...and nachos and hot dogs.
Cake courtesy of Aunt Jen.
Etcetera.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
59 Minutes
MIL (mother-in-law, for the internet ole fogies) is scheduled to arrive in 59 minutes. So far this morning, I've been VOMITED on (at least it was on Alan's side of the bed, right?), sat on the floor of the bathroom singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Fish" ("...those are NOT the right words, Mommy!") for an hour while holding an infant and desperately pleading with the boy who turns three on Monday to potty in the potty and not in the pull-up, spent 30 minutes in a Wal-mart bathroom, and nursed a baby on a bench in Wal-mart (which seemed unsanitary the entire time), unloaded tons of groceries, straightened up the living room and kitchen, dealt with a clint's problem (but. fortunately, not a problem client), and listened to Loki cry anytime I am not holding him, because he's stuffy and it all hurts.
Ander's birthday party is tomorrow. Despite limiting the guest list to only kids very near his actual age who he sees all the time and immediate family, I have almost 50 people coming. (Of course, my sisters peeps and parents make up 10 by themselves.) Talk about overwhelming. I am cooking tomorrow morning, but definitely doing dinner out tonight. And we'll do the gym meet, so I can destress, right?
I'm also trying to get Loki to take a paci. Yes, it means weaning later, but he seems to need to chew and keeps choking on covers and stuffed animals and clothing and vomiting everywhere. ICK!
Even noticed that the more stressed I am, the more disjointed my blog entries are?
Etcetera.
Ander's birthday party is tomorrow. Despite limiting the guest list to only kids very near his actual age who he sees all the time and immediate family, I have almost 50 people coming. (Of course, my sisters peeps and parents make up 10 by themselves.) Talk about overwhelming. I am cooking tomorrow morning, but definitely doing dinner out tonight. And we'll do the gym meet, so I can destress, right?
I'm also trying to get Loki to take a paci. Yes, it means weaning later, but he seems to need to chew and keeps choking on covers and stuffed animals and clothing and vomiting everywhere. ICK!
Even noticed that the more stressed I am, the more disjointed my blog entries are?
Etcetera.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My Lenten Sacrifice
I'm not sure if this is a sacrifice or not, but for Lent, I'm going to have a conversation about God with Ander everyday during Lent.
I'm reading "A Year of Living Biblically" by A.J. Jacobs (excellent, funny, easy read, BTW) and that's got me thinking about what I believe - and what I don't believe. I attend Catholic Church on a sporadic-but-getting-better-than-in-college basis. I know I don't believe all the Church's teachings, but I figure it's still better to hear the teachings and then disagree based on conscience than to not listen to the teachings in the first place. After all, how can I disagree in good conscience with something I am not willing to listen to and think about?
But I don't want Ander to just know about the Catholic Church. I want him to know about athiests, and pagans, and fundamentalist. I want him to understand that people have varying beliefs. I want him to have a solid basis to believe - or not believe - in God. My Faith is usually strong (though it has moments of great weakness), mostly because I came to my Faith on my own. I don't mindlessly follow rules, even as I choose to follow many of the "rules." I hope the same experience for my children.
Etcetera.
I'm reading "A Year of Living Biblically" by A.J. Jacobs (excellent, funny, easy read, BTW) and that's got me thinking about what I believe - and what I don't believe. I attend Catholic Church on a sporadic-but-getting-better-than-in-college basis. I know I don't believe all the Church's teachings, but I figure it's still better to hear the teachings and then disagree based on conscience than to not listen to the teachings in the first place. After all, how can I disagree in good conscience with something I am not willing to listen to and think about?
But I don't want Ander to just know about the Catholic Church. I want him to know about athiests, and pagans, and fundamentalist. I want him to understand that people have varying beliefs. I want him to have a solid basis to believe - or not believe - in God. My Faith is usually strong (though it has moments of great weakness), mostly because I came to my Faith on my own. I don't mindlessly follow rules, even as I choose to follow many of the "rules." I hope the same experience for my children.
Etcetera.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
If We Were Reality TV...
...like the Duggars or John and Kate Plus 8, what would the cameras show?
Our living room is a mess, with toys and blankets and computer bags and breastpads and breastpump and sheets and baby rug and baby swing. Our kitchen island is covered with crap - purse and jackets and baby carrier. I'm feeding Loki a bottle on the couch. Loki is only wearing a diaper, due to a recent blowout. Ander is in his booster seat, facing the living room tv with the Duggars on it, eating a frozen burrito that we made him "cook" (by pressing the microwave buttons...he he) himself. Ander is only wearing a pull-up, due to a recent blowout. Daddy is doing the dishes in the kitchen. Mommy is wearing a t-shirt and shorts that are too short, due to a blowout of sorts (not from mommy's bootie, fortunately) on the jogging pants she was wearing earlier.
Naked children, tv watching, bottlefeeding (pumped breastmilk, but still...someone is judging somewhere :/), frozen burritos.
I think we'd come off as trashy. We really aren't. Really. But there would be no family bonding dinners, vacations, or spotless houses. There would be too much reality, I'm afraid.
Etcetera.
Our living room is a mess, with toys and blankets and computer bags and breastpads and breastpump and sheets and baby rug and baby swing. Our kitchen island is covered with crap - purse and jackets and baby carrier. I'm feeding Loki a bottle on the couch. Loki is only wearing a diaper, due to a recent blowout. Ander is in his booster seat, facing the living room tv with the Duggars on it, eating a frozen burrito that we made him "cook" (by pressing the microwave buttons...he he) himself. Ander is only wearing a pull-up, due to a recent blowout. Daddy is doing the dishes in the kitchen. Mommy is wearing a t-shirt and shorts that are too short, due to a blowout of sorts (not from mommy's bootie, fortunately) on the jogging pants she was wearing earlier.
Naked children, tv watching, bottlefeeding (pumped breastmilk, but still...someone is judging somewhere :/), frozen burritos.
I think we'd come off as trashy. We really aren't. Really. But there would be no family bonding dinners, vacations, or spotless houses. There would be too much reality, I'm afraid.
Etcetera.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Two Degrees From Kevin Bacon
If you date a guy in high school who later appears (in the second to last segment on Monday night) on Jay Leno's Tonight Show the same night as Kevin Bacon, how many degrees removed are you from Kevin, really?
Seriously, though, turn off the lights and air up the tires. And save the planet.
Etcetera.
Seriously, though, turn off the lights and air up the tires. And save the planet.
Etcetera.
Out of Time
On Monday, my mom/sitter surprised me by anouncing that she could not babysit on Wednesday. (She had a good reason, but I didn't know in time to get a backup.) A friend of the family died, so I had a wake Tuesday night. I got sick on Wednesday (while home with both kids). My husband worked late two days this week and I had to/have to two other days. Friday night we have plans. Saturday morning and night I have plans. I'm sure someone called me about something on Sunday, though I can't quite remember right this minute. Monday I have a backup sitter (which means a whole bunch more prep work getting milk defrosted and pumping). Tuesday is a holiday, but Wednesday I have so sitter, again.
My house is reasonably clean, but can it stay that way? We have tons of company coming over next weekend (not this weekend), including MIL.
I need to be at work. Like a normal person, 8:30 - 3:30 daily, without interruptions. Without sitter issues. Without hubby working overtime (which is only going to get worse).
And that, my friends, is why I never get to blog.
Etcetera.
My house is reasonably clean, but can it stay that way? We have tons of company coming over next weekend (not this weekend), including MIL.
I need to be at work. Like a normal person, 8:30 - 3:30 daily, without interruptions. Without sitter issues. Without hubby working overtime (which is only going to get worse).
And that, my friends, is why I never get to blog.
Etcetera.