small print on medicine that says "May cause excitability in young children even though it will make you, the adult, pass out on your face." He's that kid. So.....guess what all the meds they tried did. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! He bounced around wild for a week and then became completely belligerant. The swab came back with some kind of nasty bacterial funk and they put him on Omnicef. The small print on that bottle says "May cause flesh-eating diarrhea to develop in small children."
With all these warnings, I think he became totally overmedicated and kind of insane and sleep became more of an interesting idea than a reality to him. Yesterday, I believe I mentioned that he didn't take a nap and that he learned to scale the baby gate that guard The Cave which is his time out room. I need to take a picture of that. Maybe it's time for a picture post again. Somebody help me remember that. How did he scale a gate that is as tall as his nose, you ask? Well, he grabs onto the vertical bars with his monkey-like toes and shimmies up to the top where he free falls to the floor with an elephant-like thud. This really ticked me off.
Then? Okay, so he had no nap, which wrecks him to begin with, but then on top of a week of this, he was a complete disaster. Complete. So it was after 9 before he got to sleep what with all the nudity and such. (see yesterday's post) Then? He woke up screaming at the top of his lungs at midnight. It went a little something like this:
P: MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!!!
Me: (stagger upstairs under Benadryl stupor) Whaaaaat?
P: Piglet needs Froggy.
Me: He's right there on your nightstand.
P: Mommy get it.
Me: (hand it to him)
P: NOO! Piglet do it!!!!
Me: Fine.
P: No, Mommy do it.
Me: Leaving now. Go to sleep.
P: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Mommy come baaaaaack! Need pillows!
Me: (give him pillows)
P: No! Don't want pillows! (throws them out)
Et cetera. For about two hours. Then? He woke up at 5:30am. As in, for the day. I was about to throw him out the window. Instead, I sent him to school, sleep deprivation and all. He's been really good all year, it's about time I get my money's worth. Of course, he was angelic at school.
While he was there, I strategized. Eyeballing that baby gate, I began to brainstorm. My first thought was barbed wire over the top, but I bet CPS would frown upon that. I toyed with several strategies before settling on my plan. I grabbed a tube of Aquaphor and greased the heck out of those vertical bars. HA. Let him climb up it now.
When he got home from school, he was clearly zonked. I wanted him fully relaxed, so I allowed an episode of Bob the Builder and a gentle snack of graham crackers, milk, and a Motrin toddy. He got one time out in the Cave, which I evilly witnessed via the video monitor and after sliding back down those bars once, he was done. He heaved a sigh, gave up the fight, and nestled down in his bed where he slept for THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Did you read that? This child never naps more than an hour and a half. At a quarter to six, I went upstairs to wake him up. At 7:45 he actually asked to go back to bed again. I'm sure it will be short lived, but I've never been so happy in my life. He sleeps as I type. Bliss.
So, that's about all I've got today. I also spent a ton of QT with Pigpen, but he will have to be the topic of another day. It's time for me to nestle down in my own bed and prepare for tomorrow.
Coming tomorrow: The Upstairs Air-Conditioning Gets Fixed! Woo hoo!
Well, some updates because I'm sure that you are all on the edge of your seats waiting to hear what happened with Piglet's napping situation. Here's the whole rundown shortened: (we will review) He got a cough about two weeks ago and coughed all night, not sleeping much. Coughed during nap, was miserable. Missed his first two days of preschool last week for the whole school year, went to dr. She gave him cough syrup/decongestant and took a nasal swab....yummy.
Piglet is that kid that they write about in the small print on medicine that says "May cause excitability in young children even though it will make you, the adult, pass out on your face." He's that kid. So.....guess what all the meds they tried did. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE! He bounced around wild for a week and then became completely belligerant. The swab came back with some kind of nasty bacterial funk and they put him on Omnicef. The small print on that bottle says "May cause flesh-eating diarrhea to develop in small children."
With all these warnings, I think he became totally overmedicated and kind of insane and sleep became more of an interesting idea than a reality to him. Yesterday, I believe I mentioned that he didn't take a nap and that he learned to scale the baby gate that guard The Cave which is his time out room. I need to take a picture of that. Maybe it's time for a picture post again. Somebody help me remember that. How did he scale a gate that is as tall as his nose, you ask? Well, he grabs onto the vertical bars with his monkey-like toes and shimmies up to the top where he free falls to the floor with an elephant-like thud. This really ticked me off.
Then? Okay, so he had no nap, which wrecks him to begin with, but then on top of a week of this, he was a complete disaster. Complete. So it was after 9 before he got to sleep what with all the nudity and such. (see yesterday's post) Then? He woke up screaming at the top of his lungs at midnight. It went a little something like this:
P: MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!!!
Me: (stagger upstairs under Benadryl stupor) Whaaaaat?
P: Piglet needs Froggy.
Me: He's right there on your nightstand.
P: Mommy get it.
Me: (hand it to him)
P: NOO! Piglet do it!!!!
Me: Fine.
P: No, Mommy do it.
Me: Leaving now. Go to sleep.
P: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Mommy come baaaaaack! Need pillows!
Me: (give him pillows)
P: No! Don't want pillows! (throws them out)
Et cetera. For about two hours. Then? He woke up at 5:30am. As in, for the day. I was about to throw him out the window. Instead, I sent him to school, sleep deprivation and all. He's been really good all year, it's about time I get my money's worth. Of course, he was angelic at school.
While he was there, I strategized. Eyeballing that baby gate, I began to brainstorm. My first thought was barbed wire over the top, but I bet CPS would frown upon that. I toyed with several strategies before settling on my plan. I grabbed a tube of Aquaphor and greased the heck out of those vertical bars. HA. Let him climb up it now.
When he got home from school, he was clearly zonked. I wanted him fully relaxed, so I allowed an episode of Bob the Builder and a gentle snack of graham crackers, milk, and a Motrin toddy. He got one time out in the Cave, which I evilly witnessed via the video monitor and after sliding back down those bars once, he was done. He heaved a sigh, gave up the fight, and nestled down in his bed where he slept for THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Did you read that? This child never naps more than an hour and a half. At a quarter to six, I went upstairs to wake him up. At 7:45 he actually asked to go back to bed again. I'm sure it will be short lived, but I've never been so happy in my life. He sleeps as I type. Bliss.
So, that's about all I've got today. I also spent a ton of QT with Pigpen, but he will have to be the topic of another day. It's time for me to nestle down in my own bed and prepare for tomorrow.
Coming tomorrow: The Upstairs Air-Conditioning Gets Fixed! Woo hoo!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Let's just see who's still out there.
Okay, well see....I'd kind of quit, I thought. Then I get two random comments to start back. People are kind of falling off the blogs lately and so I thought this route was done. A couple of diehards I read every day, like good 'ol Quarter Life Crisis and the faithful Queen of Rambles. I used to write as much as they did, but then I had two kids in 20 months and it all kind of fell apart. Maybe I'll give it a whirl again if anyone out there is still participating. (Which means that if you are reading, you kind of need to tell me that you're there. I'm not doing this for my health.) Then again, maybe I am. I could use the outlet.
What's been going on? Same 'ol same 'ol. Piglet is still the most obnoxious napper known to mankind and I would actually be thrilled if he would be ready to drop the nap entirely, but evidence to the contrary is all that exists. Today, for example. He missed school last week because he was sick and fell back into a lovely pattern of napping like a proper human being again. But then today....school again, so he got all overstimulated and just fell apart. No nap. Just a lot of hollering, climbing on dressers and bookcases and throwing all of his books off the shelves. He somehow learned to scale the non-climbable vertical jail bar gate of his time out room by grabbing onto the bars with his toes like a monkey and shimmying up and over. So much for having time out in my corner.
As a result of no nap, it's now going on 9pm and he's still awake. His normal bedtime on nap days is between 7:30 and 8. What's he doing, you might ask? Well, the first time he screamed and hollered so loud he nearly woke up Pigpen, I went up there to find him completely nude and screaming out the window. Naked as a jaybird. The second time, Mr. Pigs went up there and he was standing atop his dresser, having scaled the drawers to get there. The kid is a complete hazard to himself.
So here I am completely exhausted from running up and down the stairs more than 20 times today. I'm here to tell you though - my thighs and backyard are hard as rocks. Who needs a gym when you have a non-sleeper?
I wonder how much of this blog is focused on sleep. Or a lack thereof. Bygones. I need sleep and I'm a little fuzzy minded right now.
I'm going to leave it at that with a post for those of you remaining. Perhaps in your (many many) comments to assure me that you are still there you could give me some ideas of things you'd like to hear about. Preferably things that don't involve non-sleeping children, cleaning, or groceries. 'Cause that's pretty much all I have on the brain these days.
What's been going on? Same 'ol same 'ol. Piglet is still the most obnoxious napper known to mankind and I would actually be thrilled if he would be ready to drop the nap entirely, but evidence to the contrary is all that exists. Today, for example. He missed school last week because he was sick and fell back into a lovely pattern of napping like a proper human being again. But then today....school again, so he got all overstimulated and just fell apart. No nap. Just a lot of hollering, climbing on dressers and bookcases and throwing all of his books off the shelves. He somehow learned to scale the non-climbable vertical jail bar gate of his time out room by grabbing onto the bars with his toes like a monkey and shimmying up and over. So much for having time out in my corner.
As a result of no nap, it's now going on 9pm and he's still awake. His normal bedtime on nap days is between 7:30 and 8. What's he doing, you might ask? Well, the first time he screamed and hollered so loud he nearly woke up Pigpen, I went up there to find him completely nude and screaming out the window. Naked as a jaybird. The second time, Mr. Pigs went up there and he was standing atop his dresser, having scaled the drawers to get there. The kid is a complete hazard to himself.
So here I am completely exhausted from running up and down the stairs more than 20 times today. I'm here to tell you though - my thighs and backyard are hard as rocks. Who needs a gym when you have a non-sleeper?
I wonder how much of this blog is focused on sleep. Or a lack thereof. Bygones. I need sleep and I'm a little fuzzy minded right now.
I'm going to leave it at that with a post for those of you remaining. Perhaps in your (many many) comments to assure me that you are still there you could give me some ideas of things you'd like to hear about. Preferably things that don't involve non-sleeping children, cleaning, or groceries. 'Cause that's pretty much all I have on the brain these days.
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