Mondays are really never any fun, but today is really extra Monday-ish. Part of that may be that Jordan has the stomach flu, but I think a lot of it is that my weekend wasn't very fun or relaxing. Saturday consisted of Justin being gone all day long for "Bar Olympics". Taking care of the kids by myself for the entire day was even less thrilling than usual given that I had to take Sasha in to urgent care in the morning after she fell and hurt her foot. It turned out to be just a little bit of a sprain, but she was limping around miserably for most of the day.
Read MoreMiss Sasha (often known as Miss by Mom and big brother Jordan) can now say several words, "cheese", "up", and "Dada" being the current favorites. "Yes", "teeth", and "hat" show up sometimes, while "Mama" has all but disappeared. If Sasha's very excited to see me I'm DaDA!, otherwise I have no name.
Read MoreThe Christmas decorations are up (minus the tree and illuminated snowman for the front porch), I started my Christmas card mailing list, family portraits are scheduled, and my gift recipient list is done. Only 10,000 more things to do in less than a month. I'm always amazed and irritated by my own inability to drastically simplify my life. I hate the mad rush, but I can't let go of the feeling that I really should do all this stuff and if I don't I'm slacking in my duties.
Read MoreAlready a little tomboy, Sasha loves to play catch. This evening she mastered the art of throwing a ball while standing. And nobody was more proud of her than she was of herself, the little dickens.
After I got the kids in bed I tried on a multitude of clothes trying to find something to wear to work tomorrow. Now that I have standards for what I have to wear I'm finding getting dressed in the morning to be a lot more difficult. I was just scraping by when it was warmer, but long-sleeve shirts and pants that fit me, match, aren't denim, and don't require the wearing of heels are basically non-existent in my closet.
Read MoreToday my daughter (my daughter!) who is only 9 months old was playing with one of Jordan's toy cars, and running it along the ground and making the cutest little car noises. I was absolutely amazed. First of all, isn't she a bit young for that? And secondly (and most importantly) isn't she supposed to be my little girlie-girl?
I need an ally against all the maleness going on around here. I mean, I grew up surrounded by girls, but I spent the last 4 years alone with the boys when Kar wasn't here. And Karlye loves sports just as much as the rest of them! If Sasha continues on this path she's going to love sports, hate dresses, despise pink...and then what will I do?
Read MoreBad Things About My Birthday:
- I had to work.
- Justin had to work.
- The kids were extremely crabby.
- The screaming children gave me a screaming headache.
- Justin is going to play poker after work instead of coming home to spend time with me.
- No one sang Happy Birthday.
- No one made me a cake.
So...I was trying to simplify my life. But I just went from having one (easy and boring) job (that I hated) to having 2 (or 4) jobs (depending on your point of view). Yes, that's right, I finally quit Captel, the bane of my existence. Friday was my last day. And today was my first day at a new part-time job closer to home. It's a franchise business that does shipping, printing, etc. At last, opportunities to interact with other people! In person!
Read MoreYes, I do think that Sasha is a baby genius. It's only to be expected since Jordan was one, and since her parents are so brilliant. :) Since five months of age, Sasha has used a fake cough to get attention. Since having a very bad real cough a few weeks ago she has amped up the fake cough so that it sounds like she is coughing so hard she's choking. She also responds to her name, initiates games of peek-a-boo and chase, and (best of all) knows how to say mama. Usually she says "um-um-umma" but every once in a while she slips in a "mama". Also, when I ask her if she wants her nummies, she starts hyperventilating, saying "umma", and trying to rip off my shirt.
Read MoreI might as well start this post by saying what a week! If my last post (which took me 4 days to publish) wasn't completely coherent, I can't be blamed. After I gave Jordan the first application of his prescription ointment I put him to bed and sat down to write. Midway through typing my entry, he showed up at my side itchier than he's ever been in his life. I spent the next 3 hours doing everything I could think of to help him.
Read MoreWow - I am worn out! It seems like with Justin and I working opposite shifts our whole lives happen on the weekends. This invariably leaves us with too much to do in too little time, resulting in the need for a vacation or, at the very least, a massage.
Read MoreHello all! I have decided once again to take keyboard in hand and rejoin the wonderful world of blogging. Although I would love to pretend that my motivation is pure, and that I am blogging simply for the sake of blogging, like George Washington I "cannot tell a lie". (Okay, I can, but I won't). I've been considering doing the whole blog thing again lately because I've been feeling really out of touch with family, friends, acquaintances, and really with life as a whole. Having a baby and a job with virtually no interpersonal interaction will do that to a person I guess.
Read MoreI've come to the conclusion that if I have to rent anymore, I will go crazy. So far nothing too horrible has happened at our new place (with the exception of blinds that have not been cleaned since 1993 and are growing virtually irremovable fuzz). The problem is the continuing drama with our old landlord. Somehow she has managed to top two years of us having to harass her to fix the simplest things around the house, and put up with her incompetent (and frightening) maintenance man who managed not to fix anything correctly when he finally did get around to messing with it.
Read MoreI'm not really into feng shui. Maybe sort of surprising considering all of the other things that I'm into, but it's true. The thing is though, that I noticed that my furniture arrangement is totally affecting my life and my priorities. Ever since we moved to our new place and put the computer in our bedroom because there's no room in the living room, things have been different. I balance my checkbook less than once a week instead of every other day. I write in my blog almost never. I check other people's blogs less than once a week instead of almost every day. I play almost no Spider Solitaire. Internet radio usage is almost non-existent. Even internet shopping has lapsed. It's odd how much things have changed actually. Pretty soon I may not even need my computer, and my living-on-an-island plan will come to fruition.
Read MoreI just need to preface this post with a note that the post before this one didn't actually publish until I published this one, so I thought it was gone for good. I'm much too tired and cranky to redo this one to make sense after the last one, so you'll just have to deal with it. Oh my goodness, what a month. Moving is crazy! The physical labor was bad enough, but then having to inform everyone of our new address and phone #, and worst of all, new email address put me right over the top. I swear one of these days I'm going to move to a remote island and cut off all communication with the outside world except for immediate family and a few friends and just grow my own produce and hang around. I know farming isn't easy, but I can pretend, right?
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