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  • Tuesday, January 31, 2006

    The Last Piece...

    A funny thing happened last week. I was in the kitchen with my husband and I couldn't find the key lime pie in the fridge. I'd asked him if he knew what had happened to it, where it was at. His reply, "I finished it. There was only one piece left, so I ate it." Surely you know the story gets better than just this, being that I'm pregnant and hungry all the time. Read on.

    I lost my shit and yelled at him in such a way that only a pregnant Eatmisery could get away with. I told him that I get the last piece of EVERYTHING because I'm pregnant and I'm the Mama. He started backing up and asked what was wrong with me. I told him I was pissed that he'd eaten the last piece of my favorite pie and that I'd had a taste for it. He even offered to go out and get another pie. I told him not to bother. I just wanted him to be aware that I get the last piece of any food item in the house from now on. Period. It's a house rule.

    Last night, he came home with another key lime pie, to which my reply was, "Consider this whole entire pie the last piece."

    Monday, January 30, 2006

    Knives & Flowers...

    Yup...that's what Hubby got me for my birthday yesterday...knives and flowers. And I really needed both of those items.

    You see, he got me flowers, but not just any old kind. He got me flowers that have everything but roses in them. I can't stand roses. He knows me well enough to know that I wouldn't want roses...ever. Thank you, Hubs.

    And he got me a set of Wusthof knives, complete with the butcher block and all. I have a few more to add to that butcher block, but it's mostly complete. Oh, how I love knives... Did I ever tell you guys about my knife collection? Or how I have a knife in every single room in my house (yeah, there's a butterfly knife in my bathroom)? I'm crazy like that, you know. Perhaps the collection stems for my need to always be able to protect myself at any given moment...

    It was a splendid birthday, despite my being blue about entering my mid-thirties. Baby Jack was fussy a lot during the day and didn't nap much at all yesterday, but I got through it unscathed, I suppose. At least he pulled out all his tricks when my family came over for cake. He's got quite a "stage" presence. I can't imagine where he gets it from...*cough, cough*

    I almost called in sick to work today, but I didn't (as if that's anything new). I decided that I'm going to take off next Wednesday, instead. After all, it's Baby Jack's birthday that day (February 8th) and my kid only gets to turn one year old one time in his life.

    I have a feeling that I'll always be taking that day off every single year for the rest of my life, even when he's grown and gone. It's a memorable day for me. It's the day I earned the title, "Mama." It's just as much a celebration for him as it is for me. That's how I look at it.

    Remember me on February 8th. I'll be in my jammies all day long.

    Sunday, January 29, 2006

    Happy Birthday To Me?...

    I will be turning 34 years old at exactly 11:16 a.m. today. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that.

    A part of me is delighted (I'm really trying to feel good about it.) that I've made it this far, accomplishing all that I have, so far. Another part of me is wishing I could just crawl back into my mother's uterus (Sorry, Mom!), where it was safe and warm and dark. I guess I'm more blue about it than I thought I'd be. The year behind me held so many changes that I adapted to quite well (new baby, a welcomed shift of priorities, typical new motherhood challenges, etc.). The year ahead will also hold a lot of changes for me, as well, especially with another baby coming (two kids fifteen months apart in age; the thought of two in diapers freaks me out a bit). My responsibilities and the thought of it all is just daunting.

    I'm not sure if I want to be 34. I think I'm freaking out about this. Mid-thirties...gah... I used to be cool.

    Oh, well. Here's to another Eatmisery year! If it doesn't kill me, it'll only make me crazier than I already am. *Sniff, sniff, sigh...*

    Saturday, January 28, 2006

    Don't You Just Love Staff Meetings?...

    Yesterday at work, we had a staff meeting in which we were supposed to discuss the results of a survey we'd all taken part in. It didn't turn out that way. The discussion turned into one great big gripe fest with teachers bitching about other teachers without using names. It was ridiculous and I'm so glad I left early. I wasn't a part of who was being bitched about, nor did I do any bitching. I just sat there, rubbing my belly, and counting the days until my maternity leave begins. It was the best way I could think of to get through that meeting.

    If only others in that building had lives outside of it, they wouldn't get caught up in the chaos of office politics (causing it and perpetuating it). The education system is a business, like any other business. However, it is a business that involves the lives of children. Can't people just set aside their differences, show some respect, and just do their jobs when they come there? You're never going to get along with every single person you meet or work with, so why not just do your best at your job and set the petty stuff aside?

    I'll never understand. It's a good thing I have a life outside that school. At least I know my priorities are in the right order. Over the years, I've learned to pick my battles wisely. It's all one can do to survive in any career or in life, I think.

    Friday, January 27, 2006

    Glucola, My Ass...

    Today I went for my doctor visit. Apparently my sugar was elevated when I took my glucose test last weekend, so I have to go back and take the three-hour glucose test. That means I'll have to fast for twelve hours and get four vials of blood taken, one each hour. And I have to do it in the next week.

    My next appointment is February 13th. I'm off that day for Lincoln's birthday, so that's a good thing. I won't need to use a sick day to go there, since I'm saving them for my maternity leave (even though I don't have many left). I have to see my doctor every two weeks now since it's my last trimester and all (well, I will be in it at my next appointment). This is going by so fast. Yeesh.

    I'm a little stressed about the three-hour glucose test, but I think my sugar was elevated for the first test because I'd eaten lunch less than two hours before I took the test. Hopefully, that's all it is and I don't have gestational diabetes. I don't really want to pop a twelve-pound baby out of my cooter and I don't want another C-section, if I can help it. Duh.

    Oh, well. I guess things could be worse. So, I'm grateful that the baby is doing well and everything is moving along the way it should be. And I trust my doctor this time around, so I shouldn't feel bad. I'm lucky; luckier than most.

    I'm off to put my jammies on now. Sorry this post was so late, but I needed to spend some quality family time with Baby Jack and Hubby. All in all, it was a good day. I hope yours was good, too.

    Thursday, January 26, 2006

    98 Days Seems Like A Long Time, But It's Not...

    I just looked at my pregnancy ticker above and noticed that I only have approximately 98 more days before a new little being enters my family. It seems like forever, but it really isn't much longer now. It's also a give-or-take-two-weeks-type-thing. Really, I could have this baby about 84 days from now, or even about 112 days from now. I feel big and I know I'm bigger this time than I was with Jack last year. Whatever way I look at it, I'm growin' me a baby and it's gettin' bigger each day.

    I love my baby belly. Yes, I rub it a lot. I even put my special cream on it every day after I get out of the shower. This stuff prevented stretch marks the first time around, so I'm sticking with it this time. I don't hold my genes responsible for this at all; it's gotta be the cream. However, if I get stretch marks this time, you know I'll definitely be blaming it on my genes. Heh...

    I love being pregnant. It just goes by so fast, though. Before I know it, I'll have another bundle of joy making my home a little noisier. I'll be on maternity leave and I'll still be running after Jack, who will no doubt be a pro at walking by then. It'll be springtime and the windows will, hopefully, be open. The fresh air will be so nice to have in the house. Mmm...and the smell of rain...One of the reasons I'm not a huge fan of winter is that the air in the house always seems so stuffy. Yeesh. There's only so long I can go without fresh air. Three months is about it for me. After that, I need opened windows.

    Today feels like a Friday to me. Tomorrow, we have no students because we have to complete our grades for our report cards. Since I'm leaving at noon (doctor appointment), I've gotten my grades done ahead of time. I'm just waiting to receive my homeroom's math grades from one other teacher and I'll be done. Hopefully, she gets them to me before I have to leave tomorrow. God forbid anyone other than me ever do anything early. It seems like I'm always miles ahead of everyone else when it comes to deadlines. It's my curse...the curse of being so fucking organized.

    Oh, well. I hope you're having a good day. My work day will be short tomorrow and I'll post something here after my doctor visit. I get the results of my diabetes test tomorrow, so wish me luck. I'm hoping for, yet again, another stress-free prenatal visit. I love my OB/GYN.

    Wednesday, January 25, 2006

    Ladies & Gentlemen...He Walked...

    Yep...Baby Jack took six unassisted steps last night! WOO-HOO! He got up from a sitting position in the middle of the floor, balanced himself, turned and took six steps, grabbed onto his Radio Flyer walker wagon, and zoomed off. He also proceeded to sleep very, very well afterward. (A trip to Target, a new trick learned, and a nice warm bath will do that to a baby, I suppose.) Go figure. As soon as he has us pulling our hair out, he surprises the shit out of us by doing this. Parenthood has its rewards, a little at a time, I guess. This one's a biggie!

    You should've seen the look on his face when he realized what he'd done. It was priceless! He couldn't stop giggling about it. He was so proud. He wouldn't stop standing up after that and he kept taking steps a little at a time, too. I tell ya, I don't know whether to shit or go blind right now.

    When we had taken him to Target, we'd wound up buying him his first pair of real shoes. They're just a little big, but we know they'll fit just right in a couple of weeks. By then, he'll really need them. They're cute shoes; brown suede with laces. I can't wait to put them on him. For now, though, he has to learn how to walk without the shoes, preferably barefoot. He was wearing socks with grippy bottoms last night when he walked, so I can't wait to see what he can do with a pair of actual shoes on his feet, once he gets used to them.

    This is the beginning of the end of his innocence. (Does that make sense?) From now on, once he gets proficient at this new trick of his, he'll be able to walk and get into much more trouble than before. In a way, I can't wait. I'm going to be the Mom whose kid pulls stuff off grocery store shelves just because he can. Toddlerhood is just around the corner for us. Then again, so is another round of infancy with the new baby coming in three months.

    I can't believe how fast the whole Jack experience has happened; the pregnancy, the birth, the first bath, the first solids, now the first steps. Two years ago, I wasn't a Mom, wasn't even pregnant. Now, I have a kid whose beginning to walk. In three months, I'll have a newborn, too. Wow. It just amazes me sometimes when I stop to think about it.

    Today, I can't wait to go home.

    *SIDENOTE: For the record, I didn't bury an axe in Hubby's head yesterday. Yeah, I thought about it, but I didn't do it. I'm glad those thoughts don't come often. My Mom was right; a good night's rest can really make a difference. I wonder how Baby Jack is right now, since he slept so well last night. I bet he feels just as good as I do (I hope he does, for my Dad's sake, who's probably chasing him around the house as I write this from work!).

    Tuesday, January 24, 2006

    Screw You...And You Know Who You Are...

    My poor little guy is cutting two teeth at once again. He's miserable and so am I. I didn't get much sleep last night and I'm pissed at my husband, too.

    In fact, I wrote this long post bitching about my husband and I just deleted it. Why? I don't want to air my dirty laundry in cyberspace. I'd rather just go home and take an axe to Hubby's head.

    I guess that means I better make Baby Jack the beneficiary of all the insurance policies, since I'll be in jail.

    I soooooo don't want to go home. Imagine that.

    Monday, January 23, 2006

    Great Literary Taunts...

    "I feel so miserable without you, it's almost like having you here." --- Stephen Bishop

    "A modest little person, with much to be modest about." --- Winston Churchill (about Clement Atlee)

    "I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." --- Irvin S. Cobb

    "I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."
    --- Clarence Darrow

    "He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the
    dictionary." --- William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

    "He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others." --- Samuel Johnson

    "He had delusions of adequacy." --- Walter Kerr

    "I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." --- Groucho Marx

    "They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human
    knowledge." --- Thomas Brackett Reed

    "He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." --- Forrest Tucker

    "I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
    approved of it." --- Mark Twain

    "His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." --- Mae West

    "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go." --- Oscar Wilde

    "He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." --- Oscar Wilde

    "He has Van Gogh's ear for music." --- Billy Wilder

    These were sent to me by one of my colleagues and I just had to share them with you. There isn't much else going on in my life these days that is out of the ordinary, so I hope you've enjoyed these quotes. Have a great day!

    Sunday, January 22, 2006

    Mr. Fussiness...

    Man, whatever my kid is on the cusp of, I wish he'd just get over it already. Several things come to mind.

    He's trying so very hard to walk and he's taken a couple of unsteady steps a few times, too. It just seems like he desperately wants to do it, he's determined enough to keep getting back up after he falls on his butt, and he's extremely strong-willed. He's on a mission to walk. There's just one problem...he wants to practice at all times, even in the middle of the night. His sleep isn't very restful anymore, even his naps (which he seems to be dwindling down from two to one a day). His mind is racing with this "walking business" and he just won't settle down until he can do it. Meanwhile, Hubby and I are dragging our asses just to get through the days, running on not quite empty, but close.

    Another issue Jack is terrorized by could be the new budding tooth that's about to rear its ugly head. He's getting another one on the top left side, so I'm sure it's adding to his fussiness at the moment. This has been going on for a while now. You know how teeth are. They like to advance and retreat, advance and retreat, until they decide to finally poke through the gum. Until this tooth surfaces, my kid's going to be a bear.

    He also got his first fat lip last night. Linus the Corgi ran in front of him in the basement while he was standing, knocking him off balance and Jack hit the coffee table with his bottom lip. From there, he fell over Java and conked his head on the floor. This made for a very angry baby, but nothing that his first popsicle couldn't alleviate.

    Jack was up quite a bit last night. I wound up giving him a bottle at 6 a.m. and some Tylenol because his lip looked so big and sore. He was not a happy camper last night and Hubby and I didn't get much rest. I hope he takes some quality naps today or I'm going to die. It's hard for Hubby and I when we don't get a good night's sleep. And when it's several days in a row, it's even worse for us. Not only do we both work, but I keep forgetting that I'm growing a baby and rest is important.

    Today, Baby Jack and I will go to my Mother's house and terrorize them. Why not spread the wealth of the baby's agony? At least when he's there, there's plenty of people to keep him occupied and he can spend his time deciding who to lash out at next. Mommy won't have to be the emotional punching bag on her own today. Heh...

    I love my kid more than anything in this world. He's just having some hard days and nights lately. And I wish he'd achieve these next few milestones soon, but I also know that the fussiness is part of the deal. I'm anxiously waiting to hear the click in his head once he figures out how to walk. I think it'll be louder than my biological clock ever was.

    Saturday, January 21, 2006

    Every Day Should Be A Saturday...

    This entry will be in bulleted format because I'm feeling lazy and it's not quite 7 a.m. yet.

    *It's my Gram's 87th birthday today! She's a sweetie and I wish her the best of health in this coming year. It's not easy being her age, I'm sure. We're all lucky to have her in our lives, too. She's quite a woman. Happy Birthday, Gram! We love you!

    *It's also my niece's 18th birthday today! I hope she is safe in how she celebrates it. Happy Birthday to you, too!

    *It snowed yesterday evening and into the overnight hours. I'm not quite sure how much is on the ground, but I know it's going to be keeping me and Baby Jack inside the house today. There's no need to trek into it, I think. It's that thick, heavy kind of snow, too. It's great for a snowball fight, but I don't plan on having one of those until Jack can actually make snowballs and kick my ass with them.

    *My blood test went pretty quickly yesterday. I brought a good book to read while I was there. It made the time pass. I wound up getting home just shortly after my usual time.

    *Baby Jack was a bear for his Papa yesterday. He didn't nap at all until I put him down at 5 p.m. He was really tired and had been up for so long. He was resistant to napping all day long, so it was quite a day for his Papa, trying to entertain a crabby baby for hours. When he did fall asleep for his nap, it was two minutes after I started to hold him and he slept for two whole hours. We had to wake him up or he would've slept forever. Jack was not happy about being aroused from his slumber, but he wound up eating a great dinner afterward. He had a bit of diarrhea yesterday, which might be why he was so fussy during the day. He might've had a belly ache. I'm guessing it was from the bologna I gave him the day before. Last time I gave him bologna, he got the shits from it. So, you know what that more bologna for Jack. He loves it, but his body doesn't. (SIDENOTE: I've been keeping a log of every single thing Jack eats, what time he eats it, how much, what day, which meal, etc. since he's been eating solids. Yeah, I'm anal retentive, a bit of a control freak, and a little OCD, but at least I know what gives him a reaction and what doesn't.)

    *After Jack had his bath last night, I was drying him off and snuggling, as usual. For the second time this week, he peed on me. Last time, it was before his bath. This time, it was after. And let me tell you...he peed a lot. I don't get annoyed by it, though. I just look at it like this...he's relaxed around me enough to christen me with his bodily fluids. That's what boys do, right? At least I didn't get it in the face, which has never happened...knock on wood. Things like this will happen to me throughout his life. When they're babies, they pee all over you. When they're teenagers, they shit on you. Hopefully, the latter doesn't occur, but you can never predict how they'll turn out no matter how good of a parent you are.

    *Today will be a relaxing day, I hope. I'm going to make a scrambled egg for Jack for his breakfast and some buttered cinnamon raisin toast, too (minus the raisins, of course). With him eating an egg for breakfast, I know what that means...his poop is going to smell wicked later. I bet you wanted to know that. Heh...

    I hope your day is a good one. It's too bad Saturdays only come once a week. I wish every day was Saturday, really. There's no pressure and you can choose to stay in your jammies, if you like. Ciao!

    Friday, January 20, 2006

    Sugary Orange Sludge...

    Yeah, I'm leaving work early today. I have to take my diabetes test to see if I have gestational diabetes. So, I get to leave an hour and a half earlier than usual. Plus, we'll be getting about 6" of snow later tonight. I was originally going to get my blood test done tomorrow, but with the weather and all, I think it's best to do it ASAP. In Chicago, you never know if the weather forecasts will be accurate or not.

    So, I get to give blood; drink some sugary orange sludge (picture it as a really thick Orange Crush); sit and wait for an hour; and then give blood again. How fun! Next Friday, I'll have my OB/GYN appointment and I'll get the results of this test then. Hopefully, all is well.

    Have a great day and think of me next time you drink Orange Crush. It's become my least favorite drink (next to Tab and anything that's labeled "Diet," of course).

    Thursday, January 19, 2006

    I Have Something To Say...

    1. William Shatner is disgusting.

    2. How dumb can some people be? Is this for real ?

    3. THIS is someone's idea of creative marketing.

    4. I bet this was a C-section.

    5. Some people never change.

    6. How can parents blame television commercials for their children's obesity when THEY are the ones who do the grocery shopping? This is stupid.

    7. What an ingrate! Why not just run a cheese grater across your face instead?

    8. What an asshole!

    9. Well, isn't that sweet? Really, who cares?

    10. "It was stupidity and completely out of character," he said. "I broke the law and I tried to conceal it." Duh. Yeah, it was.

    Okay, I'm done now. I think I should just stop reading news reports online. Everything the media considers "newsworthy" is really nothing but crap. Yeesh.

    Wednesday, January 18, 2006

    Blah, Blah, Blah...

    I haven't much to say today, really. Some good, some bad, some ugly...

    The Good:
    My brother came by and installed, yet another, baby gate that goes to our upstairs. Since Jack is now fond of trying to climb up stairs, we're just keeping things extra safe around here. Hooray for Uncle! Your home can never be too safe for a child.

    The Bad:
    Office politics are at a high. Work just sucks lately. Nothing on the news is worth watching. The dog doesn't want to eat at her given time anymore, so the food just sits there until she's damn well ready. Baby Jack doesn't like whole milk just yet, so I'm still trying to figure this all out. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be.

    The Ugly:
    Baby Jack has been a bear for anyone who has to come in contact with him. He refused a second nap yesterday and wound up conking out at 8 p.m. last night. You must understand that this child usually gets two naps a day, at anywhere from an hour to two hours each. He doesn't usually hit the hay for the night until after 9 p.m. because he likes to keep evening hours, my little night owl. He just wouldn't take a second nap yesterday, so he wound up being up for seven hours and crabby as hell the whole time. He slept fine until about 2 a.m. and was incredibly fidgety after that. Hubby and he didn't wind up getting out of bed until my Dad showed up this morning to babysit, with Hubby running late for work. And it wound up being a day of hell for my poor father. He said Jack was the most difficult he's ever been for him. Ever.

    I feel bad he was such a bear for my Dad, but now my Dad knows just how ornery the little guy can get. My Dad used to say, "I don't know what the problem is. He's never fussy for me." Now he knows the other side of Baby Jack.

    And a little bitty part of me is saying, "Tee hee..."

    I hope your day is going well. Baby Jack got up from his first nap at 2 p.m., so that means he's not going to get a second nap before he goes to bed for the night. Let's hope he's not a bear tomorrow. So far, he's not fussing and yelling at me, but the night is still young.

    Oh, the joys of Motherhood...we take the good with the bad. And every day is just as unpredictable as the next. I wouldn't, however, change it for anything in the world.

    I'll take a fussy baby over office politics any day.

    Tuesday, January 17, 2006

    Making Transitions...

    Baby Jack has been off the wall lately. He has learned how to get up from the floor into a standing position. From there, however, he raises his arms in the air and slams down onto his little butt. He's learning how to stand and he's loving it. For a while, he would just practice this on the bed; falling is easier there. Now, however, he does it anywhere in the house he can. Any room is fair game. I love watching him learn something new. I just hope I'm there when he actually takes his first step. I'd hate to miss that because I had to be at work.

    I'm also in the process of transitioning him from formula to whole milk. I'm not quite sure how to go about it other than mixing it with his formula, little by little, until he's just drinking whole milk without any formula. He doesn't like whole milk straight. Perhaps it's the temperature or the taste or the texture he doesn't care for just yet. He does love vanilla ice cream, though. He had to get used to the cold temperature of it, but he adjusted to it just fine.

    I can't wait until I don't have to be a slave to Similac anymore. I'll be breastfeeding the next baby, too, but I'll probably transition to formula once I go back to work. I do not like the idea of pumping at work. It's a school, people. It's dirty no matter what room you're in. So, Similac will get my money once again...just not for a while. Thank goodness!

    I'm hoping to be able to blog about Jack's standing adventures, as well as his adventures with milk soon. Hopefully, I'm able to stop crying every time he does something new. I never thought I'd be so emotional about my little guy growing up. It's just so hard to watch; and at the same time, it gives me so much joy.

    Motherhood is all about tears (good and bad), I guess. You can never shed enough of them for your kid.

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    Picture Perfect...

    Last night's family picture event turned out just fine. Baby Jack was great and seems to like wearing denim overalls. He even smiled like the champ that he is. It helps, though, that the photographer knew how to get him to smile BIG. I can't wait to see the picture! My boy is so good-looking and he has such a great smile. You can tell he's a happy baby.

    Hubby got to the photo place in record time. He told me, "Oh, I only went 75 mph, nothing out of the ordinary." That's NOT what I wanted to hear. When I saw him get there in thirty-five minutes from forty miles away, I just knew he was a speed demon on the road and I'm just glad he got there safely. You do the math; does the "distance = rate x time" add up? I'm allergic to math, so I'm not going to spend the time calculating how fast he really drove.

    Baby Jack was hungry when we got home, so he ate micromini raviolis. They're so cute and he loved every bite. Blondie fed him and he put on his usual show for her. (Coincidentally, earlier in the day, he was incredibly snuggly with her. He loves his cousin so much. It's nice to have her here. Jack's got another snuggle buddy when she's around.) He was also pretty tired, but not too terribly tired to play with every single toy in our living room. He finally zonked out at 9 p.m. and he's currently still asleep (it's 7 a.m. here right now). He had a great night's rest.

    I'm off from work today. It's a school holiday, so I'm going to enjoy it. I have nothing to do but laundry and I can take all damn day to do one load, if I want. THAT'S my idea of resting. Heh...

    I hope your Monday goes well. I have thirteen days until my birthday. I'll be 34 on the 29th. Yeah, that's been on my mind lately. I can't believe I'm going to be 34 years old. I still feel like a kid, you know. And sometimes, I still act like one. We should all be so lucky.

    Sunday, January 15, 2006

    Say, "Cheese!"...

    Later on today, Jack and I will go on an excursion to a mall not very close to home. We have to meet all of Hubby's siblings and their children to take a picture for his parents' 50th wedding anniversary present. Hubby and I also share the same date for our own anniversary (February 4th), but we'll only be married seven years this year. I must admit, fifty years is quite a milestone, so a nice family picture they don't expect will be a pleasant surprise for them. However...

    I have two problems with this: We have to go out of our way to a mall (we all know how much I love malls...insert sarcasm here) I haven't even been to in over twenty years; and we all have to wear the same outfits (white shirt and blue jeans). Why do we all have to wear the same clothes? Apparently, the teenagers are giving their parents a hard time about what they want to wear, so Hubby's oldest sister is making us all wear the same outfits. That's just stupid. In my opinion, if you can't make your kids dress up ONE TIME for a picture for their grandparents, maybe they just shouldn't be in the picture at all. But I'm just the youngest sister-in-law, an outsider, if you will. My opinion doesn't count.

    Hubby will be late for the picture, as well. He has to trek 40 miles in traffic, making it there an hour later (at the earliest) than the scheduled appointment because he has to work. This is not going to be fun.

    I'll just be glad when it's over and I can go home and relax in the peace and quiet of my humble abode. Since tomorrow's a school holiday and I don't have to go to work, I can use that time to recover.

    Imagine me trying to find parking, lugging a diaper bag, an eleven-month-old (hopefully not crabby) infant, and my own six-months-pregnant fat ass.

    Think of me at 5 p.m. I'll be at my wits' end.

    Saturday, January 14, 2006

    What's New?...

    Today, Jack tried chocolate pudding. Posted by Picasa

    See the picture below, as well. Heh...

    He loved it! Posted by Picasa

    And you DON'T want to see his diaper as a result of it! I'll just tell you it looked the same coming out as it did going in...because you asked and all. *Insert chuckle here.*

    Friday, January 13, 2006

    Happy Friday the 13th...

    In celebration of such a "lucky" day, here are some completely useless facts/superstitions/coincidences regarding the number 13. Enjoy!

    *According to Smithsonian Magazine "fear of the #13 costs American a billion dollars per year in absenteeism, train and plane cancellations, and reduced commerce on the 13th of the month."

    *Fear of Friday the 13th dates back to Nordic Mythology. Many of their thirteenth Gods met with violent deaths, such as Loki, the trickster.

    *Ancient Romans regarded the number 13 as a symbol of death, destruction and misfortune.

    *Lizzy Borden uttered a total of 13 words at her trial.

    *There were 13 original colonies.

    *A witches coven consists of 13 members.

    *Tarot Card number 13 is the Death Card, depicting the Grim Reaper
    (although it is read as transition or change and not literal death).

    *Hotels rarely have a room number 13. Usually it is called 12a or 14. Same with floors of buildings and the elevators without a #13 button. Highways sometimes will skip exit 13 altogether also.

    *There are 13 steps leading to the gallows.

    *There are 13 knots in a hangman's noose.

    *There are 13 feet which the guillotine blade falls.

    *The driver of Princess Diana hit pillar #13 at Place de l'Alma when she was killed in Paris, France.

    *There were 13 people, Christ and his 12 disciples, in attendance at the last supper. This is where the Christian belief ties in, making Friday a believed unlucky day, as the crucifixtion occurred on a Friday.

    *Certain ocean liners will be held in dock until after midnight to appease passenger's fears on Friday the 13th.

    *A British study concluded that even though there were less cars on the road on Friday the 13th (as compared with other Fridays) more accidents were reported.

    *Trisadekaphobia is the technical name for fear of Friday the 13th.

    *Apollo 13, 1970, the 13th mission launched from pad #39 (13 x 3), mission was aborted, after an explosion occurred in the fuel cell of their service module. The rocket had left launcing pad at 13:13 CST and the date was April 13th.

    *E pluribus Unum has 13 letters.

    *The US Seal has 13 stars, bars, feathers in the eagle's tail, 13 bars in one claw, 13 olive branches in the other.

    *A "quatrorzieme" is a professional 14th guest hired by the French who had only 13 guests in attendance for dinner, who felt that was unlucky.

    *A baker's dozen consists of 13 for a reason! So the story goes a witch near Albany, NY demanded 13 items every time she came in to a particular bakery, and one day the old baker could not afford her extra biscuit. She sneered some strange words at the man, and he suffered terrible luck from then on, until he brought her another 13 rolls. After that life was once again easy for the baker and word spread around town. The custom is still sometimes practiced today.

    Did you learn anything new today?

    Thursday, January 12, 2006

    My Two Cents On Yesterday's Most Ridiculous News Story...

    Did they really think we didn't already know it? I mean, really. We all know that Brad Pitt was screwing around with Angelina Jolie and that's what broke up his marriage to Jennifer Aniston. As lousy as that is to do to another person, I cannot say I have any pity for Ms. Aniston. She didn't want to stop making movies to have a family with one of the hottest guys in Hollywood. She just wanted to keep working. If I were her, I would've gotten drunk last night...for my own stupidity.

    Can you blame him for searching elsewhere? Maybe she just wasn't everything America thought she was. Maybe Jennifer Aniston has nasty habits that Brad Pitt just can't put up with. Maybe she picks her teeth at the dinner table or farts loudly in elevators or maybe she has a body odor problem or doesn't wash you-know-where frequently enough. Whatever it was, it was enough to drive Brad Pitt away and into the arms of the Devil Homewrecker, Ms. Angelina Jolie. Yeah, she's hot and she probably doesn't have Ms. Aniston's nasty habits. I'm sure, though, in time Brad will leave her because of her own nasty habits, as well. Ms. Jolie probably likes to have sex with animals; she probably doesn't keep her bathroom clean; and she probably forgets to take her tampons out. That's my take on her.

    You see, Mr. Pitt likes 'em perfect. And if they're not perfect, you can believe he'll be sending 'em back, asking for a full refund.

    I'm sure that Brad Pitt's nasty habits are just as bad as his ladies' habits, though. So, let's speculate. He probably doesn't wipe his ass well enough; he probably has public masturbation issues; he's probably one of those guys who picks his nose and eats his boogers when he thinks no one is looking; and he probably doesn't call his mother often enough.

    Whatever you think about the whole Jennifer Aniston/Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie love triangle/Hollywood disaster breakup/torrid affair/broken hearted doesn't matter. Why? Because they're all wiping their asses with hundred dollar bills and could care less about anything that doesn't involve them.

    Everyone knows Hollywood romances never work out. Anyone who has to "act" or "lie" for a living can't possibly be trusted. How would you ever know if they were "acting" or "lying" to you on a daily basis? Duh. If you ask me, which I know you are, they all deserve whatever misery they create for themselves.

    I only feel bad for the baby and the millions and millions of dollars he/she will eventually inherit. Hollywood parents always fuck up their kids. At least, they'll have the money to send him/her to therapy.

    Watch Angelina have a little girl just like her. And Brad will keep divorcing and marrying younger and younger women for the rest of his life. And Jennifer will die lonely, an old maid, who never had time to think of anyone but herself.

    Touche, pussycats. Those are my two cents.

    Wednesday, January 11, 2006

    How Things Have Changed...

    It's amazing to see how much things in this country can change over the course of time. I found these statistics from 1902 and was astounded by them. I wanted to share these with you because I thought they were very interesting. Enjoy!

    United States statistics for the year 1902:
    *The average life expectancy in the U.S. was forty-seven (47).
    *Only 14 Percent of the homes in the U.S. had a bathtub.
    *Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone. A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
    *There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S. and only 144 miles of paved roads.
    *The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
    *Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California. With a mere 1.4 million residents, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.
    *The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.
    *The average wage in the U.S. was 22 cents an hour.
    *The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
    *A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
    *More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. took place at home.
    *Ninety percent of all U.S. physicians had no college education. Instead, they attended medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard."
    *Sugar cost four cents a pound. Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen. Coffee cost fifteen cents a pound.
    *Most women only washed their hair once a month and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
    *Canada passed a law prohibiting poor people from entering the country for any reason.
    *The five leading causes of death in the U.S. were:
    1. Pneumonia and influenza
    2. Tuberculosis
    3. Diarrhea
    4. Heart disease
    5. Stroke
    *The American flag had 45 stars. Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
    *The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was 30.
    *Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented.
    *There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
    *One in ten US adults couldn't read or write. Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
    *Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at corner drugstores. According to one pharmacist, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach and the bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health."
    *Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic.
    *There were only about 230 reported murders in the entire U.S.

    Crazy, isn't it?

    Tuesday, January 10, 2006

    Send Some Love...

    Do me a favor and go to My Sister's blog. Send some lovin' her way because the drama in her household is escalating. Scroll down the posts to understand. A little background on what's causing the drama:

    *Her soon-to-be-eighteen-year-old daughter is moving out on her birthday in eleven days. Apparently, she's not "old enough" to make a mature decision about going to college, but she's "responsible enough" to move out on her own. She's moving out because she's foolish...plain and simple. She has everything anyone could ever want and she's giving it all up because "she wants to." Mind you, this is no abused child; this is a spoiled rotten child who thinks it's easy out there in the real world. She also still has to finish out her last year in high school because she's not done yet.

    *She's making the lives of everyone in their household a living hell, even her four-year-old brother's. She has no idea how much she's hurting everyone around her with her attitude, her arrogance, her self-centeredness. She's on Planet MeMeMe.

    *My Sister's and her husband's hearts are breaking, watching their reckless daughter make rash decisions, stomping on everyone's feelings in the process. She's not even nice to them, even though they've given her the world ten times over.

    So, send My Sister some love. She needs it right now.

    Monday, January 09, 2006


    Getting back to school after the long holiday break is never easy. Coming back after summer is always harder, though. Kids tend to forget lots of things that they've previously learned, no matter how long the vacation.

    When I asked a kid in class who the first man to walk on the moon was, his reply was,
    "Lance Armstrong."

    It's going to be a long week, folks.

    Sunday, January 08, 2006

    My Baby's Eleven Months Old Today...

    Dear Baby Jack,

    I can't believe you're eleven months old today. It seems like just yesterday when I brought you home from the hospital. You were so tiny, the tiniest baby I'd ever held. And you were mine. I remember looking at your Papa when we were leaving the hospital and telling him, "I can't believe they're letting US take him home. We don't know what they hell we're doing!" Quickly, though, we did figure out how to be your parents. You didn't come with an instruction manual, but we wrote our very own with time, practice, and patience on your part. You must've been thinking, "Who the hell are these people and why do they keep snuggling me?" You sure didn't mind the snuggling and neither did we. Even now, we cuddle like there's no tomorrow and you've grown used to it.

    In another month, you'll be turning one year old. I can't believe I'm your Mother. I can't believe you came out of my body. I can't believe you haven't taken me back for a full refund. I think you're happy with me, though. You have quite a personality and you can get into your moods, but so can the rest of us. You have added a dimension to my life that didn't exist before you came around. I love being your Mama. I love having a son.

    Your eleven months old today. Even writing that makes my eyes well up with tears. You're your own little person, an extension of me and your Papa. You're sweet, sassy, active and you make me run around after you, making sure you don't bite the cords of the lamps (which you love to do). You like to play with electrical outlets; thankfully, they have childproof plugs in them that even I can't get off. You like to step on the dog's head and body and try to stand on her. Java's a great dog because she just sleeps through it all.

    You're very strong, physically. You push your little Radio Flyer wagon all over the house, walking on tippy toes. You're getting better at using it, though. You seem to have much more control and you're starting to walk with your feet flat when you push it. You like to go into my bathroom and play with the shampoo and moisturizer bottles. You stand there and take them off of the table one by one, throwing them on the floor until the table is empty. You like to pull books off of bookshelves, too. When I'm in the kitchen, you like to play with ladles, measuring spoons, wooden spoons, cookie sheets, and whisks. You quickly figured out that the ladle is meant to be dipped into the dog's water bowl (thank you, Food Network, for teaching him how to use a ladle) and the water is meant to be worn by you. You like to swim in Java's water bowl often, too.

    You have learned so many things in such a short amount of time. You love to speak your language, Jackanese (the term coined by Grandma and Uncle). You spew out polysyllabic sounds loudly to participate in the conversations going on around you. Everyone just stops to listen to what you have to say, smiling at the signs of your emerging language development. You use emphasis when you speak. We know when you're angry, frustrated, delighted, or feeling mischievous. You're full of a lot of mischief, you know. You and I have a new game we play; it's called "Hide and Seek" or "I'm Going to Get You, You Better Run." I hide, you find me, I chase you, you crawl like mad to get away, I grab you and kiss you, you giggle and pee. I love that game.

    You also have your highchair games, too. In fact, you learned a new one just yesterday; How to Feed the Dog From Your Highchair, where you drop food to her on purpose and watch her eat it up. You also play the following: I'm Going to Spit This All Over You; I'm Going to Scream Until You Get Me Outta Here; Hurry Up and Give Me More; Let's See How Far the Food Will Go When It's Thrown; and You Can't Make Me. We enjoy all of these games because they are part of your discovery of the world around you. I'm the lucky Mama that gets to be a part of that.

    You eat table foods like no one's business. You love toast with seedless jelly, toast lightly spread with peanut butter (about once a week), grilled cheese sandwiches, spaghetti (but only when you're in the mood for it), any kind of yogurt, Grandma's homemade meatballs, potatoes, green beans, carrots, cheese and crackers, scrambled eggs. You name it. You're willing to try anything. When you like something, you raise your eyebrows and let out a high pitched hum. When you don't like something, you just don't keep it in your mouth. It's a pleasure watching you try new things. It's an even greater pleasure to see the resulting diapers that show me you were okay with each new food item. Heh...

    Socially, you still have some stranger anxiety, but that will pass soon enough. You're adored by all who know you. You frequently put on "shows" where you bust out all the tricks you know to everyone around you. It's like you're saying, "Hey! Look what I can do now!" You understand praise when you see everyone clapping. You smile so often it makes me all mushy inside. How did I get so lucky to have such a wonderful son like you?

    I'm going to enjoy every moment of your babyhood because it doesn't last long. I just want you to know that, from Day One, you've been the love of my life, the man of my dreams. And I am going to be the best Mama I can be to you for the rest of your precious life. Nothing in the world can duplicate the feelings I have when I'm with you. You have grown so much in eleven months, and so have I. You're the peanut butter and I am the jelly. We make a great team.


    P.S. Thank you for giving me the title of "Mama." I wouldn't have it if it weren't for you. Hearing you say it is music to my ears.

    Saturday, January 07, 2006

    Christmas Is Dead... least in this house it is. Yesterday, I took down all of the Christmas decorations, Hubby took down the tree and put it away, and we did some rearranging in our living and dining rooms. It was quite a day.

    Now, I'm left with a bare wall in my dining room where I will gradually being adding framed family pictures. It's time, I think.

    I love the new look of the rooms, especially with Jack's toys where they are currently located. My living room has officially turned into Jack's play place. I don't mind at all. It just reminds me of when I would sit back and think about how great it would be to have baby toys all over the place. Now, my dream has come true; plus, they're more centrally located for my little guy and he has access to all of them. An added bonus is that they're easier to clean up if they're not just everywhere all at once.

    I think Jack's enjoying the new looks of the living and dining rooms, too. He doesn't even seem to notice that the Christmas tree is gone. The house looks so clean and fresh now. While I love decorating for the holidays, I love it even more when I take everything down and put it away. It's like getting a new home all over again.

    Jack was so unbelievably good while we were busy rearranging our living space. He played by himself most of the time and didn't fuss at all. I think he enjoyed being able to be by himself with us still in the room, hard at work. He didn't have to worry about anything, just playing.

    My in-laws came over last night and it was nice to see them. Jack is still terrified of my father-in-law, though, for whatever reasons. He did, however, warm up to him nicely, on his own turf, of course. He never took his eyes off of him, though. It was like he wanted to make sure he knew where he was at all times, so as not to be surprised by his presence. It's getting better, I must admit. At least he doesn't cry and scream nonstop when my father-in-law is around anymore. He only cries occasionally, during play time, when he remembers he's there.

    Today will be a quiet day. Hubby and Blondie are at work. And Jack and I will be staying home. My parents are having company later and I know they're busy getting ready for that, so I don't want us to get in the way. Later on, Blondie will make chili for dinner. God help us (just kidding!). Tomorrow is Hubby's Christmas party for work, where Blondie, Jack, and I will meet him. They'll be playing Whirlyball, since I can't, being preggers and all. It'll be quite an excursion for Baby Jack, so we need to rest today to make up for all the rest we won't get tomorrow.

    I go back to work on Monday, so this is my last weekend to enjoy before the chaos begins all over again. At least I only have four more months to go at work before this baby's born. Then, a whole new chaos begins.

    Here's to a great weekend for all of us!

    Friday, January 06, 2006

    Is It Fate?...

    This is my destiny and... Posted by Picasa

    ...this is my husband's. Posted by Picasa

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    Long-Awaited Belly Pics: Exactly 23 Weeks Along Today...

    From the side... Posted by Picasa

    ...and from the front... Posted by Picasa

    You be the judge. Boy or girl? Click here for the picture (or see yesterday's post) of when I was nine months pregnant with my son, just eleven short months ago. Today, I am exactly 23 weeks along in this pregnancy. Your guess on the sex is as good as mine. Tell me what you think. I'm curious. Keep in mind, however, that Jack was my first pregnancy and it wasn't even a year ago that I was pregnant.

    I feel as if I'm carrying this one a little lower than I carried Jack. It could be that everything inside is still so damned stretched out and never really had a chance to get back to normal before I filled that uterus again.

    So there you have it...the long-awaited belly pics that all of you keep asking me to post. How do I look? You don't have to tell me I'm still a hottie; I already know that. Heh...

    Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    Not Even A Year Ago...

    I can't believe Jack was ever that little... Posted by Picasa

    ...or that I was ever that big! Posted by Picasa

    And in just a few months, there will be another human addition in this house. I'll try to take a current belly pic soon. I'm getting bigger; I can feel it.

    It's just so hard to believe that the two pictures above were taken less than a year ago. My life has changed so much in that time...for the better. It's funny how in less than two years, I'll have gone from a DINK (double income, no kids) to a MILF (mother I'd love to f---).

    I can't believe in a few months, I'll be the mother of children...CHILDREN...that's plural. Holy shit!

    Tuesday, January 03, 2006

    Unsolicited Advice To No One In Particular...

    1. Stay at home as long as you can. Turning eighteen does not mean you're ready for adult responsibilities. Going to college helps you discipline yourself in more ways than one. Go while you're young.

    2. Living with roommates is not as easy as it looks on TV. Compromise is key with everything.

    3. Having an emergency credit card is nice. Classify your "emergencies" wisely. Chocolate and nail polish are not considered emergencies.

    4. If you're going to venture out into this world on your own, then do it on your own. Pay your own way for everything and don't look to anyone for handouts. Nothing in real life is free.

    5. Listen to your Mother.

    6. Pick your battles wisely. You can't possibly fight about everything with everyone and you're not always going to win each time. Life isn't about winning arguments.

    7. Learn to be stubborn for the right reasons.

    8. Pay your own bills. Roommates are fun until they can't pay their own way. Don't be "the freeloader."

    9. Make all decisions with your head, not your heart. Be smart about your choices. What you choose to do now will affect you greatly later.

    10. Never spend more than you make. Little expenses add up quickly. If you can't afford your bills, you should stay home until you can. A car and its maintenance, a cell phone, health and car insurances, and the like all cost plenty of money. Go to school, earn your degree, and earn real money that will be able to sustain your lifestyle.

    11. Should you fail, you won't be the first one who did. Don't be foolish. Know when you're at your limit and be smart enough to swallow your pride and go back home.

    12. Remember to eat, and always clean up after yourself when you do. No one likes a filthy roommate. This means you can't leave dirty tampons on the floor of your room. No one will pick them up for you.

    13. Keep your head on straight. The novelty of living with friends will soon fade and your relationships will change. Be ready for that.

    Monday, January 02, 2006

    Bananas Can Be Hazardous To Your Health...

    Baby Jack has been trying new foods lately, along with drinking from a sippy cup now. He's been rejecting everything that comes from a jar and gets to his mouth via a spoon, so we decided to jump on the table foods bandwagon. He seems much more interested in whatever we're eating, so it appeared to be time to transition him to regular, non-baby foods. He's six days shy of eleven months old, so I don't see the big deal in letting him broaden his palatal horizons.

    So far, he's infatuated with crackers, peanut butter on toast, seedless jelly on toast, and my Mother's homemade meatballs. He shuns pasta, but maybe he'll like it in time. We know he's not allergic to peanut butter because we didn't wind up in the emergency room with him because of it. However, his experience with a banana this morning could've landed him there if I hadn't known what to do. Read on.

    He was rejecting the teeny tiny pieces of banana that I had put on his tray, so I let him gnaw on one while I held it. Well, he bit off a large chunk and started choking on it. (Relax...I knew what to do and it all ended up just fine.) I grabbed him out of his highchair, turned him upside down, and patted his back hard three times. Out flew a large chunk of banana and all was well with the world again. The whole incident lasted only mere seconds, but it was enough time to stop Hubby and I in our tracks and give us both several new gray hairs. Afterward, the dog cleaned up the mess and Jack just kept on eating like nothing had happened. He won't, however, be gnawing on any bananas anytime soon. Live and learn, I guess.

    Whatever we eat is what Jack wants to eat now, so he's officially entering the world of gastronomic pleasures. Oh, I sometimes wish I were him right now for the sole purpose of experiencing new food sensations. I wonder what he thinks of when he tries something new...

    Sunday, January 01, 2006

    My New Year's Eve With Three Special Men...

    Hubby, my Brother ("Uncle"), and Baby Jack were bonding with cars. Posted by Picasa

    Last night, I spent my New Year's Eve my favorite way in the whole wide world...with three very special men in my life: my Husband, my Brother, and my Son. My Brother came over with spaghetti and meatballs that my Mom had made for us. Whether he realizes it or not, my Brother has come over every New Year's Eve for the past several years, even before Baby Jack was born.

    My Brother is a recovering alcoholic, seven years (going on eight) sober now. He's one of the strongest men I know, so spending New Year's Eve with him every year is one of my little joys in life. Sobriety has taught him many things; it has taught me many things, as well. I value his presence in my life more than ever. He and I have always been very close, in good times and bad. We've learned a lot from each other over the years. And he's not just my Brother, he's my Friend, too. That's one of the reasons why Baby Jack's middle name is my Brother's first name; he means that much to me.

    New Year's Eve is mostly for amateurs, in my opinion. It's been several years since I've gone out and celebrated it by imbibing on too many cocktails. I don't miss it, to be honest. And with being pregnant and all, it's not like I could toss back a few now anyway. I was pregnant last New Year's Eve, too, so drinking isn't something that I've done for a while. In fact, if all the alcohol on the planet were eliminated, it wouldn't change my life one bit. It's not a priority for me. I'm not against drinking, nor do I swear it off or look down on people who drink; I just don't care much about it. Plus, I don't have time in my schedule for a hangover. It just doesn't top my list of things I need to do. Having a drink now and then (while not pregnant, of course) is fine; getting shitfaced is not.

    I spent last night with three of the most important people in my life and I like it that way. Baby Jack and his Uncle bonded like mad and had a great time doing it. Every toy in the house was played with multiple times. I took great pleasure in watching. I don't know who had more fun: my three favorite guys or me.

    We went to bed early and missed the changing of the clock to a new year, but we certainly heard the fireworks outside. We were safe, warm, and snug in our bed, having enjoyed a wonderful evening that consisted of quality family time. It's how I like it and I wouldn't change it for anything.

    I hope your New Year's Eve was memorable, like mine was. I am so happy right now, I could burst. Hopefully, it's a New Year's Eve tradition that will continue for us for a long, long time. I can't think of a better way to spend it than the way I have for the past several years. And last night was the best of them all.

    Thanks, Brother. Thank you for being who you are to me. You are loved more than you'll ever know.