Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Parenthood. File this under WTF?!!?

Leta's nose has been getting crustier and crustier. The last couple of days I swore I could smell something awful coming from her nose, but I thought maybe it was her breath, who knows. This morning after she brushed her teeth I caught a wiff of it again. It wasn't her breath. It was her nose. I looked in her nose which was totally gross and boogery and thought I could see some sort of blockage deep down, but Leta was being too giggly and squirmy and I thought maybe it's just boogers. I tackled her and sprayed saline mist up her nose to try and loosen things up a bit. I also tried to massage her nose a little bit.

Fast forward to a half hour ago. I can't remember why I was chasing Leta around, but she was on the couch when I tackled her once again, and she was laughing so hard that something shot out of her nose. It was pink and it landed on her shirt. I scrambled to find it--it was a pink pom-pom ball, like for making fuzzy cutesy things with googly eyes, all covered in boogers and slime. GROSS.

I could not impress upon her the seriousness of the situation. All the could-haves in the world just do not have an effect on her. She just laughed and laughed.

It reminded me of a story about a guy I know. When he was a tiny tot, he always had to go to bed with a cotton ball. In the morning, the cotton ball would be gone, and no one thought anything of it. One day he started to stink. Long story short, he went to the doctor and apparently he had filled his nasal cavity with cotton balls and they were starting to fester. Ewww! I love that story.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I like closed captioning

When I'm doing something noisy like rowing, I like to turn on the CC on tv. Then, it's hard for me to turn it off. I like reading what people are saying while I listen to what they are saying. It enhances the whole experience for me. It's so easy. When I turn it off, at least for a little while, it's like they could be speaking Chinese because I can't understand it. So I don't turn it off. I leave it on and enjoy it as long as possible. I know that Jason will make fun of me and make sure I know how easy it is to turn it off... But anyway... That's my secret of the day. I like closed captioning.

Tuesday is so Yellow.

But it's sort of a dreary yellow. It's more of the same. It's day two.

Today I fed Cullen cereal again, only this time he didn't spill a drop. He was serious about getting it all in his belly.

Last night I went out for coffee with my friend, Laura, who also has a new-ish born baby. It was just what we both needed, I think. I lost at Chess (surprise)...

Today I rowed, as I did not have opportunity to run and tonight is supposed to be COLD.

So, nothing too interesting to say on a Tuesday... Just saying hi. Hi, internet.

Monday, February 25, 2008

I made up a song!

It's the getting dressed for bed song. I made it up right before I almost exploded with deep crimson rage. It wasn't easy, but I said, self, you know what to do to turn this situation around, so just do it, instead of having a meltdown. I should probably tell you that I always maintain the appearance of domestic harmony and poise... Yep... Since you might not know that about me and actually think I am some lunatic who is constantly flying off the handle.

Anyway, Guess what else!

Remember how I was telling you about the conversation with my doctor about starting solids for Cullen? No? Umm. Okay, so the doctor was saying blah blah can start solids anytime yadda yadda, and I said I wasn't too anxious to start because I actually have to wash the poo from the diapers, and he said well don't worry because Cullen is obviously doing just fine eating only breastmilk.

Well, tonight I decided, what the hell... Why not give him some rice+breastmilk? (Don't answer that) So I whipped some up and OH my god, my little piglet was in piglet heaven. He could not get enough. All it took was one bite and then he was pushing old ladies and women with babies out of the way to get to the food. He was obviously still starving so I nursed him afterwards... He'll probably sleep until noon tomorrow. ;)


I guess I was a little cocky last night about not being all that sore (a conversation I had with Jason). This morning my shins hurt and my uh...muscles around the hip area are super sore.

The kids have been "getting dressed" for the last hour. I could do the easy thing, which is go help them, but then I would be doing something for them that they know how to do, and that isn't something I want to do.

Well, at least the morning is almost over.

I started putting ALL the kids to bed at 7. They still wake up at the same time.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

I did it again!

Be prepared to hear about it every single time for a while now. So far my hips are the most sore. My feet feel good. My shins feel a little sore.

I was never athletic in the least. As a kid I was gangly and uncoordinated, fair skinned, and better suited for sitting in the shade drawing, writing, reading... When I got a bit older I sat in the shade chainsmoking and being a slacker with my slacker friends. Of course I was thin, and I walked everywhere (not by choice) so exercise on purpose just seemed crazy. Doing anything remotely healthy seemed crazy to me, I guess.

So anyway, yay me, I'm going to watch Dead Man now. Yay Johnny Depp!

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Hot Date

We went to Takumi for dinner last night. The food was superb. Jason and I split a large Sake and it was the most perfect warm, chatty buzz. We were seated right away and dinner came very fast. I gobbled mine in a completely un-lady-like fashion and won the eating contest I thought we were having.
As we were leaving, we realized it was only 9pm! So I called my mom to see how things were going and see if we should go to the bookstore... She said everything was great and told us to have fun.

Of course, I could not remember that I wanted The Medical Science of House, M.D., so I got a book on baby sign language and a new Moleskine for watercolor. Jason got a photography related book.

It was a great night. I'm really glad we got to have a little couple time away from home.

I did it.

I was feeling pretty wussy about running after an icy stroll with the family by Olbrich Gardens today. However, upon returning home I was inspired by my great looking neighbor who was just returning home from a jog. Yes, people do go jogging in this. Healthy people, like my neighbor.

Anyway, I wore Jason's old running gear, which looked kind of silly, but I'm not one of those "I'm going to go ahead and spend a couple hundred dollars on running gear because then I will totally be a runner" kinds of people... I followed the proper procedure. Our street is covered with ice but that's okay because I was starting out walking anyway, and by the time I got to a non-ice covered street, five minutes of warming up was over and it was time to pick up the pace.

So after my first time out, I am doing... Okay.

My feet feel fine. My knees feel fine. My hips... they might be a problem. I have this sort of pinching pain in my right hip and it kind of feels wrong on both sides and in the general groin area, especially on the right side. It's not terrible, and may be because the muscles around there are weak and it will get better, but I am looking for helpful tips. My hips have been giving me trouble for a while. I wonder if the exercises I did during pregnancy will help with this. Maybe I should get one of those exercise balls. Because we don't have enough bulky stuff taking up space around here.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Quick Updatey Goodness

Cullen is 17+ lbs. I don't remember the oz. and they didn't write it down for me! The doctor showed me, though, that he is around 95th percentile all around. He is 27 inches. I spent a lot of time talking to the doctor about ME I guess.

So, I'm to start jogging. And I'm to take time every day to be by myself and do nothing. Ha! I will try...

Cullen is a total crab, of course, because he got shots. My mom is here to babysit so we can have dinner. I guess we're going to go do that. Yep.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Everybody's talkin' 'bout...

Mina: Food that is healthy, how old everyone is, how old they were when Mina was a baby, what babies do, if Cullen likes her, what people are allergic to...

Leta: Jack, what Jack said, her horses, the camera she wants, how she loves wheat, what Cullen said, how she's right and you're not right...

Cullen: A-GAAGHGHA! BVBVBVBVBVTHH! *drooooool*

It's kind of funny that Leta gets into arguments with Cullen. She says, "Whaaat? Oh CULLEN... No, no no... You can't eat cars! Silly! ... What's that? No Cullen, you're not right..." Then she'll turn to me and say, "Cullen said that he could eat a car!"

Amy Sedaris was on Letterman last night and Jason and I thought she was a lot like Leta, and maybe Leta would grow up to be like Amy Sedaris. Especially when she was talking about the imaginary monkey, Pockets, that she had for a couple of years. She said she really wanted a monkey but thought she should have an imaginary one first to see how that goes. I was laughing pretty hard. Oh, Amy...

What's so Gruesome About Thursday?

Every Thursday I think about that part in Breakfast At Tiffany's...

The last few days have really flown by. Now look, it's practically Friday. Tomorrow is a big day, and I'll tell you all about it this weekend when I don't have anything else to do.

We've had the rowing machine out all week, so I've been getting up, taking vitamins and drinking water, and rowing. It's easy to do because I've chosen a totally wimpy workout--2000 meters. But, I set the tension higher. Boring subject...moving on...

Well, Cullen is awake now and I still have this basket of laundry to put away. What a lame post! The next one will be awesome, I promise!

Monday, February 18, 2008

Nothing I can't handle!

1. Discovered Leta in the bedroom painting (on paper--one spot on rug--minimal damage)
2. Discovered Mina in the bathroom putting toothpaste on the toilet paper roll
3. The usual difficulties putting pajamas on and getting ready for bed

I made it through the evening, even with these challenges, without panicking, without hyperventilating, without wishing I didn't have The Older Two, without yelling, without running off to a corner to cry for a minute, without threatening anyone, without angrily putting them in time outs. I was fine! I talked to them, and I didn't get angry and they weren't imps who thrive on punishment.

This is a great improvement. I hope this is the start of things looking up and not just a fluke. I wonder if the vitamins are helping. Hey! Maybe I'm a scientologist!*

*I'm not

Friday, February 15, 2008

Happy Anniversary

Here's to another wild year with the man of my dreams. I love you, Jason!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Baby Love

I was thinking, today, about the day we went to the E.R. when I was pregnant with Cullen. I remember that I was 16 weeks along and I felt so accomplished, and that I had just passed the point where I no longer had to worry much about miscarriage...

I volunteered for an ultrasound clinic the day before. I got to see my baby blissfully wiggling around in there for a couple of hours, and found out he was a BOY. I remember telling Laura that I felt like I could start to think of him as my baby and get sentimental and all that.

And then... I got up in the morning, walked into the livingroom, and felt a gush. I thought I was peeing in my pants and ran to the bathroom. I wasn't peeing in my pants. I was horrified to find that it was blood. I started yelling "Oh shit oh shit!" and crying, and Jason asked what was going on and I said we needed to go to the E.R.

I was mostly thinking about when I was on the bed and the E.R. doctor had checked me out. He said my cervix looked like it was starting to dilate. Then, and this is the part that gets me--he put his hand on my shoulder and had that look in his eyes. He said, "I'm sorry, but this is probably the beginning of a miscarriage."

I turned my head toward the wall and just started to cry that sort of silent cry when you're so choked up that no sound can escape you. The nurse said she would go get my husband.

Jason and the girls held my arm/hand as they wheeled me in to get an ultrasound. I remember being so incredibly heartbroken as I watched him on ultrasound, unaware, healthy, happy. Everything going so right with him...he was perfect. I remember thinking that he's perfect and being so mad that something like this could happen.

Well, it turned out that my cervix probably wasn't dilating, but I was bleeding because the edge of the placenta had separated just a little. I was told not to do anything I didn't have to do, but that I didn't have to lay in bed--"modified bedrest"... No more rowing! No more walks. No more carrying children or laundry baskets... that sort of thing. Plenty of sitting around.

I remember wondering when I would stop feeling like I was walking on eggshells. Every time I bumped my belly in the slightest bit, I thought...OH no...I'm so sorry, baby...

And then, he was born. We did it. Man. What a great day. A beautiful baby boy, all mine...

I feel so much love when I look at him. Every time he wakes up and I peer over the edge of the crib, he gives me a drooly, bubbly gummy grin and he makes me laugh. I love taking off his onesie because he laughs every time. His arms are really ticklish and then I get to see his shoulder chub, and then I just have to gobble his shoulders.

Today I had him sitting up on the couch with me and the girls were showing him all of their toys. I just sat there and watched and felt like it was the happiest moment of my life.

A lot of this parenting stuff is so hard to figure out, and then you have two people trying to figure it out, and a million different ways of doing things, and you have to meet in the middle somewhere... There are so many moments when I think, "What the hell am I DOING???" but then there will be that one golden moment... that one success... Wow, does that ever feel good.

I'm trying to figure out how to wrap this one up. I don't know. I just wanted to write about those things, because I didn't really before, and I finally just sat and thought about it today so I thought it was time to write about it.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Art & Skin

I posted my new painting on the art blog.

I didn't have any coffee today in an effort to fight off the rosacea demons. The skin tingling and redness are back and they are badder than ever. Firefox thinks I'm spelling "rosacea" wrong, but I swear I'm not! I still have to check. Every. Single. Time. I think it's the daily combo of coffee and beer that is killing my complexion but I only have a few of these yummy beers from Chelsea and Paul left so maybe I'll just have one right now..........

Laura, my knees are screaming in protest when I just think about running. They've been making that crunching sound lately. Perhaps I'll take Jason's advice and talk to a doctor about it first.

Friday, February 08, 2008

How to Purl, How to Run

The purl stitch is the opposite of the knit stitch. Knit, purl, knit, purl. Makes it look nice. Instead of coming through the loop with your right needle from the bottom, it's from the top. Hmm, that probably doesn't translate well. How about this: how to purl.

I might try running again. Maybe it won't kill my knees if I follow these rules:

Week One:
Always Warm up. Walk five minutes, jog three minutes. Repeat three times. Do this three times the first week.

Week Two:
Walk four minutes, jog four minutes. Repeat three times. Do three sessions week two.

Week Three:
Walk three minutes, jog four minutes. Repeat four times. Four sessions in week three.

Week Four: Walk two minutes, jog five minutes. Repeat four times. Four sessions in week four.

Week Five: Walk two minutes, jog eight minutes. Repeat four times.

And so on and so forth. Of course, the ground is covered with ice and snow, so... Hm. Too bad I don't have cross country skis!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Purly Goodness

About once per year I decide I should knit something. Every time, without fail, I can not remember how to purl to save my life. I guess I never knit enough for it to stick in my brain. Most people find knitting to be relaxing, but I find it to be stressful and I end up with high blood pressure and a stiff neck. What's that you say? Perhaps I should not knit?
You're right. I need to go to bed, anyway.

Monday, February 04, 2008


Of course there is a band-aid in this basket of freshly laundered clothing. Why wouldn't there be?

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Le Week-end

I don't really feel too "posty" right now and I think it's because I spent time talking to Stephanie this weekend about a lot of the goofy stuff on my mind.

We drove up to Appleton so that the girls could spend time with Grandma while we went to our friend Chelsea's baby shower in Amherst. I had such a good time laughing with Stephanie that Leta actually told us to stop laughing because she was trying to sleep.

The shower was at Chelsea's husband's brewery, Central Waters Brewing Company, and I enjoyed taking pictures of the place. I kind of forgot to take pictures of people. Oops! I got a couple of Chelsea, who is incredibly adorable, but no pictures of the party.

It was a great time. I think I came away richer than she did though because she just got baby stuff--I got a case of beer and a t-shirt! ;) I will have to think of a way to make it up...