Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The whole thing is an exercise in futility, and frustrating as hell. I'm hoping he'll get used to them soon. I'm already sick of fighting with him about these things.
Here's the best picture we've been able to get so far. It's not awesome, but it took a LOT of work and wrangling to even get this.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Q: What is your favorite local and non local restaurants?
A: My favorite local restaurants include Navy Bistro, Mancy's Blue Water Grille, Barry Bagels, Yoko, Cucina di Betto, Marco's (hush, I L-O-V-E their pizza and cheesy bread), and Uraku. There are countless others I've never been to, but want to try, so don't consider this list exhaustive at all.
Q: What it is like having the pregnancy exhaustion and chasing after a 1 year old?
Friday, November 27, 2009
Gift certificate(s) for any number of lovely spa treatments (manicure, pedicure, massage, facial, hair cut…I’m not picky. Though my aching pregnant body would love a massage, and my hair desperately needs a cut. Just sayin’). Preferred providers available upon request.
Burt’s Bees chapstick. The regular kind with the all-yellow tube and cap. Not the red cap, not the burgundy cap, not the honey-colored tube and cap. Yellow. I’ll take several, please.
Bathroom accessories. My bathroom ensemble has been incomplete for two years now, but completing it feels much more pressing now that I have a permanent bathroom. I’d like the toothbrush holder, trashcan, and cup in violet from the Oasis collection by Nicole Miller. Available at Bed Bath and Beyond.
A Tupperware container for transporting cupcakes. My mom has this awesome one that she’s had forever. It’s great. You can effectively and neatly transport either a 9x13 cake or 24 cupcakes. For as long as I can remember, we took it to school any time we had treats to share. I want one. Tupperware’s more modern version is pictured above, but anything similar would work.
Paint for one (or more) room of your choosing. You pick the room, we pick the color. This gift could be made even better by volunteering your slave labor services to help paint said room.
Some wall décor for our house. This one might be tricky because I don’t really know what kind of décor it is that I want. Use your best judgment.
Bare Minerals make up. I like Bare Minerals, but it's expensive, and it's one of the things I've had to give up while things are tight. I would like the foundation in light (I think. It's whatever the palest shade that make is. Yeah, I'm that pasty), some warmth, and maybe even some mineral veil. If you want to take it one step further, you could take me somewhere to get a make over. I need someone to give me step-by-step instructions on how to do my make up and not make myself look terrible. I'm missing my girl gene.
A Wii fit. I really, really wanted one last year after we got a Wii for Chirstmas. Right now, though, I’m feeling particularly fat and lazy, so this is at the bottom of the list.
So Santa (and Mom and B), there you have it: my wish list for this Birthmas season.
*Birthmas (\ˈbərth-məs\) – 1: noun – the phrase I coined specifically to describe the yearly time of joy that is the period between my birthday and Christmas. 2: adjective – description of something done or given as a combined celebration of my birthday and Christmas. E.g. a Birthmas gift.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
- My mom
- The relatively good health of me and my family
- My kick-ass babysitter
- My job
- My amazing circle of friends, old and new
- My house
- Our relatively comfortable lifestyle
- Small opportunities to pamper myself
- Internet access
- W's little friends
- The rare mornings when I get to sleep in until 8:00
- Pajama pants
- Flip flops
- Warm days during cold months
- Christmas cookies
And so very much more.
What are you thankful for today?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
He did pretty well, considering that he was really tired and cranky. He started crying when she was trying to cut around his ears and doing his bangs, but all-in-all, it wasn't bad.
I'm a bad mom, and this was pretty last minute, so I didn't have my camera. BUT I had my cell phone (and I finally figured out how to get pictures from cell to the computer), so we have a couple of crappy quality pictures.
During (before the meltdown):
After (I swear it really is shorter):
He looks like such a big boy now. It makes me kind of sad.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
As seen here, we have a lengthy list of projects we want to accomplish around our new house in the upcoming weeks, months, and years. One of the first little improvements was a new toilet seat. The one the old owners left was kinda grungy and gross, so I bought a new one. After a week or two, I talked B into installing it. It was glorious in its clean, white beauty.
The next day, I got home from work to find the seat looking like this: (Ok, there would be a picture here, but B threw the seat away before I got a chance to take one). It was cracked. It was just a tiny crack, but a crack nonetheless.
It took less than 24 hours to break. I think it cracked the first time B sat on it, and it just got worse from there. A big ol' chunk actually fell off of it a day or two later. After the chunk fell out, the seat's innards were spilling everywhere. The seat was messy, painful, and shifty. Trying to pee while avoiding a nasty butt pinch or sliding off the toilet is not fun.
My solution? Duct tape (again with the no picture thing...I had such grand plans for this post...). I wrapped the seat in duct tape. It was hawt.
B finally went out and got a new toilet seat, just in time for a get together I had scheduled (my lucky guests didn’t have to worry about my toilet abrading their asses! Yay!)
And what did we learn from this little house project fail?
1. Spend more than $10 on your toilet seat (and that wasn’t even the cheapest one!).
2. Don’t buy a toilet seat made of “wood composite.”
3. Don’t buy your toilet seat at Wal-Mart because the only kinds they sell are either wood composite or the soft, squishy ones, and the squishy ones freak B out.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Originally written September 12
Friday, November 20, 2009
Originally written September 13
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty good to me right now. Sadly, it was less than two months ago when I was telling anyone who would listen what a fun age W was at. He was sleeping pretty well, feeding himself, walking, communicating, playing, giggling, and just being all-around FUN. I loved it.
How quickly that changed.
Now, the child is just one ginormous ball of frustration. He doesn’t listen. He repeatedly disobeys and none of the disciplinary techniques we’ve tried have worked. He’s decided to become a semi-picky eater, and won’t touch stuff he used to like (though we still have our go-to list of favorites: grilled cheese (any cheese, really), pancakes, graham crackers, fruit, milk). He will NOT leave his glasses on his head. He never stops moving. Ever. He won’t even cuddle and rock with me right before bedtime like he used to. He’s driving me nuts.
So I think W and I are going to take a road trip to Nebraska. At least the drive home won’t be too terrible…
Dang. I just went and did my research like a good little lawyer should. I’m about a year too late. They changed the law to include age limits pretty soon after it was first enacted. Oh, well. Guess I’ll have to come up with a plan B that allows me to keep my kid and some semblance of my sanity.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This year, W was an adorable little penguin.
The ladies loved him. Any time we stopped at a house where a woman was handing out candy, we heard some variation of "Awwwww! Look at the penguin! He's so cute!" No complaints about that here. I know my kid's cute (or, he was, until he got the glasses), and I'm glad others notice, too (even if it's just because of the adorable costume).
Here's the whole group of kids from the party. We had a monkey, a bumblebee, my baby penguin, and Spider Man. See how the bumblebee is crying? Want to know why? Because Bumblebee's mom gave him a PB cup to
bribe entice him into sitting still for some pictures. And as soon as it was in Bumblebee's hand, my kid grabbed it and attempted to stuff it in his mouth. Bumblebee promptly started sobbing. Luckily, I rescued the PB cup before it got into W's drooling jaws of death and gave it back to Bumblebee. It didn't matter. The damage had been done. And everyone's pictures came out as some variation of the one you see above. That's my boy!
We took W out trick or treating with the other boys. He didn't entirely get it. He did a good job of trying to swipe extra candy from every bowl extended in his direction. He did not do such a good job of walking on his own or riding in the stroller.
I'll admit, I kinda felt like we were those parents. You know, the ones who take their baby out trick or treating just to get candy for themselves. But we only went so W could spend some more time with the other kids, and it didn't turn out too badly. And at least we weren't a group of three adult (ok, high-school-aged, if I'm being generous and giving them the benefit of the doubt) women, not in costume, carrying pillow cases, one of whom was very obviously pregnant, all of whom were asking for candy, with a token five-ish-year-old little girl.* That made me feel better about
pimping taking my kid out to get candy.
* True story. This group came to my friend's house while I was helping hand out candy after we got back.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
- When getting on an elevator, wait - somewhere that is not right in front of the door - until the people currently on the elevator get off before you try to get on.
- When you're alone in the elevator, don't do something stinky in there so that the next person who gets on has to a). smell it, and b). potentially defend themself from dirty looks by other elevator patrons who think they're responsible for the smell.
- Don't talk to strangers. Same as when you were a kid.
- Don't send the elevator back to the floor you just came from.
See, it doesn't take much to make me happy. Just don't run me over when I'm getting off the elevator, fart right before I get on, talk to me, or make me wait an extra two minutes because you decided to send the elevator back upstairs.
Are these things general elevator issues that happen everywhere? Or am I just noticing how incredibly un-elevatorcated my building is now that I'm using the elevator much more frequently?
Monday, November 16, 2009
I had my first OB appointment today. It went well. The baby is doing fine, measuring exactly 9 weeks (I'm 8 weeks, 6 days today). Doc thinks I might have a fibroid that made the ultrasound shadowy, but it's apparently no big deal. Nothing earth shattering happened. I mean, it's not like I'm in for a lot of surprises this time, right? It (unfortunately) hasn't been all that long since the first time I did this.
In case anyone is wondering, I'm still not excited, and I'm still not ok with this whole thing. At. All.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I know I don't have a huge readership, so to make this work, I
Saturday, November 14, 2009
This flu season, my place of employment is really pushing the whole hand-washing/stay-home-when-you're-sick/don't-make-the-rest-of-us-ill-you-inconsiderate-a-holes thing. As part of this campaign, they've posted little signs on the inside of all the bathroom stall doors tell you how to cough/sneeze and cleanse your hands. These signs also have a list of flu symptoms to be on the look out for.
The list includes:
- Runny or stuffy nose
- Extreme tiredness
- Sore throat
- Muscle aches
For the past couple of months, every time I sat staring at one of those signs while I used the facilities (and anyone who's been pregnant knows that I spent a LOT of time peeing during the first trimester), I laughed at the list of symptoms. I had most of them. Every.Single.Day. Not because I'm one of those inconsiderate a-holes who doesn't stay home when they're sick, but because I was pregnant.
Pregnancy gives me nausea, vomiting, headaches, stuffy nose, extreme tiredness, and muscle aches. I wish they were forcing me to stay home because I'm pregnant.
Friday, November 13, 2009
- I'm getting ready to start my third cycle after not having a period for some substantial length of time, and
- One of my law school friends is approximately two months pregnant.
That's how it's happened both times. I've told my law school friends that they MUST tell me the second they know they're pregnant so I can make B stay the hell away from me during the dangerous time. I think they just laughed at me.
At least I figured out the pattern so I know what to look for to prevent this from happening again.*
*It will also be prevented from happening again because B is getting a vasectomy. Whether he wants one or not.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
With my vacation, moving, and all the other late-October craziness, party planning got pushed to the last minute. The guest list was also greatly reduced by illness by the time the party actually started. Even so, it turned out great.
These are the signs I made to put on the food table. My mom forgot to buy holders for them when she was out shopping on party day, so they didn't have nearly the impact I was hoping for.
The spread. The food was inspired by what the caterpillar ate in the book. We didn't have any "leaves," though, because my younger sister-in-law, who was supposed to be bringing the salad, was too
hungover sick to make it to the party.
For favors, I made these tye-dyed cookie sandwiches. I also made caterpillar suckers inspired by the one above I found at Whimsical Boutique. Somehow, I managed to forget to take a picture of them. They were all green with a red head. They were super cute. P.S. Blue raspberry Tootsie Pops? Who thought that was a good idea?
The cake that I made (with a bit of assistance from one of my mom's friends). The big caterpillar was inspired by this cake. The little yellow was was W's personal cake (done entirely by me!). I decided that red frosting was not the best idea for the baby to dig into.
And finally, one of the pictures of Mr. W opening his presents. Despite the way he looks intensely interested in opening gifts, he really couldn't have cared less. Every time he opened another
loud noisy obnoxious thoughtful present, he got distracted by it, and chose to play with it instead of continuing on with the other gifts.
The party was small (just immediate family), but it was tons of fun. Everyone enjoyed themselves, the babies all had a great time playing together, and I was so exhausted when it was all said and done that I couldn't even drive home from my mom's house that night. All-in-all, it was a very hungry success.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
- Install overhead lighting/ceiling fan
- Get insert for the non-working fireplace
- New carpet
- New window treatments
- Put down non-carpet flooring
- Paint built-in corner cabinets (not pictured)
- New window treatments
- Get rid of the plastic walls
- Replace all appliances
- Replace sink
- Paint cabinets (eventually replace them)
- New hardware for cabinets
- Install some cupboards or shelves for more storage
- Take off nasty floral wallpaper
- Replace carpet
- Take off nasty floral wallpaper
- Install vent fan
- Replace toilet
- Replace vanity
- Install medicine cabinet
- Remove magazine rack
- Add another towel rack
- Replace tub
- Patch holes in floor (far wall, near heater)
- New window treatments
- Possibly put down carpet
- Get some sort of armoire (there's no closet in there)
- Install bolt at top of breezeway door
- New wall sconce
- Overhead light/ceiling fan (eventually)
- Paint (including the inside of the ginormous closet)
- Refinish floors (hardwood...won't be done for a long time from now, I'm sure)
- Overhead light/ceiling fan
- New wall sconce
- Paint and decorate the small closet (not pictured) that is going to be my office
- Remove the clothes bar and useless shelves in the small closet
- Maybe get a rug or two
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Still not buying it? Here's a side-by-side comparison.
You see it now, right? And you totally agree, don't you?