Time: 2:02 a.m.
Why:
Why am I up? I'm pregnant. If you've ever been pregnant you understand I'm sure.
Why am I pregnant? If you've ever had a baby you understand I'm sure.
Why am I blogging? I don't know.
Condition:
Bad cold. Day 7. Tylenol and Robitussion. I know why I can take them when pregnant - because they aren't strong enough to do anything. Coughing so hard I pulled my very weak stomach muscles while laying in bed OUCH!; which reminds me, even if I didn't have energy and time to work-out all along I should have done some sort of abdominal strength maintenance exercises, now I have zero ab strength.
Burnt toungue. Made some hot tea with honey to help soothe my throat. That's why I'm sitting here blogging (to do something while I drink my tea). Apparently I couldn't wait for the hot tea to cool just a tad before taking a big swig.
SPD. Symphis Pubic Dysfunction. (As if RLS wasn't bad enough. Restless Leg Syndrome. And the two don't complement one another). I have self-diagnosed myself with SPD. I googled it. If you've had it, you know that it's not fun. If you haven't had it this is what it is: http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/ask-heidi/pelvic-pain.aspx
I can't wait to talk to my doctor about it tomorrow at my appointment and to have her tell me that it's a somewhat common thing and that I just need to be careful and limit the activities that cause the pain. Hmmm. Sitting down, getting up, kneeling and getting up, standing, walking, climbing in and out of the car, climbing in and out the shower, rolling over in bed....can I limit those activities?
Along with the fact that every second it feels like I might pee my pants....
HOW can anyone love being pregnant? Yeah yeah yeah, there is a life inside of me and it is a growing miracle, I totally get that and I do think it's totally amazing and wonderful (and now I'm going to cry), and I know that the end result is sooooo worth it (that's why I'm going through this again)...but I'm finding it difficult to find anything enjoyable and wonderful and beautiful about being pregnant. I saw some lady at the mall the other day, about my size, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and rubbing her belly, like the whole world stopped at that moment for her to just rub and rub her belly. Eyes closed. Head slightly tilted. A moment of zen and euphoria. I don't even know what those words mean. I should google them sometime.
Thank you to my mommy who went through this for me. Thank you to Jesse's mommy who went through this for him. Thank you to our Grandma's who went through this sooo many times to build such big wonderful families. My tea is gone now. We women are amazing creatures. 8 weeks left until I get to meet an even more amazing creature and then I can put all of this misery behind me. Our sweet baby :) Until then I am hoping that some at-home prenatal yoga will help a little: increase circulation (so I don't get cramps at night and so my limbs quit falling asleep and to reduce restlessness), open up my airways so I can breathe more easily and to reduce claustrophobia, strengthen whatever muscles and joints I can possibly strengthen in the next 8 weeks - all while modifying the routine, poses, and exercises because there are certain things I just can't do thanks to ALL of the above mentioned...well except for the burnt toungue, that is kind of irrelevant and minor.
Any other suggestions for how to 'enjoy' the last 8 weeks? Don't suggest a bath. I don't enjoy the beached whale feeling.
Oh great, now I have acid indigestion/heartburn. Guess I'll grab a couple of un-helpful Tums before I hit the pillow. Morning will be here too soon!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Week's Top 10
The week's Top 10 sweet, cute, funny, random, stupid, silly, awkward, annoying, scary, whatever they may be, you decide:
#1. I just realized today that I rarely, maybe never, have dreams about Paige. Isn't that weird? But she is with her Papa and Grandma visiting Baby Hannah (and R & A) and I am missing her terribly. I dreamt last night that we were at a huge event(?) and there were tons and tons of kids and people, and Paige won a coloring contest. In my dream I even got to watch her go up on stage and get her prize :)
#2. Found out from my Doctor that the baby is currently breech. I've been wondering as the kicks are super low (where there is no room for kicks!)...as well as the fact that either the head or the bum is really pushing out right at my belly button, creating a watermelon shaped belly; as in the watermelon is sticking straight out, not sideways like you would normally carry a watermelon...if you know what I mean. Flip Baby, flip! (But carefully please).
#3. Entertained the thought of turning around and yelling at an old lady at the post office today. There was a line. I was at the end. She came in and got in line behind me. RIGHT behind me, totally invading my bubble. This would be annoying even when I'm not pregnant, but I happen to have extreme claustrophobia when I'm pregnant (poor Jesse, no hugs and cuddles). Her package was pushing into my back, and she kept bumping my purse (which was hanging on my shoulder), AND I could feel her breathing on my back! Everytime I moved, she moved - she's one of those people that can't wait for the line to move even an inch and she's all over it. She's lucky I had self-control.
#4. Homework due: Wednesday 7:00 p.m. Eastern time (5:00 p.m. my time). Homework completed: Wednesday 7:00:45 p.m. Eastern time (5:00:45 p.m. my time) Homework submitted: Wednesday 7:00:59 p.m. Eastern time (5:00:59 p.m. my time). Whew, barely made it. Oops. I've learned not to procrastinate, but some weeks I forget that I learned that.
#5. What a week at work! I wont' get into details. I'll just play it safe and say, I'm glad I'm busy, and continue to remind myself that wherever you go, and whatever you do, there will always be THOSE people who you just have to work with. Luckily the ones IN the local corporate office, who I see everyday, are wonderful. I also have to remember that accountants have a different mindset and character than sales people and technicians and they probably think I'm really annoying too. haha.
#6. E-mail etiquette. Such a wonderful tool for efficiency and ease of communication, but it comes with a horrible side effect. People forget their professional manners and courtesy's and write with attitude they would never have face-to-face. Whatever happened to greetings such as Hi John, and Thank you or Sincerely, Jane? You wouldn't believe some of the things I have witnessed flying around in e-mails. WOW. Also, I know I don't always write on my blog with proper puncuation, but when you're writing to co-workers, customers, your boss, business partners, etc. you should probably make sure you (a) make sense, (b) don't have an entire e-mail of one looooong run-on sentence with incomplete thoughts, and (c) aren't horribly misspelling or improperly abbreviating words and names. The BEST so far: one of our sales persons wrote an e-mail where she abbreviated "follow up" (numerous times in the same e-mail) as "f/u". Haha! It actually took me awhile to decipher what f/u meant. I mean, I know she wasn't really saying THAT, but it sure looked like it and sounded like it when I was reading it. She sent that e-mail to me, the company President, the company Vice-President and our Operations Manager. I sure hope she isn't too comfortable using abbreviations in her e-mails to customers!
#7. Kitchen + Me = Disaster. This actually happened last week I think. I was steaming broc for dinner. Let it steam too long and it didn't smell too great...awful actually. I heard one time that you should boil Listerine to get rid of bad odor and make the room smell nice. So I boiled Listerine. I boiled it good. I boiled it over because I was multi-tasking. Listerine burning on the stovetop actually doesn't smell good either. Jesse's advice: "You know you don't have to have it on high to boil, you can actually turn it down and it will still boil at 4 or 5 without boiling over." Who knew?
#8. Wednesday morning appetite. Baby growth spurt = Midnight snack and 3 breakfasts. 2 at home should have been good, right? Nope. Had to take a detour and stop at the golden arches for one more breakfast before heading to work. Oink oink.
#9. A little mini christmas tree at daycare. About it, Paige says, "That's a Baby Lawson tree!" Haha...cute! Our friends have a baby boy named Lawson. We got to babysit Baby Lawson one evening; Paige was really into him for about 10 minutes and then got tired of sharing. Good thing it's awhile before she'll have to share her toys with her baby sibling. Although...while on the phone with my mom today I overhead Paige telling Hannah, "That's my Grandma!" Sharing toys is probably not going to be the hardest thing - sharing people might not be very easy either.
#10. "Whew!" We had to make a quick trip to the store Wednesday evening after I picked up Paige from daycare. Paige was tired. She was trying to keep up with me (mind you I'm walking pretty slow these days) and she kept saying, "Whew!" Adorable. She does that alot actually, whenever she thinks that she is really working hard at something. I think she learned it from her Grandpa and Grandma, who do it in a playful way after walking up the stairs with her or something...and probably half the time it's a real "whew" as they probably are exhausted from crawling around and playing puppies with her! HAHA. (How did I end up with a child who loves to play puppy?) I remember Brad ALWAYS wanted to play puppies, and that was the one thing we did as kids that I always thought was so lame. I don't know that I even participated in playing puppy. Sorry Brad. I do now with Paige, and I still don't get it - what's so fun about being a puppy? Paige thinks it's great fun to lick our faces and our hands. She is the ONLY puppy I will ever allow to do this.
#1. I just realized today that I rarely, maybe never, have dreams about Paige. Isn't that weird? But she is with her Papa and Grandma visiting Baby Hannah (and R & A) and I am missing her terribly. I dreamt last night that we were at a huge event(?) and there were tons and tons of kids and people, and Paige won a coloring contest. In my dream I even got to watch her go up on stage and get her prize :)
#2. Found out from my Doctor that the baby is currently breech. I've been wondering as the kicks are super low (where there is no room for kicks!)...as well as the fact that either the head or the bum is really pushing out right at my belly button, creating a watermelon shaped belly; as in the watermelon is sticking straight out, not sideways like you would normally carry a watermelon...if you know what I mean. Flip Baby, flip! (But carefully please).
#3. Entertained the thought of turning around and yelling at an old lady at the post office today. There was a line. I was at the end. She came in and got in line behind me. RIGHT behind me, totally invading my bubble. This would be annoying even when I'm not pregnant, but I happen to have extreme claustrophobia when I'm pregnant (poor Jesse, no hugs and cuddles). Her package was pushing into my back, and she kept bumping my purse (which was hanging on my shoulder), AND I could feel her breathing on my back! Everytime I moved, she moved - she's one of those people that can't wait for the line to move even an inch and she's all over it. She's lucky I had self-control.
#4. Homework due: Wednesday 7:00 p.m. Eastern time (5:00 p.m. my time). Homework completed: Wednesday 7:00:45 p.m. Eastern time (5:00:45 p.m. my time) Homework submitted: Wednesday 7:00:59 p.m. Eastern time (5:00:59 p.m. my time). Whew, barely made it. Oops. I've learned not to procrastinate, but some weeks I forget that I learned that.
#5. What a week at work! I wont' get into details. I'll just play it safe and say, I'm glad I'm busy, and continue to remind myself that wherever you go, and whatever you do, there will always be THOSE people who you just have to work with. Luckily the ones IN the local corporate office, who I see everyday, are wonderful. I also have to remember that accountants have a different mindset and character than sales people and technicians and they probably think I'm really annoying too. haha.
#6. E-mail etiquette. Such a wonderful tool for efficiency and ease of communication, but it comes with a horrible side effect. People forget their professional manners and courtesy's and write with attitude they would never have face-to-face. Whatever happened to greetings such as Hi John, and Thank you or Sincerely, Jane? You wouldn't believe some of the things I have witnessed flying around in e-mails. WOW. Also, I know I don't always write on my blog with proper puncuation, but when you're writing to co-workers, customers, your boss, business partners, etc. you should probably make sure you (a) make sense, (b) don't have an entire e-mail of one looooong run-on sentence with incomplete thoughts, and (c) aren't horribly misspelling or improperly abbreviating words and names. The BEST so far: one of our sales persons wrote an e-mail where she abbreviated "follow up" (numerous times in the same e-mail) as "f/u". Haha! It actually took me awhile to decipher what f/u meant. I mean, I know she wasn't really saying THAT, but it sure looked like it and sounded like it when I was reading it. She sent that e-mail to me, the company President, the company Vice-President and our Operations Manager. I sure hope she isn't too comfortable using abbreviations in her e-mails to customers!
#7. Kitchen + Me = Disaster. This actually happened last week I think. I was steaming broc for dinner. Let it steam too long and it didn't smell too great...awful actually. I heard one time that you should boil Listerine to get rid of bad odor and make the room smell nice. So I boiled Listerine. I boiled it good. I boiled it over because I was multi-tasking. Listerine burning on the stovetop actually doesn't smell good either. Jesse's advice: "You know you don't have to have it on high to boil, you can actually turn it down and it will still boil at 4 or 5 without boiling over." Who knew?
#8. Wednesday morning appetite. Baby growth spurt = Midnight snack and 3 breakfasts. 2 at home should have been good, right? Nope. Had to take a detour and stop at the golden arches for one more breakfast before heading to work. Oink oink.
#9. A little mini christmas tree at daycare. About it, Paige says, "That's a Baby Lawson tree!" Haha...cute! Our friends have a baby boy named Lawson. We got to babysit Baby Lawson one evening; Paige was really into him for about 10 minutes and then got tired of sharing. Good thing it's awhile before she'll have to share her toys with her baby sibling. Although...while on the phone with my mom today I overhead Paige telling Hannah, "That's my Grandma!" Sharing toys is probably not going to be the hardest thing - sharing people might not be very easy either.
#10. "Whew!" We had to make a quick trip to the store Wednesday evening after I picked up Paige from daycare. Paige was tired. She was trying to keep up with me (mind you I'm walking pretty slow these days) and she kept saying, "Whew!" Adorable. She does that alot actually, whenever she thinks that she is really working hard at something. I think she learned it from her Grandpa and Grandma, who do it in a playful way after walking up the stairs with her or something...and probably half the time it's a real "whew" as they probably are exhausted from crawling around and playing puppies with her! HAHA. (How did I end up with a child who loves to play puppy?) I remember Brad ALWAYS wanted to play puppies, and that was the one thing we did as kids that I always thought was so lame. I don't know that I even participated in playing puppy. Sorry Brad. I do now with Paige, and I still don't get it - what's so fun about being a puppy? Paige thinks it's great fun to lick our faces and our hands. She is the ONLY puppy I will ever allow to do this.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
For a second...
I finished a 2 hour test this morning, and have another that I'm saving for tomorrow. I don't feel like doing the dishes for the second time today, and I don't feel like starting laundry, and I don't feel like cleaning, Paige is preoccupied at the moment - I think I'll take a second for a little blogging. First, let me start by saying that it's hard to type in the reclined position I am in. I think I'm carrying this baby much lower (or I've just forgotten), but it feels so uncomfortable to just sit normal, there is this pinching and tight pressure that I feel if I sit up straight, and obviously I can't lean forward. And I think this is the last day I will wear these pants - sadly. They are my favorites. I wore them until the end last time...hmmm....what does that say about this time? Don't answer, I already know, I'll just have to work extra hard at the gym afterwards. Who doesn't like a challenge? ;) HA!
Ok, I just ran out of energy to even think about what to say on here. I think I'll just go and watch Paige do her puzzle. I love to watch her when she is so focused on something, it really is so sweet.
In closing, I'll just announce that I only have two more classes left until I'll be done with my Masters! In 12 weeks I will be done-done-done (with school)! Can I get a yeeee-haaaww?
Ok, I just ran out of energy to even think about what to say on here. I think I'll just go and watch Paige do her puzzle. I love to watch her when she is so focused on something, it really is so sweet.
In closing, I'll just announce that I only have two more classes left until I'll be done with my Masters! In 12 weeks I will be done-done-done (with school)! Can I get a yeeee-haaaww?
Monday, November 29, 2010
IF...
If I had time to blog this is what I would write about:
1. Office etiquette
2. Winter driving - (I'm not your typical Montana no-fear, invincible, it's only snow, winter driver...and THOSE people drive me crazy!) - er, no pun intended
3. Things that I am thankful for
4. How much I hate being pregnant
5. How much I love babies, especially my own
6. Religion, Politics and Race (haha, not really)
7. Me in the kitchen = super depressing and discouraging
8. Pumpkin Pie rocks my world
9. Christmas Trees and Lights
10. Wow, I don't even have a list of 10 things.
1. Office etiquette
2. Winter driving - (I'm not your typical Montana no-fear, invincible, it's only snow, winter driver...and THOSE people drive me crazy!) - er, no pun intended
3. Things that I am thankful for
4. How much I hate being pregnant
5. How much I love babies, especially my own
6. Religion, Politics and Race (haha, not really)
7. Me in the kitchen = super depressing and discouraging
8. Pumpkin Pie rocks my world
9. Christmas Trees and Lights
10. Wow, I don't even have a list of 10 things.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Happy Halloween
Happy Halloween from our little Princess.
She got to go to the pumpkin patch with her daycare (we also took her there one day with our friends, I believe I posted some pictures on Facebook)...I'm not sure if she picked out this pumpkin on her own or if somebody helped her, but it was a pretty green pumpkin when she brought it home. haha. This was her first time hearing the word "pumpkin" (well I'm sure she's 'heard' it before but you know what I mean) and the first time she heard it was with the word "patch." So, in her mind, pumpkin is not a word of itself - her pumpkin is a "pumpkin patch!" I suppose...a 1 pumpkin, pumpkin patch :)
She got to go to the pumpkin patch with her daycare (we also took her there one day with our friends, I believe I posted some pictures on Facebook)...I'm not sure if she picked out this pumpkin on her own or if somebody helped her, but it was a pretty green pumpkin when she brought it home. haha. This was her first time hearing the word "pumpkin" (well I'm sure she's 'heard' it before but you know what I mean) and the first time she heard it was with the word "patch." So, in her mind, pumpkin is not a word of itself - her pumpkin is a "pumpkin patch!" I suppose...a 1 pumpkin, pumpkin patch :)
Monday, October 4, 2010
Want Want Want
I want this!!!
I know it is ALL girl, and we certainly could be having a boy. In which case, I would decorate with b.o.y.
But seriously, this is awesome! Hmmm...wonder if we could get Chad to add on for us?
Oh and I want this too!
The dark one. For my bedroom. It would be wonderful. Actually, it's black, and I would want dark cherry. But, here is the cool part, it's a revolving (full 360) shelf!
I also want this...
...and I get it! I mean, Paige gets it. My super-awesome-wonderful dad, I mean, Paige's super-wonderful grandpa, is going to make the dollhouse bookshelf for her. Because currently our changing table is serving as her book shelf, which obviously will be needed for other purposes when baby comes. (Unless I somehow manage to get that gigantic totally awesome changing station above). Regardless, the dollhouse bookshelf will be fun and cute, and will actually fit in P's room.
I'm really liking the tree cut-out on the wall too. Oh PotteryBarn. And I just realized, that Paige would probably love the house and tree combo too. Everytime she gets to come into my office we have to draw the same picture, three times on three different pieces of paper. It's of five houses in a row. With two trees on top of each house. And then a flower above the trees. We use my work highlighters. So it's a pretty colorful scene. Oh and of course we draw doors and windows all over the houses and then little faces looking out. It's amazing to me that she always has the same order to whose face is whose in the houses. The one looking out the door is Paige. The one looking out the big side window is papas. The one looking out the window on the second floor is me. And the one looking out another bedroom is Jesse. Apparently Grandma's don't get to look out the windows :( Usually the yellow house on the end is Wawa's house (Great-Grandma Linda's) so at least she gets a house!
That's it for today. I should have just spent this entire time reading in my accounting book, but I didn't. Waiting for Jesse to get home so we can go out to my parent's house for dinner and get Paige. She got to hang out with them today. I'm so excited they actually came home for a day so that they could have us over for dinner!! Woo-hoo!!!
I know it is ALL girl, and we certainly could be having a boy. In which case, I would decorate with b.o.y.
But seriously, this is awesome! Hmmm...wonder if we could get Chad to add on for us?
Oh and I want this too!
The dark one. For my bedroom. It would be wonderful. Actually, it's black, and I would want dark cherry. But, here is the cool part, it's a revolving (full 360) shelf!
I also want this...
...and I get it! I mean, Paige gets it. My super-awesome-wonderful dad, I mean, Paige's super-wonderful grandpa, is going to make the dollhouse bookshelf for her. Because currently our changing table is serving as her book shelf, which obviously will be needed for other purposes when baby comes. (Unless I somehow manage to get that gigantic totally awesome changing station above). Regardless, the dollhouse bookshelf will be fun and cute, and will actually fit in P's room.
I'm really liking the tree cut-out on the wall too. Oh PotteryBarn. And I just realized, that Paige would probably love the house and tree combo too. Everytime she gets to come into my office we have to draw the same picture, three times on three different pieces of paper. It's of five houses in a row. With two trees on top of each house. And then a flower above the trees. We use my work highlighters. So it's a pretty colorful scene. Oh and of course we draw doors and windows all over the houses and then little faces looking out. It's amazing to me that she always has the same order to whose face is whose in the houses. The one looking out the door is Paige. The one looking out the big side window is papas. The one looking out the window on the second floor is me. And the one looking out another bedroom is Jesse. Apparently Grandma's don't get to look out the windows :( Usually the yellow house on the end is Wawa's house (Great-Grandma Linda's) so at least she gets a house!
That's it for today. I should have just spent this entire time reading in my accounting book, but I didn't. Waiting for Jesse to get home so we can go out to my parent's house for dinner and get Paige. She got to hang out with them today. I'm so excited they actually came home for a day so that they could have us over for dinner!! Woo-hoo!!!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Bedtime Snack
While I eat my bedtime snack...I'll do a quick post. Bedtime snacks are so fun. I remember back in the day when my brother and I had hot chocolate for bedtime snacks. No wonder I peed the bed.
My bedtime snack tonight is Wheaties. I'll probably have some when I first wake up too. And then choke down some scrambled eggs and a piece of sausage for protein. They're normally delicious when I'm not in this condition.
Anyway, I just thought I would post a picture of our new car.... And then off to bed I must go. (After a session of putting Palmer's lotion on my belly). Speaking of belly, here it is as Week 17. Paige thinks she has a baby sister AND a baby brother in there. Yikes!
Here is our new ride. Still have the Olds...Jesse is really excited to take it over for awhile ;) I've always liked Jeep Cherokees for some reason, and we had our pick of many, but we listened to our mechanic's advice and got the one with the best engine, and this one checked out the best with his inspection, and is the Jeep Limited with leather interior, etc. Very nice.
My bedtime snack tonight is Wheaties. I'll probably have some when I first wake up too. And then choke down some scrambled eggs and a piece of sausage for protein. They're normally delicious when I'm not in this condition.
Anyway, I just thought I would post a picture of our new car.... And then off to bed I must go. (After a session of putting Palmer's lotion on my belly). Speaking of belly, here it is as Week 17. Paige thinks she has a baby sister AND a baby brother in there. Yikes!
Here is our new ride. Still have the Olds...Jesse is really excited to take it over for awhile ;) I've always liked Jeep Cherokees for some reason, and we had our pick of many, but we listened to our mechanic's advice and got the one with the best engine, and this one checked out the best with his inspection, and is the Jeep Limited with leather interior, etc. Very nice.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
August Highlights
"Momma! I did it! I rode around and around with Dadda"
Paige polishes her pretty white dress shoes to get ready for a wedding. She has really gotten into wearing "pretty dress" and flowers in her hair - which is fun for mommy too!
The infamous pig wrestling at the fair. Never in a million years did I imagine I would see my husband chasing and trying to catch a pig! haha. Our friend (also the owner of the place we rent, and our prized mechanic, and my boss' husband, and, and and....) basically 'challenged' Jesse into doing it. So Jesse had to do it to prove everyone wrong that he had no problem getting dirty and rolling in the mud and hugging a pig. Jesse even proposed that they wear dress clothes to spice up the event. They got the pig in the barrell after a few face plants in the mud, riding the pig, etc. but they didn't have the fastest time. Honestly, the ones with the faster times weren't near as entertaining so I think these guys win the Best of Show prize!
While waiting for our friends at the carnival we ran into our old neighbor girl and her mom and brothers. They were our neighbors in the townhouse we lived in before we moved to Missoula. We will always remember her as "Ashley-Next-Door" because one time she brought over a Valentine card for Paige and when I answered the door she said, "This is for Paige-Next-Door." She has grown up so much since then. She was so excited to take Paige under her wing and on every ride possible. As you can see in the three pictures below they had a great time and Ashley sure was helpful to Paige, holding her hand on the 'scary' rides, etc.
Later we met up with our friends and their kids Ava and Tyson. Ava and Paige are exactly two months apart and have a really good time together. As do us parents.
And now I present to you, Paige in concert. Once again in pretty dress and flower-in-hair. It seems that combination makes her want to sing and dance for us :)
Look at those eyes, really getting into it. This is typical when she hits the high notes.
At this point she had pulled out her potty chair from the bathroom and used it as a stage AND threw on her rocker sunglasses and REALLY jammed out for us. Oh that reminds me, remember the shoe polishing picture from above? That was before a wedding we were attending - and she REALLY put on a concert for us AND the video camera that time. If my husband will ever get around to it we will post it on here - so stay tuned (or shall I say tooned? Oh I am too cheesey).
We've moved on from our daily routine of dressing care bears in lotion, diapers, dresses, socks, shoes, and hats to building towers as high as we/she can. Look at this! She is just so amazing. Very talented I'd say ;) (Sigh, why is there ALWAYS a laundry basket or two laying around in the background of our pictures?)
Alas, remember I said my maternity shirts looked kinda funny right now? Well here is a me in a black garbage bag aka maternity shirt. Will I really pop the belly out of this? Sooner than I think probably. It actually kind of looks like I have a belly already, but I think that's just the shirt.
Oh wait, I DO have a baby bump already, at least that's what I'm calling it. BabyCenter tells me my baby is only the size of an avocado...pretty sure the size of this belly would fit a few avocados. I can't believe I'm posting this picture (below)of myself. It is not flattering at all. Oh well. Why lie. My eyes look tired, because they are - my face is chubby because that's what happens when I'm pregnant - my arms look white and not-toned because I haven't gotten to enjoy summer or visit the gym - my hair looks dumb because I need to do something different with it - and my smile just isn't big enough to show how excited I really am about having a baby. I'll smile bigger next time. Ok, yeah, now I'm going to delete the picture. You'll never see it! HAHA! (I'll take another and post later).
Friday, August 13, 2010
More letters. (I wasn't going to follow-up the last post with more letters right away but this is very therapeutic)
Dear Tammia,
Thanks for your comment. It did feel really good to spill all my thoughts across the keyboard! I recommend it to everyone. I'll try not to overkill though. Restless legs are ok, I've kept it at bay with the Cal-Mag supplement. Best advice ever from anyone!
Dear Elissa,
I am definitely hoping for a 2nd trimester boost of energy. Jesse did get me a delicious frozen pizza the next day, after reading my post.
Thanks for your comment! Congrats on your new house.
Dear JoEllyn,
I get rest when I can. Sometimes I fall asleep at my desk. I know my pg journey hasn't been as long and traumatic as your last one was! Thanks for the encouragement and kind words. Can't wait to see all three of your girls and you!...sometime...
Dear Aunt Linda,
Thanks for your comments, always. Your blog is fun to read and I dont' always leave comments. You're right, usually if I have time to leave a comment I probably have time to do my own blogpost. My favorite letter was the one to Paige too...I am so thankful for that little ray of sunshine in my life! (Not that my life is gloomy, it really isn't at all...and there are lots of rays of sunshine...but you know we all have our days)...
Dear Heather,
I miss your blog. But you're fun to be friends with on facebook (oh, and in real life too!). Did you get my silly voice message the other day about the pig? Sorry. After I called and started leaving the message I remembered that you didn't have your pig anymore. I guess it was a different neighbors pig walking down the road. Who knew we lived on such a farm street!
Dear Ellen,
I'm still giggling over Quiana thinking that school is a pain because she can't talk. I totally sympathize. It was really hard to be quiet! (Pretty sure I just wasn't). Tell her that I said the tickets and treasure box aren't really worth it anyway. hehe.
Dear Alison,
I'm so sorry to hear that you're not having fun either...but kinda glad to know that I'm not totally crazy for sitting in my car, in a daze, in the parking lot at the grocery store. I mean, if Alison does it, it can't be that crazy! Nice to know we have each other's TOTAL sympathy... I'm already on to my second bottle of Tums. My favorite kind is Wild Berry. What's yours?
Oh and I found ginger candy at Withey's - it's spicy cinnamon apple pie flavor and really tasty; not sure if Ginger helps your nausea or not? It hasn't really helped me but I pretend....
Dear Dad and Mom,
I like it when you leave comments on my blog. They're sweet. Just like sweet birthday cards and stuff from you. I can't count how many times somebody has asked "How are you doing" and you just say "Good" because you know that they probably really don't need/want an earful. I hope I don't vent too much to you. Am I a complainer? I hope not. Maybe just a typical female blabber mouth. Definitely more of one than you are! How did I learn to complain? It's not like I ever hear you complain. Hmmmm....
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Now for a couple more misc. letters - since it's a-n-o-t-h-e-r Wednesday (yuck).
Dear New Surprise Pregnancy Symptom,
Well we won't say your name outloud but you really came uninvited. You know what I had to do because of you? I had to go to Walgreens and buy something today that was more embarassing than buying tampons was the first time I had to buy them myself (that was a long time ago, wow). I had to buy other random things like nail polish, nail polish remover, bandaids and eye shadow just to distract the cashier and people in line; I mean what if I bought just 'that' - may as well turn the blinking lights and siren on at the checkout stand. You know what, I can't even spell you. I googled you and got a response back from Google that said "Did you mean? _____" with the correct spelling. As if to rub it in my face (thank you, Google) with a smug reminder about what I was really searching for. You know what Dear Symptom? I was just thinking, you would be a great spelling bee word, how many 7th graders would know how to spell you? Besides the fact that it would be really embarassing and awkward to repeat you twice and use you in a sentence. I think you get my drift. You're a complete and total pain in the butt (oops, pardon the pun)...ahem, well anyway you're totally annoying AND you're hard to spell.
Dear Summer,
Go ahead and leave us, I can tell you're trying. I can't wait for winter this year because that's just one step closer to February!!!! Ok, well maybe not winter himself, but the months of winter. Besides today I saw a lady walking down the street in a hooded sweatshirt and I thought it looked really comfy. I really do love you Summer (and hate winter) but this year is just different. I need life to slow down because I would feel better about sitting at home and doing homework if there wasn't so many better things to do. And just think about how wondeful next summer will be - hopefully we'll have Paige's bike fixed so she can ride it and we'll have a baby to play with and I'll have so much more time to be the mommy that I need to be. Maybe Paige will even get to do swimming lessons. Maybe we'll go to the park more than three times. So definitely come back, in fact, if you want to come back earlier than normal, let's say...March!
Well.....I was going to stop there....but I just have to slam something out, because something has officially ruined my day. The whole situation happened last year and I beat myself up over it for days and finally moved on with life, only to see (today) that the case finally closed and now I am brooding over it again.
Dear People who I ran into last year,
You make me sick. Yeah, I was the dumb chic who ran into you, but it was a side-swipe that didn't even make a dent, just a long scratch and it's only because my car is an old hunk of really heavy metalsteel (yes I said metalsteel), if I were driving the nice lightweight Mazda3 I once owned you probably wouldn't have even had a scratch. Regardless, there is NO way that I caused $16,000 of bodily damage to you and your stupid husband. You work for a chiropractor, so OF COURSE you racked up that much chiropractor care. You disgust me. I love it that when your stupid attorney (really, you got an attorney?) called me to get my insurance claim number and left me a message that you were injured and requiring medical attention, so I called you and said in my totally-fake drippingly sweet voice, "I'm sorry I hurt you. Are you ok?" And you responded, "Well, uh, uh, duh, uh, not like broken arms or anything, just woke up with headaches and sore shoulders and stuff." Yeah well you know what? You give me a migraine!!!!!
Oh and the fact that you got some previous hood damage repaired while getting the paint scratches fixed is also insane; how did I cause hood damage when I didn't even come close to the front of your car and again only put a nice long scratch on your passenger side doors? No dent at the point of impact but a nice dent on your hood? Hmmmm.
Again, people like you, especially you, make me sick...and you are what is wrong with our countries insurance problems, medical and vehicle. It's not that the insurance companies are greedy, they exist to make a profit. Duh! No, the reason why insurance is so expensive and why insurance companies are such a pain to deal with, is because of the overwhelming amount of completely outrageous claims that people make. We have insurance because accidents happen. That doesn't mean that you should just go and get some bonus massages and super-fun x-rays just because you don't have to pay for it. I bet if you had to pay for it you would have been just fine. Congratulations on your free lunches. Unfortunately, your free lunches were paid for by everyone else. Aren't you cool.
Oh and your attorney. Grrrr. He has a reputation in Missoula and I know all about it. And my Progressive claims representative groaned when he found out who your attorney was. And he disgusts me even more than you. He is the leader and instigator of all of the stupid people like you who sit around and wait for your chance to milk a system for all it's worth. I know he coached you every step of the way, because that's what he does. I hope his big beautiful attorney's office falls off into the river. No actually I don't, because he'll likely go after the city and blame the city for erosion and then everyone's taxes will pay for his new office building.
I wish I could knock all your heads together.
Dear Progressive,
I'm sorry. You've been good to me.
Dear Brenda,
Pay attention when you're driving honey. I know you were in a daze, you had just made a special quick trip to the mall to get that cute skirt for Paige's holiday pictures. And you were having a chat with yourself about how you probably didn't need to spend that much on a skirt that she probably will wear once or twice. And you obviously just forgot that you had to watch for oncoming traffic when turning right on red. No wait, you actually did look and the lane closest to you was free but where you failed was when you pulled into the far lane in a moment of pure space-case-isity. Just pay attention and think about driving when you're driving, not shopping.
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Thanks for your comment. It did feel really good to spill all my thoughts across the keyboard! I recommend it to everyone. I'll try not to overkill though. Restless legs are ok, I've kept it at bay with the Cal-Mag supplement. Best advice ever from anyone!
Dear Elissa,
I am definitely hoping for a 2nd trimester boost of energy. Jesse did get me a delicious frozen pizza the next day, after reading my post.
Thanks for your comment! Congrats on your new house.
Dear JoEllyn,
I get rest when I can. Sometimes I fall asleep at my desk. I know my pg journey hasn't been as long and traumatic as your last one was! Thanks for the encouragement and kind words. Can't wait to see all three of your girls and you!...sometime...
Dear Aunt Linda,
Thanks for your comments, always. Your blog is fun to read and I dont' always leave comments. You're right, usually if I have time to leave a comment I probably have time to do my own blogpost. My favorite letter was the one to Paige too...I am so thankful for that little ray of sunshine in my life! (Not that my life is gloomy, it really isn't at all...and there are lots of rays of sunshine...but you know we all have our days)...
Dear Heather,
I miss your blog. But you're fun to be friends with on facebook (oh, and in real life too!). Did you get my silly voice message the other day about the pig? Sorry. After I called and started leaving the message I remembered that you didn't have your pig anymore. I guess it was a different neighbors pig walking down the road. Who knew we lived on such a farm street!
Dear Ellen,
I'm still giggling over Quiana thinking that school is a pain because she can't talk. I totally sympathize. It was really hard to be quiet! (Pretty sure I just wasn't). Tell her that I said the tickets and treasure box aren't really worth it anyway. hehe.
Dear Alison,
I'm so sorry to hear that you're not having fun either...but kinda glad to know that I'm not totally crazy for sitting in my car, in a daze, in the parking lot at the grocery store. I mean, if Alison does it, it can't be that crazy! Nice to know we have each other's TOTAL sympathy... I'm already on to my second bottle of Tums. My favorite kind is Wild Berry. What's yours?
Oh and I found ginger candy at Withey's - it's spicy cinnamon apple pie flavor and really tasty; not sure if Ginger helps your nausea or not? It hasn't really helped me but I pretend....
Dear Dad and Mom,
I like it when you leave comments on my blog. They're sweet. Just like sweet birthday cards and stuff from you. I can't count how many times somebody has asked "How are you doing" and you just say "Good" because you know that they probably really don't need/want an earful. I hope I don't vent too much to you. Am I a complainer? I hope not. Maybe just a typical female blabber mouth. Definitely more of one than you are! How did I learn to complain? It's not like I ever hear you complain. Hmmmm....
__________________________________________
Now for a couple more misc. letters - since it's a-n-o-t-h-e-r Wednesday (yuck).
Dear New Surprise Pregnancy Symptom,
Well we won't say your name outloud but you really came uninvited. You know what I had to do because of you? I had to go to Walgreens and buy something today that was more embarassing than buying tampons was the first time I had to buy them myself (that was a long time ago, wow). I had to buy other random things like nail polish, nail polish remover, bandaids and eye shadow just to distract the cashier and people in line; I mean what if I bought just 'that' - may as well turn the blinking lights and siren on at the checkout stand. You know what, I can't even spell you. I googled you and got a response back from Google that said "Did you mean? _____" with the correct spelling. As if to rub it in my face (thank you, Google) with a smug reminder about what I was really searching for. You know what Dear Symptom? I was just thinking, you would be a great spelling bee word, how many 7th graders would know how to spell you? Besides the fact that it would be really embarassing and awkward to repeat you twice and use you in a sentence. I think you get my drift. You're a complete and total pain in the butt (oops, pardon the pun)...ahem, well anyway you're totally annoying AND you're hard to spell.
Dear Summer,
Go ahead and leave us, I can tell you're trying. I can't wait for winter this year because that's just one step closer to February!!!! Ok, well maybe not winter himself, but the months of winter. Besides today I saw a lady walking down the street in a hooded sweatshirt and I thought it looked really comfy. I really do love you Summer (and hate winter) but this year is just different. I need life to slow down because I would feel better about sitting at home and doing homework if there wasn't so many better things to do. And just think about how wondeful next summer will be - hopefully we'll have Paige's bike fixed so she can ride it and we'll have a baby to play with and I'll have so much more time to be the mommy that I need to be. Maybe Paige will even get to do swimming lessons. Maybe we'll go to the park more than three times. So definitely come back, in fact, if you want to come back earlier than normal, let's say...March!
Well.....I was going to stop there....but I just have to slam something out, because something has officially ruined my day. The whole situation happened last year and I beat myself up over it for days and finally moved on with life, only to see (today) that the case finally closed and now I am brooding over it again.
Dear People who I ran into last year,
You make me sick. Yeah, I was the dumb chic who ran into you, but it was a side-swipe that didn't even make a dent, just a long scratch and it's only because my car is an old hunk of really heavy metalsteel (yes I said metalsteel), if I were driving the nice lightweight Mazda3 I once owned you probably wouldn't have even had a scratch. Regardless, there is NO way that I caused $16,000 of bodily damage to you and your stupid husband. You work for a chiropractor, so OF COURSE you racked up that much chiropractor care. You disgust me. I love it that when your stupid attorney (really, you got an attorney?) called me to get my insurance claim number and left me a message that you were injured and requiring medical attention, so I called you and said in my totally-fake drippingly sweet voice, "I'm sorry I hurt you. Are you ok?" And you responded, "Well, uh, uh, duh, uh, not like broken arms or anything, just woke up with headaches and sore shoulders and stuff." Yeah well you know what? You give me a migraine!!!!!
Oh and the fact that you got some previous hood damage repaired while getting the paint scratches fixed is also insane; how did I cause hood damage when I didn't even come close to the front of your car and again only put a nice long scratch on your passenger side doors? No dent at the point of impact but a nice dent on your hood? Hmmmm.
Again, people like you, especially you, make me sick...and you are what is wrong with our countries insurance problems, medical and vehicle. It's not that the insurance companies are greedy, they exist to make a profit. Duh! No, the reason why insurance is so expensive and why insurance companies are such a pain to deal with, is because of the overwhelming amount of completely outrageous claims that people make. We have insurance because accidents happen. That doesn't mean that you should just go and get some bonus massages and super-fun x-rays just because you don't have to pay for it. I bet if you had to pay for it you would have been just fine. Congratulations on your free lunches. Unfortunately, your free lunches were paid for by everyone else. Aren't you cool.
Oh and your attorney. Grrrr. He has a reputation in Missoula and I know all about it. And my Progressive claims representative groaned when he found out who your attorney was. And he disgusts me even more than you. He is the leader and instigator of all of the stupid people like you who sit around and wait for your chance to milk a system for all it's worth. I know he coached you every step of the way, because that's what he does. I hope his big beautiful attorney's office falls off into the river. No actually I don't, because he'll likely go after the city and blame the city for erosion and then everyone's taxes will pay for his new office building.
I wish I could knock all your heads together.
Dear Progressive,
I'm sorry. You've been good to me.
Dear Brenda,
Pay attention when you're driving honey. I know you were in a daze, you had just made a special quick trip to the mall to get that cute skirt for Paige's holiday pictures. And you were having a chat with yourself about how you probably didn't need to spend that much on a skirt that she probably will wear once or twice. And you obviously just forgot that you had to watch for oncoming traffic when turning right on red. No wait, you actually did look and the lane closest to you was free but where you failed was when you pulled into the far lane in a moment of pure space-case-isity. Just pay attention and think about driving when you're driving, not shopping.
____________________________________________________________________
Ok. Now THAT is closure!!!
Over and out.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Letters
Dear Wednesday,
Why are you always such a loooong day?
Dear Friday Night,
I can't wait for you to come!
Dear Restless Mind,
Please just focus.
Dear Pregnancy Acne,
Go away!
Dear Pregnancy Appetite,
You are really annoying. Please just find something that you like and stick with it; Just don't let it be something too fattening or unhealty, I don't need to look like a hippo quite yet.
Dear Paige,
Please wake up on the other side of the bed tomorrow. You were a little bit too crabby this morning.
Dear Recently purchased fabric from Joannes,
I have great plans for you! Paige's new bedspread is going to be sooo cute.
Dear Paige's room,
Soon you will be decorated very cute-ly. I know it's about time.
Dear Periwinkle Toyota Tacoma,
Thanks for pulling out in front of me today and bringing me a random memory/reminisce today; It made me laugh outloud in my car...and I don't think anyone else would even think it was funny (had to be there) but me and maybe a couple girls that were 'there' - and then I heard their laughter in my head and that was a nice memory too.
Dear Carmen-the-dog,
I hope your real owners don't read my blog. I think you can sense that I'm annoyed with you because now you just annoy me more. You're just attention hungry, and sorry, Dog but I have a husband, a 3 year old and a bun in the oven, as well as me-myself-and-I, and that's how I divide my attention. Don't you have the trees to explore? Run along.
Dear Professor,
Will you please backoff with the reading assignments; Reading 90 pages of tax literature in one-week is out of control. Besides, you are making me really scared to take the CPA exams.
Dear fellow student,
It's ok to procrastinate and leave projects to the very end if they're your own, but NOT when it's a group project!!!
Dear Franklin Covey,
You make amazing planners; I don't know what I would do without you.
Dear Citibank,
Please stop calling every hour. We don't have your credit card and we don't want your credit card. If you're going to call people in the U.S. you'll probably have better luck if you use customer service persons who speak English clearly. Americans don't take kindly to outsourcing...I know I know...it has it's benefits; but your annoying phone calls is not one of them. I don't really care, and I'm not prejudice at all, and I don't think that the whole world should just automatically speak English and forget about their own language. What I'm saying is that company's like yourself shouldn't totally rule out housing call centers in the United States just for the sake of your people. I'm just saying...well, I could handle one phone call but not 12. OK?
Dear Grocery Store,
I'm sorry. I was going to come in. But I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. And then I just didn't have the energy to get out of my car, get Paige out of her carseat, walk all the way into the store, push around the cart, pick up things, and pay for them, carry them back to the car, load them up, put Paige back in her carseat, drive home, carry groceries up the stairs. Well I was only going to get a frozen pizza anyway...and then I decided that it probably wouldn't be worth the effort. So maybe I'll come in another day. When I absolutely have to.
Dear Video on Facebook (posted by Heather Thompson),
I just watched you three times. Apparently I like to cry. Not just little tears - I'm talking, streaming tears, lump in the throat, catches your breath kind of cry. I have always tried to imagine the overwhelming emotions that soldiers have when they finally get to come home, if even for a visit. And I've tried to imagine the feelings that a young lady would feel when her fiance' or husband is on his way home. I've thought about that before a few different times (1) When I was working at the airport and witnessed homecoming/greetings and (2) When my cousin Ken came home from Iraq to his waiting girlfriend and parents. But I never imagined the Surprise homecomings. Wow. So cool. And the kids hugging their daddies, and the daddies hugging their kids. That just breaks your heart, and warms your heart, makes you cry, and makes you smile...all at once. I guess it's necessary, we need soldiers, and we need to defend our country, but really? I tip my hat.
Dear Frozen Pizza,
I kinda wish I had gone into the grocery store now. But I don't even know what kind of frozen pizza to buy! Where is the Schwan's man when you need him? The Schwan's man probably says that about my mom...Where is my best customer when I need her? Sure could use the sales this week! Oh, back to you, pizza. I don't even know why I think I want you. I'm sure the sauce won't settle well.
Dear Maternity Shirts,
You look really frumpy right now. Not quite ready for you. But I think I'll take a picture just because it will be funny to compare how you fit now, to how you'll fit in the end! For now I'll just look like I'm going to rip the seams of my normal clothes.
Dear Paige (again),
You are so cute with your chocolate milk addiction. At least you're getting calcium and protein. And I love it when you say, "Momma, sit by me" and I love how much you love to cuddle. And you say thank-you for everything which is totally sweet and makes me happy. And I love it when you want me to take something from you and you say, "Here, take, take." You're such a big girl and you do a fabulous job of cleaning your feet and toes with soap in the bath. I can't wait to watch you as a big sister.
Dear Jesse,
Hurry home.
That's my thoughts for the day.
Why are you always such a loooong day?
Dear Friday Night,
I can't wait for you to come!
Dear Restless Mind,
Please just focus.
Dear Pregnancy Acne,
Go away!
Dear Pregnancy Appetite,
You are really annoying. Please just find something that you like and stick with it; Just don't let it be something too fattening or unhealty, I don't need to look like a hippo quite yet.
Dear Paige,
Please wake up on the other side of the bed tomorrow. You were a little bit too crabby this morning.
Dear Recently purchased fabric from Joannes,
I have great plans for you! Paige's new bedspread is going to be sooo cute.
Dear Paige's room,
Soon you will be decorated very cute-ly. I know it's about time.
Dear Periwinkle Toyota Tacoma,
Thanks for pulling out in front of me today and bringing me a random memory/reminisce today; It made me laugh outloud in my car...and I don't think anyone else would even think it was funny (had to be there) but me and maybe a couple girls that were 'there' - and then I heard their laughter in my head and that was a nice memory too.
Dear Carmen-the-dog,
I hope your real owners don't read my blog. I think you can sense that I'm annoyed with you because now you just annoy me more. You're just attention hungry, and sorry, Dog but I have a husband, a 3 year old and a bun in the oven, as well as me-myself-and-I, and that's how I divide my attention. Don't you have the trees to explore? Run along.
Dear Professor,
Will you please backoff with the reading assignments; Reading 90 pages of tax literature in one-week is out of control. Besides, you are making me really scared to take the CPA exams.
Dear fellow student,
It's ok to procrastinate and leave projects to the very end if they're your own, but NOT when it's a group project!!!
Dear Franklin Covey,
You make amazing planners; I don't know what I would do without you.
Dear Citibank,
Please stop calling every hour. We don't have your credit card and we don't want your credit card. If you're going to call people in the U.S. you'll probably have better luck if you use customer service persons who speak English clearly. Americans don't take kindly to outsourcing...I know I know...it has it's benefits; but your annoying phone calls is not one of them. I don't really care, and I'm not prejudice at all, and I don't think that the whole world should just automatically speak English and forget about their own language. What I'm saying is that company's like yourself shouldn't totally rule out housing call centers in the United States just for the sake of your people. I'm just saying...well, I could handle one phone call but not 12. OK?
Dear Grocery Store,
I'm sorry. I was going to come in. But I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car. And then I just didn't have the energy to get out of my car, get Paige out of her carseat, walk all the way into the store, push around the cart, pick up things, and pay for them, carry them back to the car, load them up, put Paige back in her carseat, drive home, carry groceries up the stairs. Well I was only going to get a frozen pizza anyway...and then I decided that it probably wouldn't be worth the effort. So maybe I'll come in another day. When I absolutely have to.
Dear Video on Facebook (posted by Heather Thompson),
I just watched you three times. Apparently I like to cry. Not just little tears - I'm talking, streaming tears, lump in the throat, catches your breath kind of cry. I have always tried to imagine the overwhelming emotions that soldiers have when they finally get to come home, if even for a visit. And I've tried to imagine the feelings that a young lady would feel when her fiance' or husband is on his way home. I've thought about that before a few different times (1) When I was working at the airport and witnessed homecoming/greetings and (2) When my cousin Ken came home from Iraq to his waiting girlfriend and parents. But I never imagined the Surprise homecomings. Wow. So cool. And the kids hugging their daddies, and the daddies hugging their kids. That just breaks your heart, and warms your heart, makes you cry, and makes you smile...all at once. I guess it's necessary, we need soldiers, and we need to defend our country, but really? I tip my hat.
Dear Frozen Pizza,
I kinda wish I had gone into the grocery store now. But I don't even know what kind of frozen pizza to buy! Where is the Schwan's man when you need him? The Schwan's man probably says that about my mom...Where is my best customer when I need her? Sure could use the sales this week! Oh, back to you, pizza. I don't even know why I think I want you. I'm sure the sauce won't settle well.
Dear Maternity Shirts,
You look really frumpy right now. Not quite ready for you. But I think I'll take a picture just because it will be funny to compare how you fit now, to how you'll fit in the end! For now I'll just look like I'm going to rip the seams of my normal clothes.
Dear Paige (again),
You are so cute with your chocolate milk addiction. At least you're getting calcium and protein. And I love it when you say, "Momma, sit by me" and I love how much you love to cuddle. And you say thank-you for everything which is totally sweet and makes me happy. And I love it when you want me to take something from you and you say, "Here, take, take." You're such a big girl and you do a fabulous job of cleaning your feet and toes with soap in the bath. I can't wait to watch you as a big sister.
Dear Jesse,
Hurry home.
That's my thoughts for the day.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Venting Machine
It's time for a new post, but I don't even know where to start. Summer is busy and fun and great. School keeps me too busy and I'm trying really hard to not let myself face extreme burn out. I just have to keep February in sight. I will be done with school appx. a week before our due date with baby #2. I know I shouldn't wish time along because it goes fast enough, but I think I have the right to at least hope that February comes faster than like, tomorrow!
I wish so bad that it was easier to be pregnant. I have a friend who is due on Aug 6th and she has been extremely uncomfortable for the last month; I mean even her face just looks like it hurts. Poor thing. She says, "I just can't do it anymore!" I think I remember saying that a few times with Paige.
I've been trying a few remedies to help deal with nausea, but ginger tea in NASTY! And I lost my motion sickness wrist bands, but I don't think they did anything anyway. What else...I've added a B-complex vitamin to my 'diet' - supposedly B6 helps, but it doesn't. The only thing I have praise for is the Calcium-Mag-D vitamin that curbs RLS. Having restless legs is insane. Totally insane.
Ok so enough venting about that...because I know it's worth it. Having a child is the most amazing thing in the world!
Now before I tackle my messy house, here are a couple pictures from our recent Braaten family reunion.
Guess that's it for now!
I wish so bad that it was easier to be pregnant. I have a friend who is due on Aug 6th and she has been extremely uncomfortable for the last month; I mean even her face just looks like it hurts. Poor thing. She says, "I just can't do it anymore!" I think I remember saying that a few times with Paige.
I've been trying a few remedies to help deal with nausea, but ginger tea in NASTY! And I lost my motion sickness wrist bands, but I don't think they did anything anyway. What else...I've added a B-complex vitamin to my 'diet' - supposedly B6 helps, but it doesn't. The only thing I have praise for is the Calcium-Mag-D vitamin that curbs RLS. Having restless legs is insane. Totally insane.
Ok so enough venting about that...because I know it's worth it. Having a child is the most amazing thing in the world!
Now before I tackle my messy house, here are a couple pictures from our recent Braaten family reunion.
Guess that's it for now!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
L stands for LiLacs and....Love :)
This month is our (Jesse & I) 10 year High School graduation anniversary. WOW!
It is also our 10 year anniversary from when we started dating. We dated for 5 years and now have been married for 5 (next month)! I don't know the date at which we officially started dating, if there even was an official date(?) Honestly, I sometimes can't even remember our wedding anniversary date.
Anyway...I told you that the last picture of the last slideshow was a preview of my next blog post. Now, IF your name happens to be Ellen or Becky or, well I don't remember who else has had to hear this story before, you need not read any further...AND if you don't particularly care for giddy little sweet stories, then also do not read further. BUT if you want to know just WHY lilacs were our wedding flower and why lilacs make me S-M-I-L-E then please enjoy the story. Oh, and Dad and Mom, I don't know if you want to read either - it's not bad, but I don't want to even THINK that someday Paige might be 'old enough' for this stuff!
The Story:
Once upon a time a silly little blonde girl had a BIG HUGE crush on a very attractive classmate with amazing biceps and cool shoes, who also happened to be the best athlete in the land AND was super shy, and oh, his eyes, wow, his eyes...IF he would ever make eye contact! There was just something about him! He wasn't just Jesse, he was Jesse Hedeen. (For some reason I always referred to him as Jesse Hedeen, not just Jesse. haha).
Finally she caught his attention when she spilled her Biggie sized pop in math class ~ that broke the ice, no pun intended. During the track season of their junior year the silly blonde girl (referred to as SBG from here on out) and The Jesse Hedeen (referred to as TJH from here-forward) became friends. The friendship grew through their senior year; Imagine being that poor SBG and dealing with a bad/good case of The Daily Butterflies!
As the track season of their senior year progressed, the lilacs eventually started blooming. One day the SBG and TJH 'happened' to be leaving the field at the same time. The mystical TJH said, "I love it when the lilacs finally start blooming in the spring! They smell soooo good." The SBG thought it was so cute that TJH had just said such a thing.
A month later, when the lilacs were in full bloom, the SBG left track practice and headed toward her car; on her windshield, tucked into the windshield wiper, was a little bundle of freshly picked lilacs. At first she thought they were from her old boyfriend and almost tossed them into the road, as she had previously done with a few dozen annoying red roses, BUT then she remembered, with glee, THAT conversation she had had with TJH. Maybe...just maybe.......
She never found out for sure, but she pretended that they were from TJH and drove around with the lilacs in her car until they were dead and brittle, until....a new, bigger bundle of lilacs were found on her windshield again!!!
Still never knowing, after track season ended and graduation happened, the SBG was telling her cousin Becky about how the lilacs and how she was 'sure' they had to have been from TJH and Becky said, "Well if you marry him someday, you know what your wedding flower will have to be!"
Shortly after that, TJH became MJH (My Jesse Hedeen) and he eventually admitted to being the secret lilac-leaver.
And 10 yeas later, he still has amazing biceps, cool shoes, beautiful eyes and can still run fast and hit homeruns, but he's not so shy anymore. And sadly, I'm still the SBG who spills her food and drink. How crazy is it that this guy, this huge crush of mine, who seemed to Hollywood-Brad-Pittesque-Unobtainable became my husband... and we even have an amazing little girl that we get to enjoy together.
I have never particularly cared for TJH to buy me flowers, it seems like a waste of money, but when he brings me home a hand-picked little handful of lilacs it just makes my day.
It is also our 10 year anniversary from when we started dating. We dated for 5 years and now have been married for 5 (next month)! I don't know the date at which we officially started dating, if there even was an official date(?) Honestly, I sometimes can't even remember our wedding anniversary date.
Anyway...I told you that the last picture of the last slideshow was a preview of my next blog post. Now, IF your name happens to be Ellen or Becky or, well I don't remember who else has had to hear this story before, you need not read any further...AND if you don't particularly care for giddy little sweet stories, then also do not read further. BUT if you want to know just WHY lilacs were our wedding flower and why lilacs make me S-M-I-L-E then please enjoy the story. Oh, and Dad and Mom, I don't know if you want to read either - it's not bad, but I don't want to even THINK that someday Paige might be 'old enough' for this stuff!
The Story:
Once upon a time a silly little blonde girl had a BIG HUGE crush on a very attractive classmate with amazing biceps and cool shoes, who also happened to be the best athlete in the land AND was super shy, and oh, his eyes, wow, his eyes...IF he would ever make eye contact! There was just something about him! He wasn't just Jesse, he was Jesse Hedeen. (For some reason I always referred to him as Jesse Hedeen, not just Jesse. haha).
Finally she caught his attention when she spilled her Biggie sized pop in math class ~ that broke the ice, no pun intended. During the track season of their junior year the silly blonde girl (referred to as SBG from here on out) and The Jesse Hedeen (referred to as TJH from here-forward) became friends. The friendship grew through their senior year; Imagine being that poor SBG and dealing with a bad/good case of The Daily Butterflies!
As the track season of their senior year progressed, the lilacs eventually started blooming. One day the SBG and TJH 'happened' to be leaving the field at the same time. The mystical TJH said, "I love it when the lilacs finally start blooming in the spring! They smell soooo good." The SBG thought it was so cute that TJH had just said such a thing.
A month later, when the lilacs were in full bloom, the SBG left track practice and headed toward her car; on her windshield, tucked into the windshield wiper, was a little bundle of freshly picked lilacs. At first she thought they were from her old boyfriend and almost tossed them into the road, as she had previously done with a few dozen annoying red roses, BUT then she remembered, with glee, THAT conversation she had had with TJH. Maybe...just maybe.......
She never found out for sure, but she pretended that they were from TJH and drove around with the lilacs in her car until they were dead and brittle, until....a new, bigger bundle of lilacs were found on her windshield again!!!
Still never knowing, after track season ended and graduation happened, the SBG was telling her cousin Becky about how the lilacs and how she was 'sure' they had to have been from TJH and Becky said, "Well if you marry him someday, you know what your wedding flower will have to be!"
Shortly after that, TJH became MJH (My Jesse Hedeen) and he eventually admitted to being the secret lilac-leaver.
And 10 yeas later, he still has amazing biceps, cool shoes, beautiful eyes and can still run fast and hit homeruns, but he's not so shy anymore. And sadly, I'm still the SBG who spills her food and drink. How crazy is it that this guy, this huge crush of mine, who seemed to Hollywood-Brad-Pittesque-Unobtainable became my husband... and we even have an amazing little girl that we get to enjoy together.
I have never particularly cared for TJH to buy me flowers, it seems like a waste of money, but when he brings me home a hand-picked little handful of lilacs it just makes my day.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Spring Photo Album
What a fun 'start' to Spring and Summer...very fun times with friends and family. Loving our new home, our jobs, and the end of a long winter. Paige turned 3. Wow. We celebrated by taking a very quick trip to Portland for her bday weekend. Jesse's mom and family were able to join us for a fun sunny at the zoo. And then Jesse and I got to go to a Nickleback concert at the Rose Garden while Grandma CharLee babysat Paige and got in some good snuggling time. The concert was awesome, my favorite band...pretty sad maybe that I knew every single song; The best part about a loud rock concert is that you can sing along really loud and the person right next to you can't even hear you! haha.
We rented a brand new Chevy Malibu for the drive, there was NO way we were going to mess with the high possibility of car problems along the way. Everytime we got in the car Paige would say, "Oooh, nice car!" Poor little girl, even she knows the difference.
We came back and had a sweet little bday party for her with Great-Grandma Linda and Grandpa and Grandma B. I was reminded of the harsh reality on Mother's Day that I wasn't super-mom...considering that I had to ask MY mom to make my very own daughter's birthday cake! But it was delicious and adorable so we're all happy.
The following weekend we had a very fun weekend lots of our relatives in town for Kenny's wedding.
Now I must finish up my homework for the day while Jesse is mowing the lawn and Paige is taking a nap. Oh but check back soon, I have a fun blog topic. The very last picture in this slideshow is a sneak preview ;)
We rented a brand new Chevy Malibu for the drive, there was NO way we were going to mess with the high possibility of car problems along the way. Everytime we got in the car Paige would say, "Oooh, nice car!" Poor little girl, even she knows the difference.
We came back and had a sweet little bday party for her with Great-Grandma Linda and Grandpa and Grandma B. I was reminded of the harsh reality on Mother's Day that I wasn't super-mom...considering that I had to ask MY mom to make my very own daughter's birthday cake! But it was delicious and adorable so we're all happy.
The following weekend we had a very fun weekend lots of our relatives in town for Kenny's wedding.
Now I must finish up my homework for the day while Jesse is mowing the lawn and Paige is taking a nap. Oh but check back soon, I have a fun blog topic. The very last picture in this slideshow is a sneak preview ;)
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Paige Road-Rage
I was driving through town and pulled up to a stoplight; we are sitting behind a car that is obviuosly also stopped at the stop light. From the backseat Paige said, "Moozch (move) Car!" Ha-ha, she was yelling at the car in front of us to get out of our way! Nice. I swear she didn't learn that from me ~
10 seconds go by and she yells louder, "Get outta my way Car!" Again, she didn't learn that from me. Or her dad.
Finally the light turns green and the car starts moving, and she says with great satisfaction, "There, that's better."
Now to share her sweetness: She has FINALLY decided to say "I love you" back to mommy and daddy; we've been trying forever to get this exchange from her. It's my favorite. She hugs me and looks me in the eye and puts her hands on my cheek and says, "I love you, momma."
And then after I say, "Oh I love you too Paige," she says, "I love you toooooooooo."
She was also expressing her love to her fruit snacks the other day, "I love you," "Oh, I love you too," "I love you too foot stack."
10 seconds go by and she yells louder, "Get outta my way Car!" Again, she didn't learn that from me. Or her dad.
Finally the light turns green and the car starts moving, and she says with great satisfaction, "There, that's better."
Now to share her sweetness: She has FINALLY decided to say "I love you" back to mommy and daddy; we've been trying forever to get this exchange from her. It's my favorite. She hugs me and looks me in the eye and puts her hands on my cheek and says, "I love you, momma."
And then after I say, "Oh I love you too Paige," she says, "I love you toooooooooo."
She was also expressing her love to her fruit snacks the other day, "I love you," "Oh, I love you too," "I love you too foot stack."
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Weekend Fun
I love fun weekends. Who doesn't though right? We had our good friends Aaron and Kim and their super cute kids, Ava and Tyson, over for dinner Saturday evening. Ava and Paige are exactly two months apart and it was fun to see them play together. It was great for Paige to be around Ava because Ava is really outgoing and Paige not so much...Paige eventually warmed up to her and they had a great time. They chased Carmen around, and hung out on the porch together singing songs to each other and giggling and trying to talk about things.
Easter
Once again, Dave and Denay hosted an awesome easter party. Denay's white cake is always my favorite part :)
Here are some pics of some of the kids and the easter egg hunt.
Easter
Once again, Dave and Denay hosted an awesome easter party. Denay's white cake is always my favorite part :)
Here are some pics of some of the kids and the easter egg hunt.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dear Reader,
FYI I really enjoy getting your comments everyone! It's fun. Thank you. You all know how I've always liked attention : ) I hope I have grown out of that a little; I can't deny that I still like to tell stories and stuff...but at least I'm not still singing and dancing! I think I still have a little problem with interrupting people and I'm horrible at listening because I'm too busy thinking about what I will say or about my story to match. Ok, maybe not always, but definitely something to work on. Wow this just went from being a brief thank you note for comments to a deep self-reflection. Guess that's what happens when you eat chicken noodle soup for lunch while blogging. haha.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
CareBears
Paige's new favorite routine is to dress up her Bears...lotion ("Sotion"), wipes, diapers, and clothes, everyday when we get home. I think she must think about it on her way home because the second we walk in the door she goes straight to her room, finds the bears, grabs the laundry basket and starts pulling out the necessities one-by-one and putting them in the basket. "Pats... Shiwt...Toos...Tocks, At, Sotion, diaper..." "Tay Mama, help me!"
And when we're done they look so cute and she is so pleased!
And then she helps them while they all read books together.
And when we're done they look so cute and she is so pleased!
And then she helps them while they all read books together.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Last Week in Pictures
A little smelly after she pets and hugs the dog but she sure loves her! Oh well I guess it's ok and I'm glad that she doesn't have my psychophobia of animals. She even likes kitties ~ mind you, we won't be taking ownership of any of the above. At least I can always argue that they are too expensive...NO pets until we have enough kids, nice vehicles, a house and we can't think of any other way to spend money, then maaaayyyybeee, but only if its like Carmen, very low maintenance and no messy in the yardy.You know that reminds me. That whole "Never say never..." Oh it got me bad. "I'll NEVER drink coffee." (Little did I know that someday I would fall in love with Lattes and Iced Coffees). "I'll never live in a place like THIS!" (Little did I know that my newly-wed year would be spent living in the very trailer court that I swore I'd never live in when my parents first bought it...) "I'll never..." Yes, Never say Never for it will become your destiny. So, I just jinxed myself, watch and we'll have a puppy and 2 cats of our own before long.
Anyway, away from that tangent and back to my pictures...
Paige loves her cousin Hannah. Sorry Hannah for this momentary failure to support your head, but I assure you it was supported the rest of the time when I wasn't taking pictures. (And I didn't just let it flop over, it was a gentle settle). Grandma bought them matching dresses which were super cute for the baby shower. Hannah is a little sweetie!
Saturday morning sunrise over the river bend. Can't complain about that. There are usually a whole string of deer crossing the river single-file, it's pretty cool...the other morning there were even some Bambi's - isn't it too early for that? Maybe they were just midget deer. Anyway, bring on spring and summer, the faster the better! Well...we don't that river to rise too fast...although I'm not the least bit worried about flooding. WHAT has happened to me? Am I really talking about this? Next I'll be quoting you stuff from the Farmer's Almanac.
Our little bookworm. I just love that she sits in this little pink chair (below) and reads through her entire collection of books; it is a very nice way to keep her occupied while I work on homework. At bedtime she has five books that she reads before laying down and going to sleep; she makes me lay down and 'sleep' while she reads and most of the time I really do fall asleep and then she hits me on the head to show me something and no sooner do I wake up and look at what she wants to show me does she push my head back down into the pillow and tell me to go back to sleep. This whole process begins at about 8:45ish (more like 9:00) and the other night at 10:15 Jesse came in to the bedroom to find me totally zonked and Paige wide awake, who then pretended to sleep when Jesse walked in. Haha.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Classic
A lunch-break blog post. What a concept. So I have a story for you. It's titled Classic for two reasons (1) It's about my car, which is, if you don't know, my Grandma's car, a Cutlass Cierra Classic and (2) This is (sadly) a Classic Brenda story, as someone already pointed out. I don't even know why I tell these stories on myself, except that I just find humor in them rather than letting it ruin my self-esteem.
I went out last night to buy a baby gift for my new niece. Hannah, this is your fault! (just kidding, I can't wait to meet you tonight and kiss you on your cute little nose).
I’m driving in a 45 mph zone and definitely not going over 45 (and now you have probably guessed that this involves a cop)...yes...
I drove through an intersection and noticed a cop. My psycho-phobia about cops kicks in. Is psycho-phobia a word? If not, I just made it up to describe myself and my great dislike for cats and dogs and cops. In case you don't know, I have apparently been pulled over so many times that I swear they're all out there to get me and every time I see a cop, even in the distance, my heart starts pounding and I get really nervous. So anyway, I know that I was doing nothing wrong but still am watching in my rear view mirror for him and sure enough he turns and speeds up to catch me and turns his lights on to pull me over. "WHAT?"...instant adrenaline rush and I am not an adrenaline junky so don't think I like this for a second. Verge of tears, actually.
Obviously, I pull over. He sits in his car behind me forevvvvver and I’m just sitting there waiting. He finally comes up and shines his lights all over (like he is looking for drugs or illegal immigrants) and then asks me how I’m doing. I wanted to hate him except that he was attractive and nice. (Sorry Jesse, I promise he was not even close to your caliber). He proceeds to tell me that he was pulling me over because the little light bulb that is supposed to shine on my license plate is burned out. I said, (probably with a goofy look on my face), “What? I didn’t even know that existed. Will you show me?” So we go and look at it, and it’s not burnt out, just dim and covered in dirt. So then he tells me that he actually has to have two reasons to pull me over and the other one was the crack that goes all the way across my windshield. So “he has probable cause to pull me over” – I think he was starting to feel bad because he could sense my distress and tells me not to worry he’s not going to give me a citation, but with two reasons to pull someone over they’re supposed to. (blah blah blah).
Then he asks me if I am ok. And I said, “Well yeah, now that I know why you pulled me over. I KNEW I wasn’t speeding!”
Then I told him that the windshield crack didn’t impair my vision and I didn’t really want to put any money into fixing the windshield because this is a temporary vehicle and not worth the investment. He asks me why it’s a temporary vehicle so I told him a quick summary about how/why we bought the car and he asked for how much and then he says, “sweet deal.” I also casually mentioned that it was my Grandma's car to make sure he knew it had some sort of sentimental value if nothing else. Mind you, now I have sat back down in my seat but the door is open and I’m sure he noticed the duck tape on the inside door panel, (I don’t even know why that is there). He takes a step back and does a once over on my car and says that it’s not THAT bad of a car and I looked at him like he needed to quit lying. (Sorry Grandma, it was a great car for you I know). So then he told me, “It actually fits you pretty well!” I said, “Oh THANKS!” And he goes, “No you look like you need an Escalade.” Nice back-pedaling dude.
Then he asks me if I’ve ever been pulled over before. I said yes. And he asks surprised, Really? What for?....….I told him that I didn’t really want to tell him because it was embarrassing but I told him about my license plate story. I didn’t tell him about the numerous speeding tickets and pull-overs of my past. Nothing on my record, no need to mention them.
And then when I’m leaving I have to do my manual blinker and I’m thinking, Please don’t let him notice my funky blinker.
Seriously, Do I have a bumper-sticker that says, I am suspicious pull me over…?
This confirms it, I really am not sure that this car and I are meant to be together, but I'll keep bombing around in it for awhile just because I don't feel like spending money on buying a car right now. Unfortunately, I was JUST getting over my major freaking out issue whenever I saw a cop (from the last undisclosed incident), and now I'm back to being super jumpy again. This morning a blinking red traffic light caught my eye in my rear-view mirror and my heart skipped a few beats.
I went out last night to buy a baby gift for my new niece. Hannah, this is your fault! (just kidding, I can't wait to meet you tonight and kiss you on your cute little nose).
I’m driving in a 45 mph zone and definitely not going over 45 (and now you have probably guessed that this involves a cop)...yes...
I drove through an intersection and noticed a cop. My psycho-phobia about cops kicks in. Is psycho-phobia a word? If not, I just made it up to describe myself and my great dislike for cats and dogs and cops. In case you don't know, I have apparently been pulled over so many times that I swear they're all out there to get me and every time I see a cop, even in the distance, my heart starts pounding and I get really nervous. So anyway, I know that I was doing nothing wrong but still am watching in my rear view mirror for him and sure enough he turns and speeds up to catch me and turns his lights on to pull me over. "WHAT?"...instant adrenaline rush and I am not an adrenaline junky so don't think I like this for a second. Verge of tears, actually.
Obviously, I pull over. He sits in his car behind me forevvvvver and I’m just sitting there waiting. He finally comes up and shines his lights all over (like he is looking for drugs or illegal immigrants) and then asks me how I’m doing. I wanted to hate him except that he was attractive and nice. (Sorry Jesse, I promise he was not even close to your caliber). He proceeds to tell me that he was pulling me over because the little light bulb that is supposed to shine on my license plate is burned out. I said, (probably with a goofy look on my face), “What? I didn’t even know that existed. Will you show me?” So we go and look at it, and it’s not burnt out, just dim and covered in dirt. So then he tells me that he actually has to have two reasons to pull me over and the other one was the crack that goes all the way across my windshield. So “he has probable cause to pull me over” – I think he was starting to feel bad because he could sense my distress and tells me not to worry he’s not going to give me a citation, but with two reasons to pull someone over they’re supposed to. (blah blah blah).
Then he asks me if I am ok. And I said, “Well yeah, now that I know why you pulled me over. I KNEW I wasn’t speeding!”
Then I told him that the windshield crack didn’t impair my vision and I didn’t really want to put any money into fixing the windshield because this is a temporary vehicle and not worth the investment. He asks me why it’s a temporary vehicle so I told him a quick summary about how/why we bought the car and he asked for how much and then he says, “sweet deal.” I also casually mentioned that it was my Grandma's car to make sure he knew it had some sort of sentimental value if nothing else. Mind you, now I have sat back down in my seat but the door is open and I’m sure he noticed the duck tape on the inside door panel, (I don’t even know why that is there). He takes a step back and does a once over on my car and says that it’s not THAT bad of a car and I looked at him like he needed to quit lying. (Sorry Grandma, it was a great car for you I know). So then he told me, “It actually fits you pretty well!” I said, “Oh THANKS!” And he goes, “No you look like you need an Escalade.” Nice back-pedaling dude.
Then he asks me if I’ve ever been pulled over before. I said yes. And he asks surprised, Really? What for?....….I told him that I didn’t really want to tell him because it was embarrassing but I told him about my license plate story. I didn’t tell him about the numerous speeding tickets and pull-overs of my past. Nothing on my record, no need to mention them.
And then when I’m leaving I have to do my manual blinker and I’m thinking, Please don’t let him notice my funky blinker.
Seriously, Do I have a bumper-sticker that says, I am suspicious pull me over…?
This confirms it, I really am not sure that this car and I are meant to be together, but I'll keep bombing around in it for awhile just because I don't feel like spending money on buying a car right now. Unfortunately, I was JUST getting over my major freaking out issue whenever I saw a cop (from the last undisclosed incident), and now I'm back to being super jumpy again. This morning a blinking red traffic light caught my eye in my rear-view mirror and my heart skipped a few beats.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Paige
While packing/unpacking I came across Paige's baby books and realized I needed to write in them as it had been awhile. Here is the latest and all of the sweet, sometimes funny and always wonderful things about Paige.
(1) She now has a baby cousin named Hannah. She is going to LOVE holding her little cousin and loves to look at the pictures. She says "Baby Hannah" perfectly and in her little voice she says, " OOohh, look at Baby Hannah." You know how we all change our voices when we say something like that...she's picked up on that.
(2) We all know my neurotic dislike for animals, especially dogs and cats. As I have already noted, our new place comes with a dog. The owners of the place still come out to their shop and decided to leave Carmen the dog here to run around. Well thankfully Paige did not inherit my dislike and loves the 'puppy.' She loves to go get her treats. This is how it happens: Carmen stands at the door, Paige sees her and goes and opens the door, says, "Hi Puppy!" (with changed voice like she is talking to a baby), closes the door and tries to tell Carmen she'll be right back. Carmen knows and waits. Paige yells, "Tay!" ('ok') runs across the house, opens up the back door, gets a doggy treat and brings it back. Opens the door, throws the treat at Carmen, giggles and then closes the door. Sometimes when we get home she stands there and pats her tummy and says, "Get me Puppy!" Crazy girl, she actually wants the puppy to run around her and lick at her. The best part, it is great bribery - "Paige, do you want to go home and see Puppy?"
(3) When Carmen is off running around at the river or in the trees, Paige becomes devastated that she's not at the door. Jesse taught Paige how to call for the puppy. "Puppy! **Whistle** *Whistle**" Paige obviously doesn't whistle, but like all kids makes a whistle noise in a high-pitched, "woo woo, woo woo"
Well...now she calls her parents like that. "Mama, woo woo, woo woo."
(4) We finally let Paige graduate from her crib to a bed a few months ago. After we go to bed she walks around in the dark and stands outside our door hoping we'll invite her in. We've learned that if we ignore her she'll just go back to her bed. But it is pretty funny to see her standing there in the dark, peeking around the corner at us. One time I followed her back in there and watched her climb up onto her bed, for some reason I just thought it was the cutest thing ever. Little Big Paige climbing into her bed.
(5) Paige, a few months behind most kids her age, has reached the independent stage, "My do it!" She must do everything. It's actually really cute and you know, kids can handle more than we think they can sometimes.
(6) When Paige goes potty on the potty we make a big production and clap and say good job and "Yay, Paige!" She returns the congratulatory behavior when Mama goes potty on the potty. Great to have the encouragement. Now just if I can get her to bring me some M&Ms.
(7) My most favorite thing of all - Paige comes up to me says, "Hi Mama" and then cups my face in her hands and puts her nose to mine and gets this sweet little content smile on her face and then proceeds to run her hands through my hair and caress my face like we do to her because we love her. She gives the best hugs a person could ever want. Being a mommy is most definitely the best thing in the world!
(1) She now has a baby cousin named Hannah. She is going to LOVE holding her little cousin and loves to look at the pictures. She says "Baby Hannah" perfectly and in her little voice she says, " OOohh, look at Baby Hannah." You know how we all change our voices when we say something like that...she's picked up on that.
(2) We all know my neurotic dislike for animals, especially dogs and cats. As I have already noted, our new place comes with a dog. The owners of the place still come out to their shop and decided to leave Carmen the dog here to run around. Well thankfully Paige did not inherit my dislike and loves the 'puppy.' She loves to go get her treats. This is how it happens: Carmen stands at the door, Paige sees her and goes and opens the door, says, "Hi Puppy!" (with changed voice like she is talking to a baby), closes the door and tries to tell Carmen she'll be right back. Carmen knows and waits. Paige yells, "Tay!" ('ok') runs across the house, opens up the back door, gets a doggy treat and brings it back. Opens the door, throws the treat at Carmen, giggles and then closes the door. Sometimes when we get home she stands there and pats her tummy and says, "Get me Puppy!" Crazy girl, she actually wants the puppy to run around her and lick at her. The best part, it is great bribery - "Paige, do you want to go home and see Puppy?"
(3) When Carmen is off running around at the river or in the trees, Paige becomes devastated that she's not at the door. Jesse taught Paige how to call for the puppy. "Puppy! **Whistle** *Whistle**" Paige obviously doesn't whistle, but like all kids makes a whistle noise in a high-pitched, "woo woo, woo woo"
Well...now she calls her parents like that. "Mama, woo woo, woo woo."
(4) We finally let Paige graduate from her crib to a bed a few months ago. After we go to bed she walks around in the dark and stands outside our door hoping we'll invite her in. We've learned that if we ignore her she'll just go back to her bed. But it is pretty funny to see her standing there in the dark, peeking around the corner at us. One time I followed her back in there and watched her climb up onto her bed, for some reason I just thought it was the cutest thing ever. Little Big Paige climbing into her bed.
(5) Paige, a few months behind most kids her age, has reached the independent stage, "My do it!" She must do everything. It's actually really cute and you know, kids can handle more than we think they can sometimes.
(6) When Paige goes potty on the potty we make a big production and clap and say good job and "Yay, Paige!" She returns the congratulatory behavior when Mama goes potty on the potty. Great to have the encouragement. Now just if I can get her to bring me some M&Ms.
(7) My most favorite thing of all - Paige comes up to me says, "Hi Mama" and then cups my face in her hands and puts her nose to mine and gets this sweet little content smile on her face and then proceeds to run her hands through my hair and caress my face like we do to her because we love her. She gives the best hugs a person could ever want. Being a mommy is most definitely the best thing in the world!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Riverfront Property
It will be sad to leave Missoula, it was fun to get to know the place that I consider to be a mini-Portland in some ways. At the same time, life's new adventures are exciting. I remember that I didn't want to move to Missoula when we did, but the move down here proved to be very beneficial to my resume and to my list of mentors and my list of friends. (I don't really keep a list of friends in a notebook or journal...just to clear the air on that one). It also was very fun for Paige, she loves her little (big) daycare and has some great teachers that we will miss tremendously. And her little friends, Dylan, Hannah (already moved to Chicago though), Kaylee, and River...plus more.
Now moving back to Kalispell is another boost to both of our careers and of course, brings Paige back closer to her Grandpa & Grandma and her Great-Grandma...so I'm sure she'll be delighted for that change (so are we...date nights!).
We're also excited to get back and reconnect with some friends, and Jesse will enjoy reconnecting with some previous clients. For Jesse, this is perfect. For me, this is perfect. Very exciting opportunities for both of us. Why I always stress out so much over change I don't know. I guess that has been brought out as my weakness. That is why I have Jesse to continually remind me that "everything is going to be OK!"
We were so lucky to have a place made available to us to rent without having to go through the whole rental search routine. Even better, now the title of this post makes sense, we are on riverfront property! The view is beautiful, the place is cozy and roomy, and we have a mechanic's hobby shop below us which has proven beneficial to us as I needed a brake job. Another bonus = Walkin Closet in the Master BR.
Never Mind our Neighbors to the North...I wonder what that will be like this summer! I imagine we'll see some bonfires and hear sparkler bombs and see them shooting clay pigeons out of the sky...good ol' Montucky style.
This is the view from our LR window, which will be easy to focus on:
Riverfront Property
Imagine how pretty it will be when the river rises and the trees are green.
And Paige will enjoy our backyard playground! Good thing because we are sad to leave the ultra-kid-friendly Missoula parks.
This is what breakfast looks like when you haven't moved in yet; complete with table decor. We had a very fun little breakfast :)
Best for last...the place comes complete with a dog named Carmen. I have been very nice to her and Paige loves to give her treats. I even petted the dog named Carmen, but got a whiff of my hand afterwards and gagged for 2 minutes and nearly threw up. This will prove to challenge me. Jesse let the dog named Carmen lick Paige on the face today!!!! Nasty. But she is a nice dog and doesn't sniff around all annoyingly. Her name should be Tom though, she spends quite abit of time looking through our window.
Now moving back to Kalispell is another boost to both of our careers and of course, brings Paige back closer to her Grandpa & Grandma and her Great-Grandma...so I'm sure she'll be delighted for that change (so are we...date nights!).
We're also excited to get back and reconnect with some friends, and Jesse will enjoy reconnecting with some previous clients. For Jesse, this is perfect. For me, this is perfect. Very exciting opportunities for both of us. Why I always stress out so much over change I don't know. I guess that has been brought out as my weakness. That is why I have Jesse to continually remind me that "everything is going to be OK!"
We were so lucky to have a place made available to us to rent without having to go through the whole rental search routine. Even better, now the title of this post makes sense, we are on riverfront property! The view is beautiful, the place is cozy and roomy, and we have a mechanic's hobby shop below us which has proven beneficial to us as I needed a brake job. Another bonus = Walkin Closet in the Master BR.
Never Mind our Neighbors to the North...I wonder what that will be like this summer! I imagine we'll see some bonfires and hear sparkler bombs and see them shooting clay pigeons out of the sky...good ol' Montucky style.
This is the view from our LR window, which will be easy to focus on:
Riverfront Property
Imagine how pretty it will be when the river rises and the trees are green.
And Paige will enjoy our backyard playground! Good thing because we are sad to leave the ultra-kid-friendly Missoula parks.
This is what breakfast looks like when you haven't moved in yet; complete with table decor. We had a very fun little breakfast :)
Best for last...the place comes complete with a dog named Carmen. I have been very nice to her and Paige loves to give her treats. I even petted the dog named Carmen, but got a whiff of my hand afterwards and gagged for 2 minutes and nearly threw up. This will prove to challenge me. Jesse let the dog named Carmen lick Paige on the face today!!!! Nasty. But she is a nice dog and doesn't sniff around all annoyingly. Her name should be Tom though, she spends quite abit of time looking through our window.
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