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  • Monday, October 31, 2005

    Happy Halloween!...

    This has to be a short post because I have a ton of stuff I need to do today (at work and at home). I just wanted to wish everyone a safe and happy Halloween! Hubby, Blondie, and I will be taking Jack, Java, and Linus trick-or-treating later. I'm not sure if I'll have time to post something before we go; that's why I'm doing this from work right now.

    I'll take pictures and post them as soon as I can. It's going to be quite a fun evening, I think. I hope yours is also fun. Enjoy!

    Sunday, October 30, 2005

    Walking It Off...

    I just got back from a long walk with Java. We went down the street to our very large park and walked around the whole thing. Then, I took her around the block for good measure. Lately, she's been scratching herself to bits and some of the hair on her back is looking quite nasty. I don't know if she's just bored or what, so I decided I'd wear her out a little today. I don't know why she scratches herself so much; it could be allergies or just plain boredom. I figured she needed something else to think about, so why not give her a variety of smells from the neighborhood.

    Last night, Blondie's dog Linus ate a whole bag of potpourri and proceeded to puke it all up all over the basement. We weren't sure which dog did it, so we smelled them both. Linus smelled like cinnamon; Java did not. So, we deduced that Linus was the culprit. He puked several times, too. He even got sick this morning, so I decided that a walk would not be in his best interest. He needs his rest today.

    I was up at 4:22 a.m. Thank you, fucking Daylight Savings Time. Jack, however, got up an hour later. We fed him breakfast at 6 a.m. and he played until he tuckered out at around 8:30 a.m. Poor little guy doesn't know about Daylight Savings Time yet, so now his schedule is all screwed up. We knew this would happen, though. Now that it's bright and sunny at 6 a.m., it must be playtime. Right? After Jack fell asleep for his much-earlier-than-normal morning nap, Hubby crawled back into bed, as well, since he's got to go to work in a little while. That's when I decided to take Java on an excursion throughout the park, where there wasn't a soul around.

    It's been a good morning, so far.

    Yesterday, my Mom, Blondie, and I went to a bridal shower for Blondie's best friend. It was small and cozy, not over-the-top extravagant and very, very far from home. Punka watched Jack while we were gone. He, naturally, did a great job. When I came home, my mother-in-law called me to tell me that our favorite neighborhood pizza joint had been closed down for an indefinite amount of time, their license suspended. All I could think of was how many times I'd eaten from there and if their license got suspended because the Board of Health came in and investigated. It gave me the heebie-jeebies.

    Today will be a quiet day. It's cool out and sunny. Everyone is content at the moment and I'm just going to sit around and eat my "good" Halloween candy. I can't wait to come home from work tomorrow and walk the dogs and the baby around, seeing how much candy we can actually get for an eight-month-old. I'm also hoping we get some dog treats for the dogs, too.

    Hopefully, the time change doesn't make this day turn into a ghoulish nightmare. It would be fitting for this time of year, wouldn't it?

    Have a great Sunday! And think of Linus whenever you smell cinnamon. I have a feeling he won't be touching any potpourri anytime soon. Hee, hee!

    Saturday, October 29, 2005

    My Favorite Line Is...

    ...from The Eye Book by Dr. Seuss. Obviously, you can tell that my choice of reading material has drastically a really, really good way! Posted by Picasa

    Friday, October 28, 2005

    Five Things...

    I've been tagged by Mamalife. Here goes...


    1. I'm 5'2" tall and I physically take after my Mother. I'm also 1/4 Filipino (my maternal grandfather came here from Manila). That means Baby Jack is 1/8 Filipino.
    2. I've been an English teacher for eleven years. I've been teaching in middle school for the last eight years, but prefer the high school level (I loved the three years I taught it). I'm just too lazy to look for another job.
    3. I can't stand any shade of the color pink. I prefer neutrals and browns.
    4. I hate all bugs, especially when I see a centipede in the shower with me.
    5. I would never, ever wear cowboy boots. They're not comfortable to me.

    I tag whoever wants to take part in this one. Just let me know so I can see your answers. Happy Friday!

    Thursday, October 27, 2005

    Bittersweet For Me, Really...

    I'm happy that it was brought home to Chicago, but I really wish it had been the Cubs. That's all I have to say today. *Sigh*

    Wednesday, October 26, 2005

    And THIS Is News?...

    Of the things I read about today in my favorite source for news...

    *This made me want to get sick.

    *This is something I could care less about.

    *This gives me the feeling that there's a catfight brewing.

    *This caught me off guard. I never would've expected it.

    ...and, last but not least...

    *There's just something very fishy about this.

    Do any of you have any interesting bits of news you'd like to share? Do tell.

    Tuesday, October 25, 2005

    That Accomplished Feeling...

    Today, I stopped putting something off.

    I made two doctor appointments today; one for me and one for Baby Jack. We'll both be going to see our doctors on the same day, but at different times, of course. It can't be made easy, can it? Our appointments will be on Veterans' Day, which is my next day off. Jack's will be at 10 a.m. and mine will be at 1:45 p.m. Did I forget to mention that I picked a new OB/GYN? Instead of going back to the dimwit (without surgical rights) that asked me, "What is a birth plan" I'll be going to the guy who performed my actual C-section with Jack.

    You do realize I made our appointments on the same day on purpose, don't you? Plus, Hubby is off that day, so he'll watch Baby Jack so I can go back to the hospital for my checkup that afternoon, hopefully while Jack is napping. I would prefer if Hubby could go with me, but not if we have to have Jack in tow. He'll need a nap after his shots. Maybe I can get someone to watch him while we go to my doctor appointment. If not, then I'll just go alone, although I'd rather not.

    I would've made my appointment for sooner, but he had no available times for three whole weeks. Yikes! I'll be confirming my pregnancy (duh!) that day and Jack will get his nine-months checkup and shots.

    Although it was just two relatively minor phone calls that I had to make, I do feel somewhat accomplished in doing it. I've been meaning to get around to making these appointments, but just hadn't done it. Today was the day to do it, I guess. And since Jack had to go, I forced myself to call and get a visit in for myself, even though I dread it.

    Believe me, I tried to get both appointments for Halloween, but I couldn't. I would've LOVED to have missed work on that day for those reasons! I'm not looking forward to being in my school's neighborhood on Halloween. You better believe I'm leaving as soon as the bell rings that day. It's the only day of the year I hate eggs.

    SIDENOTE: Baby Jack is being an angel for my Dad right this very minute. I called my Dad and talked to him and he says that everything's been going great...naps, eating, playing, etc. I don't believe it, but then again I do. It figures things would start to look up as I neared the end of my rope. Perhaps it has something to do with Jack passing out without a bedtime feeding at 8 o'clock last night and still being asleep when I left at 7:15 this morning. (Mind you, he was awake for nineteen hours yesterday.) Go figure.

    Monday, October 24, 2005

    Back To Square One...

    I should know better than to say things are going well because the minute I say it, we're back to where we started.

    This will be a short post for many reasons. Baby Jack is not only teething with the wrath of Satan behind him, but suffering from separation anxiety in immense forms. He not only refuses to sleep (day or night), he's refusing to let anyone else sleep, too. Just ask Blondie and the dogs. They're our witnesses.

    I got about three hours of sleep last night and called in sick at work again. I didn't want to, but after last night, it was the best solution for the predicament I was in. I can't function on very little sleep anymore, not just because I'm a Mama, but also because I'm pregnant. I thought I'd be able to catch up today, but to no avail. Baby Jack only took two 45-minute naps and Hubby and I have been zombies all day long. It's not the way I'd wanted the day to be, but Jack's the boss and we do whatever he wishes. If that means we get no sleep, then that's what we get.

    He's got a new tooth to show for this drama he's been putting us through, however. And there's more on the way. Just look inside his mouth or feel around. You'll understand it then. The separation anxiety, however, is throwing us for a loop. He doesn't want to be anywhere we're not, nor does he sleep very long at any given time of day. He's afraid we won't come back or won't be there when he awakens.

    The inconsolable crying is breaking my heart into teeny tiny pieces only another Mother would know about. My methods of comfort aren't working anymore and I just don't know how to get through this with my sanity intact. Hubby and I have called a truce and agreed to no more midnight arguments. Let's see how long that'll work. I'm tired of fighting; tired of not sleeping; tired of being ineffective. I'm against an invisible wall that feels impossible to climb. Without adequate sleep added into the mixture, I'm just a bowl of Jello wiggling about.

    Wish us luck in getting through tonight. I dread going to sleep because I just don't know how long it'll be good for. I'm hoping that tonight we all just collapse from exhaustion and are able to start a brand new day tomorrow, without bags under all of our eyes. There's gotta be a better ending to this nightmare of late. There's just gotta be a rainbow somewhere.

    Sunday, October 23, 2005

    Chicken Soup For My Belly...

    Yesterday, my Mom came over to help me out. Boy, was it a good day! She brought over groceries, dusted my wood furniture with what little Pledge I had left, made chicken soup with Blondie, fixed up my plants, and entertained Baby Jack, too. It was a full, lovely day. She even made me one of my favorite cakes...pumpkin chocolate chip. It was delicious and I'm not sure how long it will actually last. I've already eaten three pieces of it. I was able to get a lot done, too. I swept up all the dog hair on the main floor. It was enough to create a fur coat for another dog or a toupee for a bald man. I also washed my floors and cleaned my bathroom, tub and all. It felt good to be productive. I didn't wear myself out, either. Blondie took care of the basement; Mom did the dusting; and my house is now pretty again. Whew! Once Mom left, Baby Jack was asleep ten minutes later and I was able to lie down for a while. I didn't sleep, but at least I rested my body for about an hour.

    When Mom, Jack, and I were playing on the floor, Jack decided to do some new tricks. He showed us that he can take blocks out of a box. He even put one back in once. And he likes when you roll a ball to him. If you roll it past him, he crawls furiously to get to it. He's able to grab it and put it in his mouth, as well. He showed her his new top left front tooth. It is gigantic, but maybe that's just because he's got such a tiny mouth! And the one next to it will be poking through any time now. No bottom teeth yet, like the books say he's supposed to get first, but we think those will happen soon, too. He just marches to the beat of his own drum. I've said before, there are many ways in which he's not a textbook baby. And my friend, Erin, told me a long time ago that all those books are merely just resources. They don't accurately map out every single baby's development patterns. She's so right about that.

    Jack took a few tumbles while Mom was here, but nothing out of the ordinary for him. No cuts or bruises, just losses of balance. When he was a few months old, I was scared that I'd have to wrap him in bubble wrap because I was afraid of him ever hurting himself. Now, I see him fall down and I don't freak out because I don't want him to freak out. Every time he falls, he looks at us for our reactions. It's as if he's saying, "Okay. What do I do now?" I don't want him to be afraid to fall down. That's how he'll learn how to prevent himself from falling, trial and error. Last night, he took a tumble and managed to put his hand out before his head hit the ground. I clapped and told him that he did a great job. It didn't even faze him. He didn't even realize that he'd actually prevented himself from bonking his head; he just knew I was happy that he caught himself first. Or maybe he just knew I was happy, but he wasn't sure what I was happy about. He didn't cry. That's what matters.

    I guess with little boys, we expect the bumps and bruises and the insane death wish they have. You know the death wish I'm talking about...the one that makes him think he can crawl off the bed and onto the floor without hurting himself...the one that makes the floor the only safe place for him at this point. And even then, the floor is now his means of transportation. He goes everywhere and I mean everywhere. He has no fear. He pulls himself up on everything he sees...chairs, tables, anything with handles. Pretty soon, though, we're going to have to get rid of our vertical blinds in the living and dining rooms and replace them with regular horizontal blinds. The vertical blinds we have now have those loopy attachment thingy-s that he could accidentally choke on, so we're already getting out the measuring tape to see what sizes we need. They'll probably have to be custom-made, but it's worth it. My boy is an active one and we need to make it as safe as possible for him. And now that we've covered all the electrical outlets with those circular plastic things that are pretty much impossible for us to get off, he's not interested in sticking his little fingers in the holes anymore. Go figure. Now if only I could get him to stop trying to use the drawer handles in the kitchen as a step ladder...

    Today, Hubby has to be at work by noon, but he gets out at 5 p.m. Blondie and Linus spent the night at her girlfriend's house in the suburbs and they're going to a birthday party later on today, so I won't see them pretty much all day. Mom will be coming over later, too. I don't really have anything pressing that needs to be done, except for entertaining Baby Jack and making sure he eats and naps. This is the stuff weekends should be made of. Since Jack needs my undivided attention when I'm home, I don't ever bring any work home during the week or even on the weekends, like I used to before I became a Mama. If I can't get it done at work, then I should be managing my time more efficiently while I'm there. That's how I look at it. I don't bring any work home, so I'm doing fine with that. When I'm home, I'm Mama, not Mrs. Eatmisery, the eighth-grade English teacher. And that's the way it's going to be.

    This post turned out to be longer than I thought it would be, but it was a full day yesterday and I'm feeling a little groovy. Yeah, I was up at 6:30 this morning, but I'm used to it. Maybe I'll nap later. Even if I don't, though, I still get relief once Hubby gets home later. And since Mom will be here later on today, I won't have to be alone with my thoughts. My Mom was right when she said that motherhood is a lonely job. I understand what she means now. Five years ago, I wouldn't have.

    Have yourself a great day. It's Sunday, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I can. I have nothing to clean, just one load of laundry. Maybe I'll put on some music and dance around the house with Baby Jack later, after he gets up and eats. He loves music, especially that Charlie Brown song (that's probably because I'm drilling it into his head). I don't think he thinks his name is Charlie Brown when he hears that song, even though I keep telling him he has a Charlie Brown head. By the way, when he says, "Dat," I think he's saying "Jack." Is that not the coolest thing in the world?

    Saturday, October 22, 2005

    This Weekend...

    I was so glad to come home from work yesterday. Two days off in a row may do me some good. A girl can dream, can't she?

    I got home shortly before 3:30 p.m. yesterday to find Blondie cooking up a storm again. She also got me a card that said she wished she could buy me a rainbow on eBay. It was very sweet. Apparently, the kid's been worried about me. Two days in a row, she's cooked beautiful dinners for me. I was pleased, to say the very least. Her thoughtfulness and her willingness to give me a break has shown me how wonderful it is to have someone like her in my life.

    Hubby was also very willing to help out. He was off yesterday and managed to wear Baby Jack out. I guess he read my blog post from two days ago and it brought out the very best in him. He told me that I need to let him take over Jack duties a little more. He also gave me the green light to take off days from work, if I feel I need to. My needs have to come first or it will make it difficult for me to meet Jack's needs, as well. And he's being very supportive. He knows and understands that I'm an emotional wreck and that I need to just let go of the reins sometimes. He held me when I cried. That's all I really wanted at that very moment, too.

    My Mom will be coming over later to help me out. I really need to get the house in order. The floors are full of dog hair and their a bit on the dirty side due to the dogs and everyday wear and tear. It'll be nice to have her keep an eye on Baby Jack so I can clean the main floor of my house. Blondie will take care of the basement and the upstairs never really gets messy, so I don't have to worry about that. It'll be nice to have a clean house and I don't mind doing it, as long as my Jack duties are taken over by someone I trust. Baby Jack loves my Mom; they are great pals. He plants kisses on her all the time and he loves staring into her eyes. They're big and brown and lovely.

    Last night, Blondie skipped school because she needed a break. I know how that feels all to well lately. So, she and I went to Target. I felt the need to spend a little money. I bought Halloween candy, gigantic bras for my gigantic ta-tas, and a hands-free cell phone thingy so I can talk when I'm driving, if I have to. It's against the law to use a cell phone while you're driving in the city of Chicago, so I figured I'd go ahead and get one since it was less than eight bucks. I came home after a little over an hour and I was happier. I got a break; Blondie got a break; and Hubby and Jack were fine.

    Java smells like ass again today, but it's 50 degrees out, so she can't get a bath outside and I'll be damned if she goes in my tub. Thank goodness for baby wipes. I may have to attack her butt with them if she doesn't take care of her business herself. Yeck!

    There's been an outpouring of love and support for me from all of my family members. I'm not as alone as I thought I was. Even my fellow bloggers have written to me, giving me encouragement, assuring me I'm not crazy, sending me virtual hugs, etc. I do not feel as isolated as I did the other day. Some of my friends at work, who know I'm going through a rough patch, have banded together to make my load a little easier for me. I never knew so many people cared enough to take the time to notice what I've been going through. And I feel better. Don't get me wrong; I'm still crying at times, but it feels good to do it. Crying has always given me a release I don't get in other ways. It's my way of letting off steam and it helps. I must be a good person if so many people want to help me. If I were a shitty person, I'm guessing no one would be there for me. So, I feel grateful that I have the support that I do. I am not alone; I am part of many other people's lives. And they love me, even if some of us have never met. Isn't that something?

    I hope this weekend provides me with the break I need, although I'm not holding my breath. Baby Jack got up at 5 a.m. today, but we didn't bring him downstairs until 6 a.m. He ate and played and was back asleep by 8 a.m. I'm hoping that he gets some rest because he needs it. I also felt around in his mouth last night and felt the top left front tooth. It has reared its ugly head, finally. He still, however, has the top right one that's ready to break through any moment. Maybe that's what's been bugging him. He doesn't have any bottom teeth yet, either. My baby is no textbook baby, that's for sure.

    When we put him to sleep last night, I put the cutest jammies on him. I think I'll keep them on him today, as well. They're thermal and he looks like such a little man in them. He's got a perfect little baby body, too.

    I can't count how many times he's fallen in the past 24 hours. He's getting braver and braver these days. He only holds on to things with one hand when he's standing now and he purposely twists his body to grab onto other things, too. He just forgets to move his feet and then falls. It's great to watch him learn new things. Kids grow up so fast. Before you know it, I'll be blogging about skinned knees and potty training. Yeesh.

    I hope your weekend is a good one. I'm hopeful that things will get better over here. They've already started to, so I'm content right now, hormones that make me nuts and all. Thank you for all of your love and support and honesty and encouragement. I don't know if I would've felt better without you. I feel that a part of my burden has been lifted and that's a great relief to me. I don't have to be overwhelmed; I have many people who care about me and are willing to share my load. I don't even know why, but I'm not going to refuse their help, whether it's in my immediate physical world or my online community of friends.

    I am grateful for you from the bottom of my heart. You have no idea.

    Friday, October 21, 2005

    On A Lighter Note...

    Happy Birthday to my wonderful nephew, Bubba, who is four years old today! He's a big boy now and he had a great day, so far. You can read about it here.

    Have a great birthday, Bubba! We love you very, very much!

    Thursday, October 20, 2005

    Hurricane Eatmisery...

    I need to be honest and I need to get this out. I have felt like shit lately. I'm not myself. I haven't even wanted to write about it, really. I just feel like I'm someone else inside my own body. I'm sure part of what I'm feeling is due to my surging pregnancy hormones, which make me feel like a hurricane about to hit land.

    *Baby Jack doesn't like to go to sleep at night, so he keeps us up until he damn well feels like going to sleep. Last night, he stayed up until 12:30 a.m. I'm not happy about it, either, considering I have to get up at 5:40 a.m. Plus, he's teething and it's no picnic.

    *Work sucks. When one person doesn't do what they promise to do, it affects others, who then have to pick up the lazy person's slack. Not fair.

    *I'm worried that I won't be able to give the new baby as much love and attention as I've been able to give Jack, so far. And I'm also scared that I'm going to shortchange Jack on the love and affection once the new baby arrives. I've read that it's normal to feel this way, but I never saw these feelings coming.

    *I feel like I'm falling apart, little by little. My plate is full and it's only made of paper, so everything in my life is sliding off because it's too heavy.

    *I still have that cold. I've had it for at least two weeks and I just can't shake it.

    *I'm terrified they're going to make me have another C-section. I didn't want the first one and I sure as hell don't want another one. Jack will be fifteen months old when the new baby arrives and I'm scared that they're going to rip another baby out of me because it's just so soon since the last one. This is why I'm putting off seeing my new OB/GYN. I don't want to hear this most likely inevitable news.

    *My body is tired, but my mind won't stop. I can't concentrate; I can't sleep; I can't even focus on red lights and stop signs. I know they're there; I just don't care. I still stop for them, but they mean nothing to me. Does this make sense?

    *I love my husband, but I can't stand him right now. I don't even want to get into it. He just doesn't understand.

    *I cry at least once a day for a multitude of reasons. I feel lost, distraught, angry, alone, scared, name it. I feel everything but happy. And Baby Jack only cheers me up for fleeting moments. I've suffered from depression (years before I ever got pregnant) and what I feel right now is a lot like what I felt before. Is it possible to tell the difference between postpartum depression and normal pregnancy hormone surges? I really need it all spelled out for me. I think it's too late to have PPD, but I really don't know. I just keep telling myself that I feel this way because I'm pregnant. I just don't ever remember feeling this bad when I was pregnant with Jack. And don't tell me to go to the doctor. I don't want to yet.

    *If there's anything I dislike about being pregnant, it's all these feelings I'm having. I don't want to go through this part of it again. If being pregnant means I have to be a basket case, I don't know if I'll ever do this again. I just can't take it.

    So, there. It's not everything on my mind, but it's a start. I just needed to be honest with myself and write it down so that maybe, just maybe, it won't cloud up my head so much. I don't feel much better for writing this stuff down, though. I still feel empty, like a coffee cup that's just been spilled all over a white carpet. Does any of this make sense to anyone or am I just going crazy?

    Wednesday, October 19, 2005

    Light Humor...

    Here are some Halloween jokes I thought I'd pass on to you. Enjoy!

    Why did the vampire go to the orthodontist?
    To improve his bite...

    What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?

    Why do witches use brooms to fly on?
    Because vacuum cleaners are too heavy...

    How do witches keep their hair in place while flying?
    With scare spray...

    What do you get when you cross a werewolf and a vampire?
    A fur coat that fangs around your neck...

    Do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?
    No, they eat the fingers separately...

    Why don't skeletons ever go out on the town?
    Because they don't have any body to go out with...

    What do ghosts add to their morning cereal?

    What is a vampire's favorite sport?

    What is a vampire's favorite holiday?

    What would a monster's psychiatrist be called?

    What did one ghost say to the other ghost?
    "Do you believe in people?"

    What do you call someone who puts poison in a person's corn flakes?
    A cereal killer...

    Why do mummies have trouble keeping friends?
    They're so wrapped up in themselves...

    What kind of streets do zombies like the best?
    Dead ends...

    What does the Papa ghost say to his family when driving?
    Fasten your sheet belts...

    What is a vampire's favorite mode of transportation?
    A blood vessel...

    What is a ghost's favorite mode of transportation?
    A scareplane...

    What type of dog do vampires like the best?

    What is a ghoul's favorite flavor?

    What does a vampire never order at a restaurant?
    A stake sandwich...

    What is a skeleton's favorite musical instrument?
    A trombone...

    What do birds give out on Halloween night?

    Why do vampires need mouthwash?
    They have bat breath...

    What's a vampire's favorite fast food?
    A guy with very high blood pressure...

    Why did the vampire subscribe to the Wall Street Journal?
    He heard it had great circulation...

    Is that enough for you? I thought so.

    Tuesday, October 18, 2005

    Happy Birthday, Blondie!...

    Today is the 22nd birthday of my niece, Blondie! WOO-HOO! I can't believe she's this old now. I remember when she was just a little baby, poking the top of my hand with her thumb repeatedly, leaving teeny tiny bruises on me. Gosh, does time really go by that fast?

    Happy Birthday, Blondie! Every single day you're in our lives is a very special day for all of us. We love you!

    Monday, October 17, 2005

    I'm Spent...

    Remember what I said about those tender mother/son moments in yesterday's post? Well, last night wasn't one of them.

    Baby Jack went to bed at 9:15 p.m. last night and decided he was going to be wide awake at 1:22 a.m. He didn't even wind up going back to sleep again until 5 a.m. Hubby and I were up the entire night with him. I knew once three o'clock rolled around, I'd be in no shape to go to work. And I wasn't feeling guilty about calling in this morning one bit, considering I'd be rolling out of bed at 5:30 a.m. on very little sleep. After all, I am pregnant, I do still have this nasty congestion that just won't clear itself up, and I need my sleep. Hubby and I were wide awake, yelling at each other in the middle of the night (scaring Blondie in the basement), so I felt physically and emotionally exhausted this morning. And after the baby got to sleep at 5 a.m., he still wound up getting up at 7:15 this morning. He didn't drink much of his bottle and fell back asleep at 7:45 a.m., only to get back up again at 8:30 for another round of "How Do You Like Me Now?" I am, for lack of a better word, spent.

    It's Hubby's day off and he's out running errands right now. Jack went down for his morning nap at 11:30 a.m., so I'm blogging right now before I hit the hay. It's raining; it's dark; and a nap is calling me. I just hope Baby Jack sleeps long enough for me to be able to get some quality shut-eye in, as well.

    In all of his night-waking moments, this one was, by far, the longest and worst episode we've ever had with him. I'm praying (HA!) that it had something to do with his teething. He's been congested lately, too. Thank goodness for booger sucker thingamajigs.

    Now, if you'll excuse me, I must keep my eyelids open long enough to make it to the bed. G'night!

    P.S. Java smells like ass today, too. Can this day get any worse?

    Sunday, October 16, 2005

    This Is What It's All About...

    Yesterday, Baby Jack and I shared a tender mother/son moment. It was just before his afternoon nap (which only lasted a half hour, by the way, thanks to barking Java). We were sitting on the living room couch, semi-reclined across it, looking out the front window of our house. We were just looking at the clouds, the trees, the get the picture. Every so often, he would look back up at me, either to make sure I was still there or to just give me a cute smile. It took all my energy to NOT squeeze him so hard out of love that I'd break a few of his ribs. And he kept doing it. He'd speak his language, Jackanese, as I'd name all the things he was seeing out the window, and he'd just keep on talking. He was lying on his back on top of me, taking in all of the sights and just watching the people and the cars and the birds, etc.

    It was right then and there that I knew what Motherhood was all about. I felt like all the emotions and feelings I have for my son were all wrapped up in this one moment of clarity. Looking into his eyes, I saw every dream I've ever had, every ounce of love I could ever feel, every important part of life...and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd never felt so good in my whole life. And it's all because he would look up at me and smile every so often. He knew I was there, but he just had to make sure, even though I was the one holding him and he knew it. He just kept smiling at me, touching my face and my hair, babbling on and on about the important things going on in his little world of Babyhood. He made me feel like a Mama.

    These moments don't come too often, where there's no one at home but us and he's being quiet and still, just taking it all in, snuggling his Mama as if I was the only thing that mattered at that very moment. You know what? I really was the only thing that mattered to him right then and there. It's almost as if he was telling me to just be there for him, just love him, just snuggle and relax. "Life's too short to worry about the dog hair on the floor and the doggy nose prints on the windows, Mama." I could swear I heard him say that.

    All in that half hour or so of cuddling, I saw life as it is...snapshots of unconditional love. During that time, I was able to enjoy what life has handed me and I was able to truly feel with my heart and my soul. A tiny fraction of time felt like it was my whole lifetime, wrapped around his little finger. He knew which heart strings to pull every time he looked into my eyes, every time he played with my hair, every time he poked himself in his own eye and giggled about it. He took my heart, opened it up, and showed me how good it feels to be a Mama. And then he only slept for a half hour.

    I should've known that would happen. He just didn't want to be apart from me and that's the story I'm sticking with. It couldn't have been the gigantic poop he needed to take. It was definitely more snuggling that he wanted. Yeah, that's it.

    All in all, it was one of the greatest Motherhood moments I've ever had. And I know there's so many more of these to come. That's what it's all about, really...taking each moment and running with it in between naps, feedings, and diaper changes. The only thing that really matters is that a bond like that can't ever be weakened. And these kinds of moments, these snapshots in time, make up a wonderful balance of emotions and feelings that make me who I am right now.

    I am Mama.

    Saturday, October 15, 2005


    I don't really know what I want to write about today. I sit here, thinking, and all I can seem to put down is that I don't know what to write. Does that ever happen to you? Is it writer's block or a case of "today I don't give a shit" going on? I. Am. Stuck.

    I guess I could write about how I'm feeling, with regards to the new fetus I'm now wearing. I feel pretty good, except for this nasty cold I've had for the last two weeks. It came and went and now it's back again, for just a little over a week now. I work with kids, so I expect to catch colds. I just don't like getting them. That's all. I've been fighting to breathe out of my nose for the last eight days. I'm surprised I haven't called in sick at work. I've tried Vick's VapoRub, Halls, and even Afrin. My nose is just plugged for what seems like an eternity. I'm hanging in there, I guess. I'm just miserable. And my congestion seems to be traveling to my chest, where I have to cough it all up. How fun, right? At least, the gunk is clear and not yellow or green, so I know there's no infection. This is all just one big nuisance. If it's one thing I can't stand (among the list of many, many things) it's being congested and not being able to taste the foods I eat.

    My niece, Blondie, is in Kansas visiting her mother/my Sister this weekend. I hope they have a great visit. I'm taking care of King Linus the Turd, so it's going to be an interesting weekend for us. He's a great dog, when he's not shitting in the house. Blondie's 22nd birthday is on Tuesday and Bubba's (her brother/my youngest nephew) will be four on Friday. I'd tell you what I'm getting Blondie, but I can't because she reads my blog. Ha, ha!

    I hope everyone's enjoying their weekends. The weather is great here in the Windy City, sunny and bright and pleasant. Baby Jack is sitting next to me right now, jumping around in his bouncy car while I type this, and Java is sleeping right next to him, despite all the noise he's creating. I have a feeling these two are going to be the best of pals as soon as Jack figures out that she's not the largest squeaky toy he's ever seen.

    Until tomorrow, have a great day and when you blow your nose, think of me. ;)

    Friday, October 14, 2005

    Halloween Questions That Don't Need Answers...

    *Why do some cemeteries have a sign that reads “One Way - Do Not Enter?”
    *Why do they put locks on cemetery gates?
    *Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing sheets aren't going as ghosts but as mattresses?
    *Why is it that we never see ghosts of lower life forms?
    *Is it true you can make a witch scratch by taking away her "w?"
    *Do ghosts drink evaporated milk?
    *Do witches stay home on weekends or do they go away for a spell?
    *Do cemeteries have fences around them because people are dying to get in?
    *Does a witch tell the time by looking at her witch watch?
    *If you take the circumference of your jack-o-lantern and divide it by its diameter wouldn't you get Pumpkin Pi?
    *Why do ghosts usually appear just before someone screams?
    *Is the reason why kids sometimes dress up in Mommy's old clothes for Halloween and not Daddy's because Daddies don't have any old clothes? Aren't they still wearing them?
    *Just who is it that models for all those Halloween Masks?
    *Why aren't there any Halloween carols?
    *Why is it that nobody ever dresses up as Santa Claus on Halloween?
    *If skeletons had a beauty contest, would 'no body' win?
    *Does Dracula keep his wife awake all night because of his coffin?
    *How come ghosts can walk through walls, but don't fall through the floor?
    *Would a dyslexic witch use a magic spell checker?
    *Why is there always more Twizzlers and Jawbreakers in trick-or-treat bags than Butterfingers or Kit-Kats?
    *Why exactly did that witch have an oven in her gingerbread house? Doesn't gingerbread burn easily? And what does she do when it rains? Don’t you think there are better building materials out there for her to make her house out of?
    *If there were three witches watching three watches, which witch watches which watch?
    *How come Halloween is celebrated at night but Christmas and Easter are celebrated in the morning?
    *How come adults tell children not to take candy from strangers, yet on Halloween, they encourage it?
    *Why is it that, on Halloween when you say trick or treat, they never say trick?

    Mindless, useless, silly stuff today...sorry!

    Thursday, October 13, 2005

    Superstitions And Folklore...

    I saw some funny superstitions about the moon today. I wanted to share these with you:

    *A birth during a full moon is considered lucky.
    *Blowing nine times on a wart while the moon is full will make the wart go away.
    *Hair or nails cut during a waxing moon will grow back quicker.
    *To look at the moon through a window is bad luck.
    *If you see a "red moon," high winds are coming.
    *A single ring around the moon means good weather.
    *The person who eats the first piece of cake baked during a full moon will become the cook's husband.

    I also saw some weather folklore that I found to be very interesting:

    *Wolves always howl more before a storm.
    *Pigs gather leaves and straw before a storm.
    *When dogs in your house start looking paranoid schizophrenic, expect very heavy sleet for five hours.
    *A warm summer means a cold winter; a dry spring means ample summer rainfall; a windy autumn is followed by a mild winter.
    *In the winter, if the barometer falls and the temperature rises, a heavy snow is predicted.
    *Cockroaches are more active before a storm.
    *A warm Christmas equals a cold Easter.

    Does anyone know if any of this stuff is true? Do you know any superstitions that ever make you really wonder? Do share.

    By the way, from now on I'm considering Halloween to be a religious holiday in my household. If you don't know why I'm saying that, check the comments from yesterday's post. Hee, hee! Excuse me while I go take a ride on my broom...

    Wednesday, October 12, 2005

    Eatmisery Miscellany...

    Tidbits of information about me off the top of my head:

    *I love the smell of my baby's feet.

    *Everyday on the way to work, I listen to my "A Charlie Brown Christmas" CD by Vince Guaraldi; it reminds me of my son because his head is shaped like Charlie Brown's.

    *Secretly, I'm hoping that Katie Holmes will get postpartum depression and Tom Cruise won't be able to cure it with his Scientology vitamins. Does that make me a bad person?

    *I love cleaning the bathroom. It's my favorite room to clean.

    *I wish it would rain every single day. Rainy days are the best days, to me.

    *I never go to see movies in a theater. I'd rather wait for them to come out on satellite TV. Even then, I never really watch movies anymore; since I had my son, I don't have time.

    *I think it would be ironic if Kate Moss became obese due to her discontinuation of her "Coke Diet."

    *I'm afraid of water to a certain degree; I don't like being in it if I can't see land. Plus, I'm a landlubber; I don't know or like things I can't identify with that live in the water.

    *I think it would be a shame if Roe vs. Wade were overturned. I am as pro-choice as they come and I have a problem with pro-lifers.

    *I'm the type of person you either love or hate upon first meeting me. I also feel the same about you; I either love you or hate you right away and it doesn't change.

    *I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with Nacho Cheese Doritos in the middle.

    *I regularly search the sex offender registries for updates on changes in my and my family's neighborhoods. I am hypervigilant about this. It's personal.

    *I don't believe in God, the Catholic Church, or any organized religion. They're "gangs," in my opinion. It doesn't mean I'm not spiritual or that I'm not a good person; it just means I'm not a sheep, nor am I a hypocrite. And I believe in myself, family, and doing good for humanity. I worship under no umbrella terms.

    *I did not baptize my son into any religion. I do not go to church and would feel like an idiot if I expected him to do it and I didn't lead by example. I will not fund the Catholic Church by sending my son to one of their schools. My money will never be used to bail a priest out of a molestation debt or lawsuit.

    *I love to gamble, but I don't do it often. When I do, it gets out of control, but I like it like that.

    *I don't like oysters or mussels. Their textures make me ill.

    *I have two bracelets I wear to work everyday. They're my son's favorites and looking at them reminds me of him.

    *I have the same beauty mark on my face that my Mother does; it's just on the opposite side, mirror image to hers.

    *My Gram taught me how to crochet when I was a little kid. I made potholders and magnets as Christmas gifts one year.

    *I used Kiehl's Aloe Massage Cream on my belly when I was pregnant with Baby Jack; I never got any stretch marks even though I gained almost fifty pounds with him. Stretch marks terrify me, really. You might think it's ridiculous, but it's what I'm most scared about with my current pregnancy.

    *I love to cuddle.

    *I love dark chocolate (the darker and more bitter, the better). I like to dip it in peanut butter and eat it just like that.

    What are some of your quirks?

    Tuesday, October 11, 2005

    Art Linkletter Was Smart...

    Today I put a quote on the blackboard. I thought it was a pretty smart quote. This was it:

    "Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out." -Art Linkletter

    What did one of the kids (a particular bonehead, who's always too high to care about English anyway; met with her Mom last week and she's unable to control her at home, so boot camp has been recommended) say about it?

    "What the hell's a Linkletter?"

    It doesn't sound to me like that quote will do anything for her. Despite her turbulent upbringing and the paths she's currently carving out for herself, it doesn't sound to me like she thinks more in advance about anything other than her next bong hit. Maybe someday this quote will mean something to her; for now, it doesn't mean anything.

    This is the part of my job that I try not to bring home with me, as hard as it is. Some kids will just always live rent-free in my head at the end of the day.

    It just makes me hug my baby even harder than I already do. Kids need that, you know. I see what happens every day when they don't get that. And I'll never let my son feel that alone...

    Monday, October 10, 2005

    More Pictures As Promised...

    This is picture number 1,234 of Jack. Really. Posted by Picasa

    Just when you think I can't possibly get any closer to him with the camera... Posted by Picasa

    I see the future in those eyes, you know.  Posted by Picasa

    Another cute picture of my Jackaroo... Posted by Picasa

    Can you smell him? Doesn't he smell delicious? Posted by Picasa

    Sunday, October 09, 2005

    Pictures of Jack...

    "My Jackaroo...what big eyes you have," I said. Posted by Picasa
    He responded, "The better to charm you with, Mama."
    I melted.

    I love the way the sunshine is raining down on Jack in this picture. It's one of my favorites. Posted by Picasa

    Another one of my favorites...he's my angel. Posted by Picasa

    Jack wants to play with Java's birthday bone.  Posted by Picasa

    Here's Baby Jack holding on with just one hand! Yeesh...this kid scares me sometimes! Posted by Picasa

    I can't believe he's standing on his own. He might be holding onto his car, but he's still standing! It seems like it was only yesterday that I was counting his kicks inside me. *Sigh* Posted by Picasa

    Check back here tomorrow for a few more pictures. I didn't want to post them all today.

    Saturday, October 08, 2005

    Happy Birthdays!...

    Today is my son Jack's eighth month birthday! He is now officially two-thirds of a year old. WOO-HOO! It also happens to be my dog Java's birthday, too. She is now two years old and officially considered a dog, not a puppy anymore. YIPPEE! She can start kicking in around here now.

    I took the dog and the baby to my Mother's house today, where they both enjoyed some quality playtime with the family. Both of them had a great time! Hubby will pick up an enormous rawhide bone for Java on his way home from work, in celebration of her big day and I will rest now that I'm back home, if my mind and my body actually allow me to. I forgot how easily tired one gets when pregnant. My mind is racing, even though my body is trying to tell me to slow down. My body wants a nap, but my head won't cooperate. I'm pooped, but I needed to blog all of this before the baby decides he's going to get up from his late afternoon nap. He fell asleep on the fifteen-minute drive home, during the last five minutes of it, of course. I didn't have any trouble getting him into the crib, though. So, I'm happy that he's resting. His morning nap was only a little over an hour long, so he desperately needs this afternoon one. And I desperately need him to take it.

    The dog is resting; the baby is resting; I think I'm going to go rest now. I need to clean my house, but I don't feel guilty about delegating some of the responsibilities to the others that live here, too. I keep forgetting I'm pregnant and that I'm not SuperMommy. I can't get done as much as I used to because my body is telling me to shut the fuck up and go lie down. Right now, I don't have the energy to argue with it, so I'm just going to listen to it.

    I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend. It's nice and cool here in the Windy City and it's going to stay that way for a while. This is my kind of weather, too. It makes me just want to nap, nap, nap. And why shouldn't I? After all, I am napping for two now.

    See you tomorrow! Enjoy the weekend. I know I will. I'm off on Monday, courtesy of Christopher Columbus.

    Friday, October 07, 2005

    It's A Great Day To Be Me...

    My Sister sent some wonderful, unexpected gifts to me. (Thank you so much!!!) They arrived yesterday and are totally funny. I got a shirt that says, "Writing well is the best revenge," (she ordered it from here) and Baby Jack got a shirt that says, "Zero tolerance for asshats," (she ordered it from here). I dig this more than you'll ever know. I can't wait to put the shirt on the baby and take him out and about in it. I'll make sure to bring my camera so I can capture the looks on people's faces when they read his shirt! Hee, hee!

    Tomorrow, Baby Jack will be eight months old and Java will be two years old. It's going to be a fun day. I can hardly wait for it to begin! Java's come a long, long way, but still has to get her puppyhood behind her. We'll have to consider her a dog now, officially. I think she's going to turn out well, but she'll never be Buddha. She marches to the beat of her own drum and has a completely different personality. I like her, even when she pisses me off. She's got an attitude, but she's still a sweetie.

    Baby Jack has come a long way, too. He does so many cool things now. It's such a surprise to me how quickly babies grow up. It seems like just yesterday when he wouldn't let me blog without being in my arms, fast asleep. Now, he crawls all over the place and I'm lucky if I can catch him half the time before he gets into something. He's amazing, every little thing about him. He's captured my soul like no one ever could. I have a son. Oh. My. God. It's not like I didn't know this already, but it's so weird to see him growing up right before my eyes.

    Wednesday night, he took his bath in my tub, still in his infant tub, of course. It was a first for him and us, though. And he sloshed around and splashed and made faces when the water hit his face, but it didn't deter him from splashing more. This time, however, he wasn't turning my kitchen into Lake Eatmisery; he kept it all confined within the realms of my bathtub. Yea for me! And the dogs didn't get wet, either. It was a fun time! He let me cut his toenails and his fingernails afterward, too. I didn't have to bite his fingernails for the first time. He just let me cut them, with much help from his Papa by way of distractions.

    Now that we have another baby on the way, I can't help but imagine how different they may be. I'm hoping for an easy pregnancy, but I'll take whatever I get. With Jack, I had an easy pregnancy and a difficult delivery. Who knows how this one will be? It could be the exact opposite or it could be the same. It could, however, be completely different. I look forward to it with awe...awe for my body, awe for my mothering abilities that I'd never known about until Jack came into my life, and awe for what I know I'm ultimately ready for (again!) in so many ways.

    This is going to be a great ride, my life. And it's only just begun. I'm happy and I'm feeling refreshed at the moment. It's a great day to be me, really.

    Thursday, October 06, 2005

    Under My Skin...

    Do you want to know what gets under my skin? Well, I'm going to tell you. Take a look at the following:

    *when parents have to "check with their supervisor" to see if they can go to their kid's school for a meeting about said kid's unsavory classroom behavior or they make three appointments and never show up for any of them (and don't bother calling)

    *when the stapler runs out of staples

    *when a button pops off my blouse minutes before I'm ready to leave for work

    *when the dogs bark or the neighbors' landscapers wake up the baby minutes after he's just gone to sleep

    *when I step with my bare feet into something wet that I didn't put there

    *when I forget to lock my desk at work

    *when a blog I read daily disappears into thin air

    *when people in cars race to get ahead of me and then proceed to drive slower than I ever would

    *when the light turns red and there's a cop nearby just waiting to see if I'll blow the light

    *when I run out of any important ingredient in something I'm making

    *when any drain in the house gets clogged

    *when I meet mothers of my eighth-grade students and they dress like whores

    *tight clothing on women who have no place wearing anything remotely snug

    *men who gawk at young girls

    *when the gas light goes on in my car, signalling the fact that I need to fill up the tank and go broke in doing so

    *pink and orange worn together


    *royal blue eyeliner on anyone

    *a nap that's too short (whether it's mine or the baby's)

    *people who backstab, people who put on a false front, and people who are two-faced

    *Bible beaters, born-agains, and pseudo-Christians (you know what those are; the ones who get all dressed up to go to church, but then treat the people they run into like shit on a daily basis, not "walking the walk," so to speak)

    *staunch Republicans with inflexible views


    *the stupid dances football players do in the endzone after they score a touchdown, as if they're paid to do that little dance

    *music about pimps, ho's, and hoochie mamas (translation: black men screaming at me on the radio) and any music that forces the white girl singing to sound like she's not white, but in the middle of a seizure, popping that vein that sticks out of her forehead as she's straining to hit that high note

    *cemeteries piss me off; you don't need to spend the money getting buried because no one's going to visit you after a month

    *when a recipe goes wrong

    *a flat tire in the dead of winter

    *curling iron burns (it's been years since I had one of those, but I still cringe thinking about it)

    *burning the roof of my mouth on my dinner

    *bare feet on pillows (unless it's my baby's feet, it's a total no-no)

    *hangovers, pimples, and diarrhea (and that's really bad if it's all on the same day)

    What pisses you off? I'm so curious. I didn't purposely set out to offend anyone, but if I did, so be it. These are my opinions, like them or not. Now tell me yours.

    (SIDENOTE: Yes, I'm posting from work again, only because I did this post ahead of time. Hee, hee! I told you I'm a stickler for time management!)

    Wednesday, October 05, 2005

    Thanks, Kat!

    Tagged, yet again! This time it's from Kat at A Gershwin Line. Here is a list of some of my favorite things. I hope I haven't been redundant. I've been tagged so many times that I don't remember what you know about me. I also have a hard time narrowing some stuff down to just one thing, so bear with me. Let's hope you learn something new about me!

    1) Shampoo and Conditioner - Strawberry fields Suave
    2) Soap - Dove in cucumber scented
    3) Colors - anything neutral and black
    4) Soda - Coca cola and ginger ale (not mixed; separately!)
    5) Foods - pizza, creative salads, anything dark chocolate
    6) Movie - "Saw" (that's how long it's been since I watched a good movie) and "Murder In the First" with Kevin Bacon
    7) Band - anything from the 80's
    8) Disney Character - I don't have a favorite Disney character, but my favorite cartoon character would have to be, hands down, Nemo
    9) Actor - don't know, sorry
    10) Actress - don't know, sorry
    11) Video Games - I love the old school Atari video games; I don't know anything current and don't have a Playstation or an XBox
    12) Computer Games - Dominoes and poker
    13) Store - Target and Ulta
    14) Alcohol - Champagne
    15) Number - 4
    16) Car - My Honda CRV in reality; in fantasy, a BMW X5
    17) Book - the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky (yes, it's all uncapitalized on purpose)
    18) T.V. Show - ER, American Idol, and The Apprentice
    19) Website - my blog!
    20) Condiment - Mustard
    21) Fruit - Bananas and apples
    22) Vegetable - Carrots and potatoes
    23) Restaurant - Gibson's and Smith & Wollensky
    24) Blogger - My Sister, Kat, Erin, Cubmommy, and Beans, but these are just the tip of the iceberg because I have many, many favorites.
    25) Place - Maui, Hawaii and Minocqua, Wisconsin

    Oh, I think the ones, other than Kat because she tagged me, mentioned in #24 should do this next. And I know you guys will kill me for tagging you, so I won't be offended if you don't do it. Hee, hee!

    SIDENOTE: Yes, I'm posting this blog from work. The kids are taking a systemwide test and I'm able to put this post up. I wrote it last night, emailed it to myself, and copied/pasted it here so I wouldn't disturb them. Yeah, I look for shortcuts all the time! Heh...

    Tuesday, October 04, 2005

    The Easiest Recipe In The World...

    I've just got to share this one with you. My mother-in-law makes a cookie-type thing that is one of my Hubby's favorites. It has also become one of my favorites, as well. She calls them "Chews." They're so simple and so tasty, I just can't keep this recipe to myself. Here it is...

    1 box of graham cracker crumbs
    2 cans of sweetened condensed milk
    1 bag of chocolate chips (semisweet or milk chocolate)

    Butter a 9 x 13 pan; line it with wax paper; butter the wax paper, also. Mix all of the ingredients together and put the mixture into the pan. Bake at 350 degrees for about 40 minutes. Remove from pan before completely cooled by lifting up the wax paper. Cut into tiny squares and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Eat as many as you can.

    Try this recipe and let me know if you like it as much as I do. It's so insanely easy and not expensive to make at all. It's a favorite, especially around the holidays. I made them the other day and we don't just wait for the holidays to be able to enjoy them. They're almost gone now, too.

    Let me know what you think and if you tried to make them. This is one recipe I couldn't hide from you any longer!

    Monday, October 03, 2005

    Separation Anxiety And Other Milestones...

    Yesterday, Hubby and I took Jack over to my in-laws' house for a birthday party. My husband's siblings are a lively group and very loving on top of it. Everyone wanted to hold Baby Jack since it had been a while since they'd all seen him.

    Well, that's when I discovered that his separation anxiety is in full bloom now. He screamed and cried and pulled away from anyone that wanted to hold him, except for his Grandma. Even Grandpa scared the be-jeezus out of him. He'd never done that with any of them before, so this was a first. It's not like he's never met any of them; he just didn't know how to react and he wasn't sure why he was feeling the way he was.

    Normally, he's okay with pretty much anyone. Yesterday, however, he wasn't fine until everyone left the party and it was just us alone with Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Chris, and the cousins, Justin and Joshua. While Justin and Joshua didn't really spend much time with Jack, Grandma spent the rest of the time we were there with him. She and Jack are buddies. And he never had another fretful episode after that.

    I know it's something all babies go through, so I wasn't really shocked. It's just that it had never happened until now, so I was caught a little off guard. I felt bad for the aunts and uncles that wanted to see him and spend time with him, but there wasn't anything I could do about this new developmental stage he's entered.

    Speaking of developmental stages, Baby Jack is cruising now. He holds on to the couch or the coffee tables and he walks along. He crawls very fast now and pulls himself up to a standing position every chance he gets. He likes to throw blocks across the room and crawl to get them, only to throw them across the room again to do the same, and so on and so on. The standing gets me, though. It's all he wants to do lately. I think we're going to have an early walker, folks. Right now, he's not even eight months old and he's already going through stages with leaps and bounds. I'm not ready to hand over my car keys to him yet, so he's just going to have to wait on the whole driving issue.

    Jack's favorite thing now is to stand with his left foot flat on the floor while tapping his right foot, bent at the knee and all. It's so funny. It makes me want to give him a set of spoons to play, or a bass drum. That boy's got rhythm!

    Right now, he's napping. His Papa is at the post office. Blondie's in the shower and the dogs aren't killing each other. It's peaceful for now. That's all we can hope for.

    Soon, I will post a list of all the things Baby Jack is doing and has conquered. It'll remind me of how fast babies grow and how much they learn in such a short amount of time. *Sigh* It makes me want to stay pregnant forever, over and over. At least, I wouldn't have to worry about getting a period. Hee, hee!

    I hope your day has been a good one! And I'm glad you liked the last post of the dogs with their Halloween costumes on. That was a fun one!

    Off I go to enjoy a little R&R before baby duty calls again. Toodles!

    Sunday, October 02, 2005

    Getting The Dogs Ready For Halloween...

    Java will be Snow White. Believe it or not, she didn't mind wearing the costume at all, even if she doesn't look too happy here. She really was a good sport about it. Posted by Picasa

    Linus will be a construction worker, even if his hardhat does look more like a yarmulke. Posted by Picasa

    Blondie went out and bought the dogs Halloween costumes last night and we figured we'd put them on the dogs to see if they'd wear them. Baby Jack already has his Halloween costume, a pumpkin, courtesy of his Uncle. He was too tired to try it on and pose for a picture. That will come later, in a future post. Maybe I'll title it "Baby Jack O'Lantern." Hee, hee!

    And, yes, this is something we do with our dogs every single year. They still love us, nonetheless!

    Saturday, October 01, 2005

    Another Meme...

    This one comes from Cubmommy.

    1. Legal First name? Amy; "Eatmisery" is actually an anagram of my first and last name
    2. Were you named after anyone? Maybe a friend of my Mom's, but I'm not quite sure
    3. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes
    4. When did you last cry? Yesterday morning
    5. What is your favorite lunch meat? Shaved honey ham from the deli
    6. What is your birth date? January 29, 1972
    7. Whats your most embarrassing CD? Clay Aiken's stupid CD from BMG that I never sent back because I was too lazy; I don't even know where it went.
    8. Would you be friends with you? Yes
    9. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Nearly all the time and it takes a clever person to detect it
    10. What are your nicknames? Mama, Ciocie (pronounced CHUH-chee; it means aunt in Polish), Aim, Princess Anxiety (courtesy of the Hubby), Spitfire (courtesy of a friend)
    11. Would you bungee jump? Yes, if I didn't have any responsibilities and only myself to worry about
    12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Never
    13. Do you think that you are strong? Absolutely, in more ways than one
    14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla; it's not boring, though, when you add M&M's to it
    15. Shoe Size? 7 or 7-1/2
    16. Red or pink? Red
    17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? My feet constantly hurt
    18. Who do you miss most? My first Chocolate Lab, Buddha, and My Grandpa
    19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Blue pants and blue skateboarding flip flops
    20. What are you listening to right now? My son, Jack, playing right next to me
    21. What did you eat for breakfast? Apple coffee cake
    22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? I would be brick red
    23. What is the weather like right now? Sunny and cool, soon to be warmer
    24. Last person you talked to on the phone? My niece, Blondie
    25.The first things you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes
    26. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes
    27. Favorite Drink? Water
    28. Hair Color? Medium brown
    29. Do you wear contacts? No, but I wear glasses
    30. Favorite Food? Right now, because I'm pregnant, I like anything without meat
    31. Last Movie You Watched? "Murder In The First," with Kevin Bacon; I could watch it a million times and never get bored
    32. Favorite Day Of The Year? The first day after school lets out
    33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Happy endings
    34. Summer Or Winter? Summer because I don't have to work
    35. Hugs OR Kisses? Both
    36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? Lumpy cooked chocolate pudding; I made some yesterday, just like my Mom makes
    37. Living Arrangements? In a four bedroom house on a corner with my Hubby, my son, my baby in utero, two dogs, and my niece
    38. What books Are You Reading? Ernie's Little Lie and two Chicken Soup for Mothers books
    39. What's On Your Mouse Pad? "Go blog yourself," a gift from Rosie O'Donnell
    40.What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Dateline NBC about the survivors from the plane crash in Peru
    41. Favorite Smells? Popcorn, my son's baby smells, and my dog's paws
    42. Favorite junk food? Popcorn, HotStuff potato chips, Hostess cupcakes, and KitKats
    43. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Both
    44. What's the farthest you've been from home? I eloped Maui in 1999

    I tag whoever wants to do this meme. Let me know so I can see your answers!