Well, no, not really. But he was, all by himself, looking through his five little monkeys book and pointing to the monkeys and saying, "no no." I asked him if he was telling those monkeys no jumping on the bed and he laugh and pointed to them and said, "no no!"
Etcetera.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Bad Timing
Ander slept through his playdate and woke right after it! Sigh. I thought about cancelling his playdate today, actually, because I have so much work to do at the office. But my mom had already scheduled to leave town since she didn't have to watch Ander, and I didn't have a sitter. Now, as I type this, I realize my sister is a school teacher and home all summer, but that just occurred to me. {slaps self in the head} Guess I won't be getting any work done. Ander is cool with mommy playing on the computer, but not so much with me doing actual work.
Etcetera.
Etcetera.
Life Gets Easier, Right?
This week has been so hectic! I actually did not even check my e-mail one day. On Monday, I got a lot of work done at the office, but not enough. Ander also started swim lessons.
It was horrible! In addition to having to pack swim clothes for him and myself, we arrived a few minutes late because I got a little lost. Then we went to change, and the outdoor bathroom appears to have no light. I asked the lady four times how to turn on the light, but she was clearly ignoring the latecomers in honor of the on-timers (even though I apologized profusely and explained that I didn't understand her - aside: poorly written - directions), so Ander and I changed in the pitch dark. He screamed the whole time. Then, she has big tropical birds by the pool. Ander's favorite. He refused to get in the pool, not out of fear of water, but because, as he explained, "irds, irds, irds. Ma ma, irds."
Once he was in the water, the lady keep barking at me to turn him around. Um, he won't turn around. The birds are the other way, you see. "Make him blow bubbles." "Sure, I'll just wave my magic f-ing wand." Okay, I didn't say that. I wanted to, though.
To top things off, it poured down rain! Poured!!! On the babies and kids. But there wasn't any lightening, so crazy lady told all the screaming mommies and babies to stay in the pool. We got out after a bit, but only after arguing with her. Of course, I had signed a no refund agreement. Idiot me.
Tuesday I had court, just enough hours at work to get nothing accomplished, and swim lessons. It went horrible again. After work, I went mall walking with EBeth. The rain poured and the electricity went out, but it was nice. Of course, I had made plans because my husband was supposed to work late, but he didn't. The same thing happened yesterday. So I feel like I've barely seen Alan at all, when he's actually been home.
Yesterday, I had to work in a coffee shop, go to Strollerfit, take my office manager to lunch for her birthday, meet with a client, and spend a whole 20 minutes in the office (when what I needed was 20 hours) before going to swim class.
At least swim class went much better. We practiced going under the water and swimming through the hoop. He didn't love it, but he liked it okay. Sigh.
Did I mention swim lady has cats? I have to use my inhaler and allergy medicine each time, and still feel like I'm drowning and my entire face is swollen and itchy.
Etcetera.
Finally, yesterday
It was horrible! In addition to having to pack swim clothes for him and myself, we arrived a few minutes late because I got a little lost. Then we went to change, and the outdoor bathroom appears to have no light. I asked the lady four times how to turn on the light, but she was clearly ignoring the latecomers in honor of the on-timers (even though I apologized profusely and explained that I didn't understand her - aside: poorly written - directions), so Ander and I changed in the pitch dark. He screamed the whole time. Then, she has big tropical birds by the pool. Ander's favorite. He refused to get in the pool, not out of fear of water, but because, as he explained, "irds, irds, irds. Ma ma, irds."
Once he was in the water, the lady keep barking at me to turn him around. Um, he won't turn around. The birds are the other way, you see. "Make him blow bubbles." "Sure, I'll just wave my magic f-ing wand." Okay, I didn't say that. I wanted to, though.
To top things off, it poured down rain! Poured!!! On the babies and kids. But there wasn't any lightening, so crazy lady told all the screaming mommies and babies to stay in the pool. We got out after a bit, but only after arguing with her. Of course, I had signed a no refund agreement. Idiot me.
Tuesday I had court, just enough hours at work to get nothing accomplished, and swim lessons. It went horrible again. After work, I went mall walking with EBeth. The rain poured and the electricity went out, but it was nice. Of course, I had made plans because my husband was supposed to work late, but he didn't. The same thing happened yesterday. So I feel like I've barely seen Alan at all, when he's actually been home.
Yesterday, I had to work in a coffee shop, go to Strollerfit, take my office manager to lunch for her birthday, meet with a client, and spend a whole 20 minutes in the office (when what I needed was 20 hours) before going to swim class.
At least swim class went much better. We practiced going under the water and swimming through the hoop. He didn't love it, but he liked it okay. Sigh.
Did I mention swim lady has cats? I have to use my inhaler and allergy medicine each time, and still feel like I'm drowning and my entire face is swollen and itchy.
Etcetera.
Finally, yesterday
Monday, June 18, 2007
For Stac Cole
1. Were you named after anyone? No. I was supposed to be named Ivy, but my mom had a bad dream the night before I was born and named me Kristy instead.
2. When was the last time you cried? Night before last. But it was a good cry, not a sad one. :)
3. Do you like your handwriting? It's very nice.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey? But I really don't liek lunchmeat.
5. Do you have kids? one boy
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? I tend not to like people who are too much like me, but I tend to be friendly with anyone who wants to be friends...so, yes, but I might secretly be annoyed by them. ;)
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. I'm trying to use it less, but c'est la vie.
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.
9. Do you bungee jump? Only crazy people bungee jump.
10. What is your favorite cereal? Hmmm...probably Honey Smacks. But Alan hates the way they smell, so I rarely eat them.
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I'm trying to remember to, but usually I don't. {blushing}
12. Do you think you are strong? I am surprised at how strong I am now that I work out regularly.
13. What is your favorite ice cream? BlueBell Mint Chocolate Chip
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their clothes?
15. Red or pink? Deep, Dark Red
16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself? My inability to cope with rejection.
17. Who do you miss the most? Doris - we never keep in touch enough and she has so much wisdom and wit
18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? Comments = love
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Black with red and pink pinstripes (it's very subtle, you judgmental people!) and black with silver buckles
20. What was the last thing you ate? A McD's hashbrown
21. What are you listening to right now? The wrrrrr of the computer fan
22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Brick Red
23. Favorite smells? Coconut and Ander after a bath and Alan's hair
24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Rach B. - she's running late (or, to quote her "even later than usual" ;) for work this morning)
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Stac Cole is one of my all-time favorite people. Which is weird, since you don't get to pick your family. She does what she wants when she wants, and although I don't have the nerve to do that, it's fun watching her do it.
26. Favorite sports to watch? Gymnastics and LSU football
27. Hair color? Brown, but getting bits of gray.
28. Eye Color? Brown
29.. Do you wear contacts? No.
30. Favorite food? Hmmm...perfect french fries.
31. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings.
32. Last movie you watched? Maid in Manhattan (MIL was in town this weekend)
33. What color shirt are you wearing? Burgundy
34. Summer or winter? Winter.
35. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.
36. Favorite dessert? Chocolate cake.
37. Most likely to respond? E
38. Least likely to respond? Trip or John
39. What book are you reading now? Some silly romance set in Scotland in 1873.
40. What is on your mouse pad? A picture of Ander and Mommy
41. What did you watch on T.V. last night? Last Comic Standing
42. Favorite sound? Bubble wrap
43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling Stones
44. What is the farthest you have been from home? Carribean
45. Do you have a special talent? Public speaking?
46. Where were you born? Lutcher
47. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back? Box
48. What time is it now? 9:08 a.m. (guess I need to get back to work)
Etcetera.
2. When was the last time you cried? Night before last. But it was a good cry, not a sad one. :)
3. Do you like your handwriting? It's very nice.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey? But I really don't liek lunchmeat.
5. Do you have kids? one boy
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? I tend not to like people who are too much like me, but I tend to be friendly with anyone who wants to be friends...so, yes, but I might secretly be annoyed by them. ;)
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. I'm trying to use it less, but c'est la vie.
8. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.
9. Do you bungee jump? Only crazy people bungee jump.
10. What is your favorite cereal? Hmmm...probably Honey Smacks. But Alan hates the way they smell, so I rarely eat them.
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I'm trying to remember to, but usually I don't. {blushing}
12. Do you think you are strong? I am surprised at how strong I am now that I work out regularly.
13. What is your favorite ice cream? BlueBell Mint Chocolate Chip
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their clothes?
15. Red or pink? Deep, Dark Red
16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself? My inability to cope with rejection.
17. Who do you miss the most? Doris - we never keep in touch enough and she has so much wisdom and wit
18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? Comments = love
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Black with red and pink pinstripes (it's very subtle, you judgmental people!) and black with silver buckles
20. What was the last thing you ate? A McD's hashbrown
21. What are you listening to right now? The wrrrrr of the computer fan
22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Brick Red
23. Favorite smells? Coconut and Ander after a bath and Alan's hair
24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Rach B. - she's running late (or, to quote her "even later than usual" ;) for work this morning)
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Stac Cole is one of my all-time favorite people. Which is weird, since you don't get to pick your family. She does what she wants when she wants, and although I don't have the nerve to do that, it's fun watching her do it.
26. Favorite sports to watch? Gymnastics and LSU football
27. Hair color? Brown, but getting bits of gray.
28. Eye Color? Brown
29.. Do you wear contacts? No.
30. Favorite food? Hmmm...perfect french fries.
31. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings.
32. Last movie you watched? Maid in Manhattan (MIL was in town this weekend)
33. What color shirt are you wearing? Burgundy
34. Summer or winter? Winter.
35. Hugs or kisses? Hugs.
36. Favorite dessert? Chocolate cake.
37. Most likely to respond? E
38. Least likely to respond? Trip or John
39. What book are you reading now? Some silly romance set in Scotland in 1873.
40. What is on your mouse pad? A picture of Ander and Mommy
41. What did you watch on T.V. last night? Last Comic Standing
42. Favorite sound? Bubble wrap
43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling Stones
44. What is the farthest you have been from home? Carribean
45. Do you have a special talent? Public speaking?
46. Where were you born? Lutcher
47. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back? Box
48. What time is it now? 9:08 a.m. (guess I need to get back to work)
Etcetera.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Flylady
I really don't like the Flylady. Which is weird, because I am secretly (okay, obviously) obsessed with organizing.
What I don't like is the whole wear shoes/makeup (hello, I could use that time to do twenty other things), clean the kitchen sink (where I store my dishes until they go in the dishwasher - something that happens quite regularly, thank you very much), and the constant e-mails. I even read her book this weekend, and frankly, it's silly.
Having said that, I think I did learn a lot from her. I use her 15 minute pick-up four days a week, I have a morning and an evening routine (complete with a dry-erase checklist on my fridge), and I clean off the island in my kitchen much as she would clean the kitchen sink (but much more practical, IMHO).
Now, if I only had a personal assistant to do these things for me.
Etcetera.
What I don't like is the whole wear shoes/makeup (hello, I could use that time to do twenty other things), clean the kitchen sink (where I store my dishes until they go in the dishwasher - something that happens quite regularly, thank you very much), and the constant e-mails. I even read her book this weekend, and frankly, it's silly.
Having said that, I think I did learn a lot from her. I use her 15 minute pick-up four days a week, I have a morning and an evening routine (complete with a dry-erase checklist on my fridge), and I clean off the island in my kitchen much as she would clean the kitchen sink (but much more practical, IMHO).
Now, if I only had a personal assistant to do these things for me.
Etcetera.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Can You Say Rebellion?
Ugh. It's only 7:30 a.m. and already, Ander has been in timeout. And MIL isn't even here yet.
Last night, Ander coughed and sniffled. Finally, at midnight, he was totally crying every two or three minutes. I kept going to check on him, and when I would almost get to his room, he would already be back asleep. He was choking, in his sleep, so bad that I went and got him out of the crib. Let me take this opportunity to say that we have totally stopped bringing him to our bed at night, but he was really suffering. I took him out and held him for a while. Finnaly, he looked at me sadly and whispered, "Momma." I put him down and took his hand, and he lead me to my bed. Sigh. I'm glad I got to watch him all night, because the fever and coughing were awful, but I am really scared that he will think that if he cries, he gets to sleep with us. I don't mind letting him cry (well, I did last night, but that was a real "it hurts" cry and not just a "mommy, I want out of bed" cry), but MIL will be sleeping in the next room. Ah, well, that what happens when you stay with parents of a young child, right?
This morning, Ander walked around the living room and touched all the "no nos." He touched the night light. He picked up the remote and changed the channel, and refused to give it back to me, so the remote went in timeout. He was specifically warned, as he approached the carbon monoxide detector, not to touch it or he would go in timeout. He touched it anyway. So I put him in timeout. After five seconds (he gets fifteen in timeout), he left timeout and went for the remote!!! (It was out of reach, but he tried.) I put him back. This time he stayed, and then hugged me sorry, and then behaved, but I'm exhausted and the day hasn't started yet.
I really think he is still tired, but he won't lie still, so I put him in his crib. He's been crying for three minutes, but he keeps taking longer and longer breaks from crying, so hopefully he will go to sleep soon. He is sooooo tired. But he is probably confused, because we never put him in his crib awake during the day. But lying with me he's pulling my hair and beating me in the face, so crib it is.
Ugh.
Tantrums and rebellions get less annoying, right?
Etcetera.
Last night, Ander coughed and sniffled. Finally, at midnight, he was totally crying every two or three minutes. I kept going to check on him, and when I would almost get to his room, he would already be back asleep. He was choking, in his sleep, so bad that I went and got him out of the crib. Let me take this opportunity to say that we have totally stopped bringing him to our bed at night, but he was really suffering. I took him out and held him for a while. Finnaly, he looked at me sadly and whispered, "Momma." I put him down and took his hand, and he lead me to my bed. Sigh. I'm glad I got to watch him all night, because the fever and coughing were awful, but I am really scared that he will think that if he cries, he gets to sleep with us. I don't mind letting him cry (well, I did last night, but that was a real "it hurts" cry and not just a "mommy, I want out of bed" cry), but MIL will be sleeping in the next room. Ah, well, that what happens when you stay with parents of a young child, right?
This morning, Ander walked around the living room and touched all the "no nos." He touched the night light. He picked up the remote and changed the channel, and refused to give it back to me, so the remote went in timeout. He was specifically warned, as he approached the carbon monoxide detector, not to touch it or he would go in timeout. He touched it anyway. So I put him in timeout. After five seconds (he gets fifteen in timeout), he left timeout and went for the remote!!! (It was out of reach, but he tried.) I put him back. This time he stayed, and then hugged me sorry, and then behaved, but I'm exhausted and the day hasn't started yet.
I really think he is still tired, but he won't lie still, so I put him in his crib. He's been crying for three minutes, but he keeps taking longer and longer breaks from crying, so hopefully he will go to sleep soon. He is sooooo tired. But he is probably confused, because we never put him in his crib awake during the day. But lying with me he's pulling my hair and beating me in the face, so crib it is.
Ugh.
Tantrums and rebellions get less annoying, right?
Etcetera.