... that making resolutions in January is a baaaad idea. Why decide to change your behavior/habits/life when you're coming off a holiday high and heading straight into the winter blues? If you're like me this is the time of year when most, if not all, motivation to get things done seriously starts to wane. I'm definitely at my laziest in January and February. It is for this reason that I would like to propose a change in policy. Let's make resolutions in the springtime. It's a good time, right? The earth is renewing and awakening from it's winter's sleep. Animals are birthing the next generation. I'm getting my motivation back. Spring seems a far more appropriate time to vow to make a new start.
With that said, here are my Spring Resolutions:
1. To be more positive (i believe i mentioned the need for this in a previous post)
2. To follow through with my "good" ideas. I think up a great many good things to do, for other people and in general, but I rarely follow through. --I'd probably be a horrible golfer. Isn't that where you need a good follow through? Am I mixing my sports again?
3. To take more pictures. I've recently realized the value of pictures because I love seeing pics of my husband as a kid and of his father, whom I've never met. Pictures and videos give you a connection to people and a small look into who they are as a person.
4. To put down a treat if the taste is not worth the calories. For some of you this may seem simple, but many is the time I've finished a fluffy treat simply because I started it, NOT because it was worth the caloric intake.
I probably won't keep you updated on how I do with these resolutions, because, let's be honest, do you really care? Do I really care to let you know? Probably not on both counts.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
i'm trying to be more organized with this baby and i would like to send out announcements upon her arrival (or soon thereafter), but need addresses. if you have my email please send me your mailing address--unless you have no desire to know about the arrival, looks, and basic stats of child-in-the-womb.
xoxo,
j
ps- yes, i realize i never sent announcements for H. and yes, i've already set aside a fund specifically for the therapy he will require in later years due to this (and other) facts.
xoxo,
j
ps- yes, i realize i never sent announcements for H. and yes, i've already set aside a fund specifically for the therapy he will require in later years due to this (and other) facts.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
He may very well be a "Sensi"
My child may indeed be a "sensi". That's a "sensitive guy" for those of you who don't watch Scrubs. Let me give you a little background info.
For the past several days the poor kid has had a bout with diarrhea. While not a pleasant subject to post about, the info relates to the story. ... he's had this horrible affliction and consequently has also had a rather raw derriere. This morning I was changing his diaper (diaper #2 of the horrible stuff in about 15 minutes) and he was crying and screaming and carrying on because it hurt so much just to wipe away the offending ______.
He was crying and then I started crying (I'm claiming hormones here) because I could tell that it hurt so much and I didn't know what to do and I was tired of changing these crappy things and setting clothes to soak and I'd pretty much just had it. I picked him up--still diaper-less, but clean--and held him while we both cried. Then he stopped crying and said, "Mama?" and I said, through tears, "What sweetie?" and he turned to face me, grabbed both cheeks in his little hands and planted a big kiss on my lips then hugged me again. Needless to say, my heart was warmed and I was able to get through the rest of the day.
aaaah.
I know, right? How cute and sensitive is this kid?
PS- sorry that the past two posts have been "potty" related. my mother would NOT be proud.
For the past several days the poor kid has had a bout with diarrhea. While not a pleasant subject to post about, the info relates to the story. ... he's had this horrible affliction and consequently has also had a rather raw derriere. This morning I was changing his diaper (diaper #2 of the horrible stuff in about 15 minutes) and he was crying and screaming and carrying on because it hurt so much just to wipe away the offending ______.
He was crying and then I started crying (I'm claiming hormones here) because I could tell that it hurt so much and I didn't know what to do and I was tired of changing these crappy things and setting clothes to soak and I'd pretty much just had it. I picked him up--still diaper-less, but clean--and held him while we both cried. Then he stopped crying and said, "Mama?" and I said, through tears, "What sweetie?" and he turned to face me, grabbed both cheeks in his little hands and planted a big kiss on my lips then hugged me again. Needless to say, my heart was warmed and I was able to get through the rest of the day.
aaaah.
I know, right? How cute and sensitive is this kid?
PS- sorry that the past two posts have been "potty" related. my mother would NOT be proud.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Not Necessarily Worth Posting
I was driving the other day and saw a truck with "1-800-toilets" painted on it's exterior. I'm assuming it was a port-o-potty company but thought to myself that some other type of company with the same name might be kind o' interesting. For example what if it were a hot line you could call to find the nearest restroom when you were in need?
Scenario: You are in Disneyland or some other massive public place and you realize that you not only need to use the facilities but you also have no idea where to find such a place. Quickly, you dial 1-800-Toilets and, with the use of modern technology, the operator is able to tell you the exact location of the nearest potty.
Maybe I'm only thinking this way because I have a child sitting on my bladder 24/7, but I do believe there could be some money in this idea.
Scenario: You are in Disneyland or some other massive public place and you realize that you not only need to use the facilities but you also have no idea where to find such a place. Quickly, you dial 1-800-Toilets and, with the use of modern technology, the operator is able to tell you the exact location of the nearest potty.
Maybe I'm only thinking this way because I have a child sitting on my bladder 24/7, but I do believe there could be some money in this idea.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Last night we experienced a bit of excitement in the neighborhood. Our across the street neighbors were having their weekly (sometimes bi and tri weekly) party. We knew it was going on because you could hear the constant slamming of car doors and adolescent laughter and because we're nosy and watched them out our window.
At around 10:30pm we noticed many a teen leaving the house with beer in hand. There are few things that make one feel safe on the roads but knowing there are barely post-pubescent people behind the wheel with both a cell phone and an alcoholic beverage is definitely one of them. Anywho, we'd had enough and, after talking with our next door neighbor (who'd also had enough), we decided to call the PO-lice. Dun dun dun... We then turned off all our lights and settled down in the office to watch the happenings. B even got out his binoculars.
At 11pm the police arrived and a very inebriated girl who'd been standing in the driveway ran in to tell those in the house about the uninvited guests. B and I laughed as we watched them turn off all the lights in the house, as if the 30+ cars parked on the street would not be a bit of a give away as to what was going on. The police talked to the girl outside, she'd become quite hysterical, and then tried to enter the house. The silly children would not let them in. For 20 minutes the cops were trying to gain access to the home but no one would open up. Two young men finally came out and began "chatting" with the officers (there were now probably 4 cops with 4 more to show up in the next few minutes). I suppose the guys were getting mouthy because they were cuffed and such. Finally the police got in and, I don't know what was said, but they let everyone go and we watched in amazement as close 50/60 kids streamed out of the house. Funny thing is no one claimed to live in the house. Then the officers made a search and came out with some booze and 3 very large bongs. aah, kids.
B talked to the police and they said that they would contact the owner of the house and let her know what was going on and tell her the kids needed to be out by the end of the week or she could face a $50 fine for every time the police were called (or something like that). Long story short, too late, I think we may be rid of the frat house across the street. WOO WOO.
PS- I'm taking a stand. I don't think "woo woo" should be spelled with a "t" at the end. Nobody says the letter when they say the word and who ever heard of a silent "t"?
the end.
At around 10:30pm we noticed many a teen leaving the house with beer in hand. There are few things that make one feel safe on the roads but knowing there are barely post-pubescent people behind the wheel with both a cell phone and an alcoholic beverage is definitely one of them. Anywho, we'd had enough and, after talking with our next door neighbor (who'd also had enough), we decided to call the PO-lice. Dun dun dun... We then turned off all our lights and settled down in the office to watch the happenings. B even got out his binoculars.
At 11pm the police arrived and a very inebriated girl who'd been standing in the driveway ran in to tell those in the house about the uninvited guests. B and I laughed as we watched them turn off all the lights in the house, as if the 30+ cars parked on the street would not be a bit of a give away as to what was going on. The police talked to the girl outside, she'd become quite hysterical, and then tried to enter the house. The silly children would not let them in. For 20 minutes the cops were trying to gain access to the home but no one would open up. Two young men finally came out and began "chatting" with the officers (there were now probably 4 cops with 4 more to show up in the next few minutes). I suppose the guys were getting mouthy because they were cuffed and such. Finally the police got in and, I don't know what was said, but they let everyone go and we watched in amazement as close 50/60 kids streamed out of the house. Funny thing is no one claimed to live in the house. Then the officers made a search and came out with some booze and 3 very large bongs. aah, kids.
B talked to the police and they said that they would contact the owner of the house and let her know what was going on and tell her the kids needed to be out by the end of the week or she could face a $50 fine for every time the police were called (or something like that). Long story short, too late, I think we may be rid of the frat house across the street. WOO WOO.
PS- I'm taking a stand. I don't think "woo woo" should be spelled with a "t" at the end. Nobody says the letter when they say the word and who ever heard of a silent "t"?
the end.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Updates:
Hayden is now walking holding only one hand (by choice--if you offer him both your hands he will only accept one) and walking between furniture items. We expect him to just take off any day now. Any day. Any day would be fine. I'm really wanting to start potty training him in the next couple of weeks (if Tad can do it, H can do it!), but I would prefer he were walking. I'm not worried about communicating the fact that he needs to go... he's got the sign for "potty" down pat AND he even knows where it is he's supposed to go. Honestly, is there anyone smarter? ha ha
Little Baby o' the Womb is still growing and having a heart beat and stuff, so that's good. She is due in 7.5 weeks. Where hath the time gone?!?
B is working and I am project-ing and that is pretty much it.
"Boring, " You say.
Well, yes I suppose it is. Welcome to February.
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