That frog was a gift to Sebastian from one of his co-workers. Sweet.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Run, Forest! Run?
My training partner has ditched me. It was a polite holiday ditch. Like, it's the holidays and we'll meet back up. but, we haven't met back up. And now I'm like the stalker training partner that calls twice a day when running is convenient for me, and I get voice-mail.
Now before everyone gets mad at Bonnie, she does have a newborn at home. But call me, Bonnie. Update me. Don't stand me up, Bonnie. That just makes me an insecure runner.
Maybe it's because I'm a talker. I talk when we run. I talk about whatever. She "listens". (She really doesn't listen). But, I get to talk. Today, I tried to talk to someone next to me at the gym and I think they played deaf on me. I don't know.
At this point, I'll be lucky to run a half marathon by April.
Woe is me.
Now before everyone gets mad at Bonnie, she does have a newborn at home. But call me, Bonnie. Update me. Don't stand me up, Bonnie. That just makes me an insecure runner.
Maybe it's because I'm a talker. I talk when we run. I talk about whatever. She "listens". (She really doesn't listen). But, I get to talk. Today, I tried to talk to someone next to me at the gym and I think they played deaf on me. I don't know.
At this point, I'll be lucky to run a half marathon by April.
Woe is me.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
I'm In
So, I got the e-mail.
And all I can say is my first thought was, Oh no. MoBloPo.
And then the fighter in me came out. And I like a challenge. And I'm probably just insane. But I read from Emily's blog that I get a day off. I don't even get a day off from mommy-land, so how hard could this be?
...In 40 days I'll probably be singing, "They're coming to take me away, ha-ha. They're coming to take me away."
And I've been on a lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy break since school has been out. I told y'all I'm no good when I'm not doing a hundred things at once. It's really sad. And so are my piles of laundry...
And all I can say is my first thought was, Oh no. MoBloPo.
And then the fighter in me came out. And I like a challenge. And I'm probably just insane. But I read from Emily's blog that I get a day off. I don't even get a day off from mommy-land, so how hard could this be?
...In 40 days I'll probably be singing, "They're coming to take me away, ha-ha. They're coming to take me away."
And I've been on a lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy break since school has been out. I told y'all I'm no good when I'm not doing a hundred things at once. It's really sad. And so are my piles of laundry...
Monday, December 17, 2007
I Will Gladly Pay You Tuesday For Some Help With Kids Today
This morning I got to take all the boys to the doctor's office. *Please pity the fool.* Now in all fairness, they were on their very best behavior for about the first 53 minutes in the waiting area. But that amount of time used up all of their cute/well-behaved bunch that was in them.
The natives got restless.
And I made a parenting decision to let them loose. I'm sure the four of us were quite the waiting room show for all the other parents and children waiting to see the doctor. And we'll be making an appearance again in two weeks for anyone out there wanting an encore.
Once we got moved to our cubicle (exam room), things just went downhill very quickly. I don't know how they fit an exam table in this room, because I defied all that makes sense geometrically when I tried to squeeze the double stroller in there. You may think I am exaggerating, but the place needed only to move vertically to qualify for an elevator. I read stories as long as they would listen. Sebi was a trouper until the doctor came in and he declared, "I'm not sick." This is when pandemonium set in. The doctor and I yelled back and forth at each other over screaming and crying and the intermittent, "No Gabriel. Get down Sebi. Put that back, Gabriel. Sebi, help Gabriel. Where's Pudge?"
I'm sure the doc left on wings of glory. He sent a nurse to administer flu shots. Oh and,
Thank you nurse for asking if I'd like you to send someone in to help me during the last 7 minutes of the 72 spent there. Really, I came home refreshed. (and I'm not so certain whether the "help" was for me or for her...)
The natives got restless.
And I made a parenting decision to let them loose. I'm sure the four of us were quite the waiting room show for all the other parents and children waiting to see the doctor. And we'll be making an appearance again in two weeks for anyone out there wanting an encore.
Once we got moved to our cubicle (exam room), things just went downhill very quickly. I don't know how they fit an exam table in this room, because I defied all that makes sense geometrically when I tried to squeeze the double stroller in there. You may think I am exaggerating, but the place needed only to move vertically to qualify for an elevator. I read stories as long as they would listen. Sebi was a trouper until the doctor came in and he declared, "I'm not sick." This is when pandemonium set in. The doctor and I yelled back and forth at each other over screaming and crying and the intermittent, "No Gabriel. Get down Sebi. Put that back, Gabriel. Sebi, help Gabriel. Where's Pudge?"
I'm sure the doc left on wings of glory. He sent a nurse to administer flu shots. Oh and,
Thank you nurse for asking if I'd like you to send someone in to help me during the last 7 minutes of the 72 spent there. Really, I came home refreshed. (and I'm not so certain whether the "help" was for me or for her...)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Thursday Thirteen
Thought I'd give this a shot in hopes of getting some consistent blogs in leu of the NoMoblopomo.
For those of you unfamiliar with the thursday Thirteen, let me introduce you:
Thirteen Ways To Leave A Lover
1. Hop on the bus, Gus.
2. Make a new plan, Stan.
3. No need to be coy, Roy.
4. Get yourself free.
o.k. those were "borrowed". and there wasn't even 13. So before the copyright nazi's come a knockin' on my door, here is the real thursday thirteen...
Thirteen ways to change a diaper.
1. You don't. You ignore the poopy smell until your spouse notices it. Then spouse changes pamper. NOTE: This is a very smart way to change a pamper. *side note* do not perform this technique if diaper rash is an issue. that's just wrong.
2. Ah, the travel change. Now my first bit of advice would be to linger around until a BM has arrived, and then leave... If you happen to be out and get stuck with the unfortunate diaper change necessity- Do it in the car. The kid's gonna scream. So save the drama for the mama. And anyone else nearby in the parking lot.
3. He's not a chicken. So don't hold the legs like he is. Ever tried it? Might get you somewhere...
4. Cover all bases. And furniture or carpets with either a clean pamper or a changing table-like apparatus. This sounds technical but really, you don't want to clean poop from anywhere besides a behind. Baby butts are cute. Poop on the couch is not.
5. Distraction. Distraction. Distraction.
6. Noggin.
7. Oh, you're out of wipes? And toilet paper? AND paper towels? go natural. or use the coffee filters. Yes, I did that ONCE. And I feel really, really bad.
8. There is no need to change the pamper. Because your angel pooped in the tub.
9. Tag team. This is when they fight back- Legs kicking. Arms flailing. Loud screeching. You're only hope is to huddle up, make a plan, GO TEAM! and conquer. Alcohol works nice after these.
10. For the younger ones. Please make a habit of immediately placing a wippee over genitalia. Especially the males. Trust me. Projectile urine is fascinating only one or two times. See #4.
11. Whistle while you work. Or sing. Emily has a wonderful "poopy pants dance" song that I believe Sony records will be producing in the near never. Love you, Em ;-)
12. Relatives & Friends.
13. Reminisce. Remember meconium? THAT was bad. This is easy.
For those of you unfamiliar with the thursday Thirteen, let me introduce you:
Thirteen Ways To Leave A Lover
1. Hop on the bus, Gus.
2. Make a new plan, Stan.
3. No need to be coy, Roy.
4. Get yourself free.
o.k. those were "borrowed". and there wasn't even 13. So before the copyright nazi's come a knockin' on my door, here is the real thursday thirteen...
Thirteen ways to change a diaper.
1. You don't. You ignore the poopy smell until your spouse notices it. Then spouse changes pamper. NOTE: This is a very smart way to change a pamper. *side note* do not perform this technique if diaper rash is an issue. that's just wrong.
2. Ah, the travel change. Now my first bit of advice would be to linger around until a BM has arrived, and then leave... If you happen to be out and get stuck with the unfortunate diaper change necessity- Do it in the car. The kid's gonna scream. So save the drama for the mama. And anyone else nearby in the parking lot.
3. He's not a chicken. So don't hold the legs like he is. Ever tried it? Might get you somewhere...
4. Cover all bases. And furniture or carpets with either a clean pamper or a changing table-like apparatus. This sounds technical but really, you don't want to clean poop from anywhere besides a behind. Baby butts are cute. Poop on the couch is not.
5. Distraction. Distraction. Distraction.
6. Noggin.
7. Oh, you're out of wipes? And toilet paper? AND paper towels? go natural. or use the coffee filters. Yes, I did that ONCE. And I feel really, really bad.
8. There is no need to change the pamper. Because your angel pooped in the tub.
9. Tag team. This is when they fight back- Legs kicking. Arms flailing. Loud screeching. You're only hope is to huddle up, make a plan, GO TEAM! and conquer. Alcohol works nice after these.
10. For the younger ones. Please make a habit of immediately placing a wippee over genitalia. Especially the males. Trust me. Projectile urine is fascinating only one or two times. See #4.
11. Whistle while you work. Or sing. Emily has a wonderful "poopy pants dance" song that I believe Sony records will be producing in the near never. Love you, Em ;-)
12. Relatives & Friends.
13. Reminisce. Remember meconium? THAT was bad. This is easy.
Monday, December 10, 2007
I Lost Sammy
Who is Sammy? Who. is. Sammy? (Jenny et al. 12/07)
I'll tell you who Sammy is.
*background* Sebi is in a mother's day out program on Tuesdays and Thursdays. His classroom is 'the frogs'. Sammy is a little green puppet frog that each kid gets to take home and take pictures with for a week. Then, Sammy returns to class with pictures of his "adventures" which get tracked in a book for all the kids to enjoy.
So, I am not just crushing the spirit of one child. No. I have a whole damn class to let down also.
And a frog to find...
*no frogs were injured in the writing of this post. only lost.*
Monday, December 3, 2007
Day 1
So, today was our official day 1 of training for the marathon that I WILL RUN 3 days before my next birthday. Now let's all keep in mind that I have no idea what my training entails. Bonnie is in charge of that. I am just supposed to show up and run....jog (at this point).
I will not question her plans, or authority. No. She did the training schedule, she was in the military, and really y'all- if she sets her mind to it, there is no point arguing with Bonnie unless you're in it for the long haul. That kind of arguing is reserved for my husband, and I don't think I've the stamina to foster it up for another relationship.
So, like I said- questioning my plans for the next 18 weeks is just really silly. But,
...I was just wondering why day 1 was only 1 mile. That's all.
***and, I had every intention of taking a day 1 photo, but I forgot my camera what with all the excitement of my memorous day. So I guess it will be a day 2 photo that I will take tomorrow and post***
I will not question her plans, or authority. No. She did the training schedule, she was in the military, and really y'all- if she sets her mind to it, there is no point arguing with Bonnie unless you're in it for the long haul. That kind of arguing is reserved for my husband, and I don't think I've the stamina to foster it up for another relationship.
So, like I said- questioning my plans for the next 18 weeks is just really silly. But,
...I was just wondering why day 1 was only 1 mile. That's all.
***and, I had every intention of taking a day 1 photo, but I forgot my camera what with all the excitement of my memorous day. So I guess it will be a day 2 photo that I will take tomorrow and post***
Sunday, December 2, 2007
"Doggie" "Yes" and "Woof"
If you will please tune your ears to mommy mode, you will clearly hear that my Pudge is repeating either doggie, yes, or woof.
He is very smart.
And he has also taken a liking to Oso (our dog). He will follow him, and Oso is kind enough to stop and let Homer "pet" him. But, I think the only reason that Oso puts up with it is because Homer has also taken a habit of feeding him.
In this clip, he heard the neighbor's dog and was trying to find where it was coming from.
He is very smart.
And he has also taken a liking to Oso (our dog). He will follow him, and Oso is kind enough to stop and let Homer "pet" him. But, I think the only reason that Oso puts up with it is because Homer has also taken a habit of feeding him.
In this clip, he heard the neighbor's dog and was trying to find where it was coming from.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Oh, Why Not
You know, that '30 days of repetition makes a habit' saying may be true. Because here I am. I just couldn't resist.
But y'all will be proud of me. I started studying for my exam on the 5th...TONIGHT. Yes. I made myself a reading schedule, because
But y'all will be proud of me. I started studying for my exam on the 5th...TONIGHT. Yes. I made myself a reading schedule, because
- I want to be a more diligent student
- and I want to stop stressing out the day before/day of my exams
- and I never, ever, EVER want to have to read six chapters in one day again. That blew.
And I am so very proud of myself because I had set aside naptime as my designated reading time. But don't we all know that life happens. Sebi woke up 13 minutes into his nap shrieking. His ear was beat red and he kept yelling, "oouwiee, owiee, auwee?"...oh, to hell with the spelling, y'all get it - ear infection.
My poor angel. So I spent the next 2 hours and 17 minutes holding him and cycling through periods where he would fall asleep for about 10-14 minutes, and then wake up and re-cry the aforementioned phrase. My heart hurt. And so did my shoulders and my back, because I was trying to hold him as upright as possible and as comfortable (for him) as possible. Which, coincidentally for me was the absolute most uncomfortable position I could be in for over 2 hours.
What are you gonna do? He's my child. My first born. Not that I wouldn't do the same for the other two, but you hear where my heart pangs are coming from.
Anyway, so tonight
- after a terribly late dinner at 10:00 (I KNOW!)
- and then getting Sebi to bed by 10:30 (I KNOW!)..*he was up so late because he ended up finally napping until 7:00*, and I just couldn't bear waking him because he looked so peaceful...
- and I needed a break.
So, after ALL that. I read.
The most boring chapter I have ever read in my life. (I'm sure I'll say that again tomorrow) But, I read.
Oh, and Bonnie and I are going to start training for our 1st marathon on Monday.
Weekly Sunday Posts for December '07
Sunday December 4, 2007
Well, it's Christmas time and I have been looking forward to getting out all the Christmas decorations for a whole month. Too bad for me.
In case you didn't catch the whole "we have rats" thing, we have rats. And they got into my Christmas stuff. And I'm in the middle of finals. Well, I will be by the time this posts...So I don't have the time to go through everything and clean and sterilize until after I'm done with school.
I know. Ba-humbug. But it's not the first one to hit this blog this holiday season, so what can I do?
Anyway, Sebastian is winding up the school semester for his holiday break and I know he is looking forward to it.
Sebi is growing so much it amazes me. He now says, 'I love you' uninitiated and it makes me so happy. He often refers to Homer and Gabriel as, "My babies" usually asking, "where are my babies?" He is looking forward to Christmas more than I had anticipated. Just today he told me, "I'm ready now." And I asked, "ready for what?" He answered, "To go to the grocery store to go and get our Christmas tree!" Poor little guy.
Homer and Gabriel are so much fun! I love taking them outside to play. This really is the best way to get Homer off my hip and walking around. He is still very attached to mama. Gabriel, on the other hand, is more active than he ever was, and I'm wondering where he gets all of his energy!
We are looking forward to the weekend and hopefully getting up the tree for my little Sebi.-see y'all next week
Well, it's Christmas time and I have been looking forward to getting out all the Christmas decorations for a whole month. Too bad for me.
In case you didn't catch the whole "we have rats" thing, we have rats. And they got into my Christmas stuff. And I'm in the middle of finals. Well, I will be by the time this posts...So I don't have the time to go through everything and clean and sterilize until after I'm done with school.
I know. Ba-humbug. But it's not the first one to hit this blog this holiday season, so what can I do?
Anyway, Sebastian is winding up the school semester for his holiday break and I know he is looking forward to it.
Sebi is growing so much it amazes me. He now says, 'I love you' uninitiated and it makes me so happy. He often refers to Homer and Gabriel as, "My babies" usually asking, "where are my babies?" He is looking forward to Christmas more than I had anticipated. Just today he told me, "I'm ready now." And I asked, "ready for what?" He answered, "To go to the grocery store to go and get our Christmas tree!" Poor little guy.
Homer and Gabriel are so much fun! I love taking them outside to play. This really is the best way to get Homer off my hip and walking around. He is still very attached to mama. Gabriel, on the other hand, is more active than he ever was, and I'm wondering where he gets all of his energy!
We are looking forward to the weekend and hopefully getting up the tree for my little Sebi.-see y'all next week
And in Other News (December Addition)
And In Other News...
Homer has ANOTHER ear infection. I saw it creeping up this afternoon at around 12:30 when he kept swapping at his right ear. By 1:15, he was a mess.
I scheduled an appointment for him and Gabriel tonight at 5:50. I'll have left for class long before then.
Good luck with that, babe.
And In Other News...
O.k., this marathon training is no joke. Seriously. I think I ran more miles this week than I did the whole month of November. But,
I AM LOVING IT!
And, Bonnie and I are really dedicated. We had the guts to ask the not-so-friendly gym guy to please restart the movie in the cardio theatre so that we could run and be entertained.We really are taking this training to regions unexplored.
This is a big week for us since we are moving our training to the A.M.
And when I say the A.M., I mean the time before the chickens rise. Yes. We will be at the gym bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:45.
Maybe not so bright-eyed. Or bushy-tailed.
I guess red-eyed and dragging tail may describe us better the first few days...
But, we're all about acclimating.
Homer has ANOTHER ear infection. I saw it creeping up this afternoon at around 12:30 when he kept swapping at his right ear. By 1:15, he was a mess.
I scheduled an appointment for him and Gabriel tonight at 5:50. I'll have left for class long before then.
Good luck with that, babe.
And In Other News...
O.k., this marathon training is no joke. Seriously. I think I ran more miles this week than I did the whole month of November. But,
I AM LOVING IT!
And, Bonnie and I are really dedicated. We had the guts to ask the not-so-friendly gym guy to please restart the movie in the cardio theatre so that we could run and be entertained.We really are taking this training to regions unexplored.
This is a big week for us since we are moving our training to the A.M.
And when I say the A.M., I mean the time before the chickens rise. Yes. We will be at the gym bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:45.
Maybe not so bright-eyed. Or bushy-tailed.
I guess red-eyed and dragging tail may describe us better the first few days...
But, we're all about acclimating.
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