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  • Friday, August 31, 2007

    I Don't Know What To Think About This...

    What type of person do you attract?
    Your Result: You attract Yuppies!

    You attract the very well-dressed, job oriented type of people. They usually have their finances together, are 'middle of the road' on most topics, generally happy with the 'main-stream' of things. If it is stability you are after, these are good people to attract, if you seek adventure, it may be time for an overhaul.

    You attract artsy people!
    You attract geeks!
    You attract models!
    You attract unstable people!
    You attract rednecks!
    What type of person do you attract?
    Quizzes for MySpace

    Thursday, August 30, 2007

    Toddlerhood Times Two...


    This is my life and I love it.

    Wednesday, August 29, 2007

    These Are The Pictures On My Desk At Work...

    Jack sure loves his Mommy.

    Livie really is saying, "Cheese," here.

    This boy has best bedhead ever. And, yeah, I did take this first thing in the morning. He even smiled for me.

    She's an angel; she has wings to prove it. Can't you see the halo?

    Is it any wonder why I'm going to miss them so much when I'm at work?

    Tuesday, August 28, 2007

    Okay, NOW I'm Getting Pissed...

    Here we go again.

    I wanted to post the pictures I took of the kids today because these are the pictures I'm going to frame and put on my desk at work when I go back on Wednesday.

    Of course, B1ogg3r doesn't want to cooperate. What else is new? What is it with B1ogg3r these days? Every time I want to post a picture or a video, it doesn't want to do it. The icons to do so aren't even there right now. This is fucked up.

    I'd write a letter to them detailing my dissatisfaction with them as of late, but I doubt they'd ever get it.


    In other news, I've been nominated for a "Nice Matters Award" by HoosierGirl5. I'd post the award and the link to her blog, but B1ogg3r is being a fuckhead today and I am not able to do so. Does my current disdain and urge to spit venom at B1ogg3r still make me eligible to receive that "Nice Matters Award?"

    Monday, August 27, 2007

    Go Figure...

    I had this really cool, short video of the kids that I wanted to upload here. I tried three times and failed each time. Leave it to B1oog3r to screw me yet again.

    Maybe it's time for my own domain. Yeesh.

    Sunday, August 26, 2007

    But, But, But...

    Picture me screaming this at the top of my lungs.
    (My first day back will be Wednesday, unless I win the lottery.)

    Saturday, August 25, 2007

    Life Is Funny...

    It's funny how six months ago, my heart was aching because my boy wasn't talking. Now, we're carrying on full conversations.

    It's funny how two-and-a-half months ago, I was worried because my daughter wouldn't walk; she preferred her cockeyed crawl. Now, she runs.

    It's funny how it seems like only yesterday when my belly button wasn't directly between my boobs. Yeah...breastfeeding will do that to you.


    Friday, August 24, 2007

    Drink Your Tea...

    The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water. Maybe it's time we adopt their drinking habit while eating.

    For those who like to drink cold water, this is applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this "sludge" reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.

    A serious note about heart attacks - You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting. Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line.

    You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. Sixty percent of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware.

    The more we know, the better chance we could survive.

    Thursday, August 23, 2007

    Perfect In Every Way To Me...

    Jack was evaluated yesterday by his OT's supervisor. Things went very well. In fact, they went so well that I gave myself a pat on the back for reading everything I could about Sensory Processing Disorder (there is no book that I don't have); joining online support groups of mothers who have kids with SPD; educating myself about SPD in every way, shape, and form; trekking to the playgroups all summer; doing "homework" with Jack; the list goes on and on. All I know is that I've busted my ass with this kid and it shows.

    I was asked a battery of questions (the Infant/Toddler Sensory Profile) which I answered honestly. His score in each area would determine if he was hypersensitive, typical, or hyposensitive in those areas. His vestibular, auditory, and visual scores put him in the "typical" range, which means he's like any other kid. His oral score was one point into hypersensitive, which means there's a reason why he's constantly putting everything into his mouth. His tactile score was one point into hyposensitive, which explains why he's constantly seeking physical input (rough play, different textures on his skin, running, etc.).

    One point. One point. One point and he would've been considered "typical" in all fields. Yeesh.

    What that means to me is that his sensory issues are very, very mild compared to some kids (which is exactly what his DT had told me). He has only been seeing his OT since March and I was told by her supervisor that he has made significant progress. He is not the same boy he was five months ago. She also pointed out that, if he were autistic, he would never have made this kind of progress so quickly. I can still, of course, get a medical diagnostic done on him to rule out anything else and to get a concrete diagnosis of SPD.

    Honestly, I think he's going to outgrow it all. I, myself, banged my head for twelve years. And the only reason I stopped was because my friends weren't doing it. To this day, if I start banging my head or rocking, it's like I never stopped at all. It's soooooo comfortable to me.

    Jack is like me in so many ways. And I think I've done pretty damn well.

    (SIDENOTE: Just so you know, Tuesday was "Hell Day" with the boy. He was getting into trouble all day long. By the end of the night, I'd cried my eyes out and felt completely defeated. And then, today happened and this ray of sunshine has given me hope, yet again. I keep forgetting he's only two-and-a-half and he's supposed to be contrary. And I keep forgetting I'm only human and even I can get frustrated.)

    Wednesday, August 22, 2007

    Shooting The Beaver...

    This is a post of pure fluff. I'm trying to draw my mind away from the fact that I'll be back at work in exactly one week. Gah! Enjoy the joke below.

    A 90-year-old man went to his doctor for his annual check-up. The
    doctor asked him how he's feeling. The 90-year-old says, "I've never
    felt better. I have an 18-year-old bride who is pregnant with my child.
    What do you think about that?"

    The doctor considers his question for a minute and then begins, "I have
    a friend who is an avid hunter and never misses a season. One day when
    he was going out in a bit of a hurry, he accidentally picked up his
    umbrella instead of his gun. When he got to the creek, he saw a prime
    beaver sitting beside the stream of water. He raised his umbrella and
    went 'Bang, bang' and the beaver fell over dead. What do you think of

    The 90-year-old said, "I'd say somebody else shot that beaver."

    The doctor replied....."Exactly."

    Tuesday, August 21, 2007

    Pay It Forward...

    I'm participating in a "Pay It Forward" challenge. I learned about this from Lisa (her blog is private, so you'd have to sign in to see it), who learned about it from Alice.

    The first 3 commenters to this post asking to participate will, in the next year, receive a fun crafty item hand-made by yours truly. In return, you must post this on your blog and in the next year send the first 3 people to request something in return.

    A year is a long time to figure out and make something to send... just don't let it be so long that it gets forgotten! I've mostly seen the rules to send something hand-made, but if you are not the crafty sort, make up your own rules... I'd say just make sure whatever you send is something fun that you yourself would love to receive! If not crafty, perhaps something unique to the area where you live.

    So, get your comments in! The first three will get a hand-made surprise from me within the next year. And, you, too will have to pay it forward. I'll be posting a picture of the swap, as well. This is going to be fun!

    Ready. Set. Go!

    Monday, August 20, 2007


    This is my one-thousandth post and I've had just under 100,000 visitors here.

    Several years ago, I started this blog. I had ditched it (and deleted my posts) to go to Diaryland and wound up coming back here anyway. I liked that I had more options here. While my Diaryland blog ("From the Desk of Spitfire") was essentially my pregnancy blog with Jack (documenting the hormonally-induced emotional roller coaster that I was) and also what I like to refer to as "The Blog That Documented When I Was Really Selfish & Opinionated," this blog has become my therapy.

    I came back here, wrote one post, and then didn't write again for three weeks. I had given birth to my son. Since then, this blog has become somewhat of a Mommy blog. That's fine with me.

    Due to my daily blogging, I have a written account of my pregnancies with Jack and Liv and their births; my husband's back surgery; my Gram's death; my quest for my Masters degree; and many other things that occur in Eatmiseryland. You have seen a written account of my life unfolding before your eyes. I don't ever share everything, but what I do share here, I am comfortable sharing.

    I have never been so dedicated to something so involving, other than motherhood. I have posted every single day, unless I was giving birth, hospitalized, or on vacation. Other than those absences, you have always been able to click on your link to me and see a new post. That says something about my character, I think. I'm obsessive, reliable, and steadfast. I am me.

    I have let you watch my children grow. That's powerful. And I thank you for letting me share my joys and frustrations with you.

    While many bloggers come and go, I don't intend on leaving the Blogosphere just yet. I enjoy this and have "met" some wonderful people in this realm. This is my therapy. Without it, I'd have no outlet.

    Here's to another 10,000 posts! If you're reading, leave a comment and let me know you came by. It's nice to see who's coming around.

    Sunday, August 19, 2007

    You Are What You Eat...

    You Are A Chocolate Ice Cream Girl

    Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

    Saturday, August 18, 2007

    Climbing To New Levels...

    My son Jack is a monkey. He has truly discovered what his little body can do, despite the dangers he encounters.

    This morning, he climbed into Livie's high chair and sat in it. This is not an easy chair to do that with, considering he's three feet tall! He's very careful getting into it; he watches his balance, believe it or not. He can also get out, which is a good thing.

    He also did something else.

    He made it onto the dining room table and was playing with the chandelier. We knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. Today was the day. And Hubby and I were BOTH home to witness it.

    I realize he's going to climb. I realize that he may fall sometimes. I am also in the midst of realizing that I'm going to have to handcuff him to me so he doesn't get in trouble every minute of every single day.

    This boy is giving me a run for my money. I've lost ten pounds being home from work this summer and it's all due to the terrible two's.


    Friday, August 17, 2007

    Pickel's Giveaway...

    If you're interested, Pickel has some really cool stuff she's giving away for babies. Check out this post on her giveaway and enter.

    She's going to give away some excellent sign language DVD's from Signing Time. Pickel is one of the contributors (like me) to Chicago Moms Blog, which seems to be making lots of positive headlines in the newspapers lately.

    Add yourself to the list and make sure you leave a comment! Good luck!

    Thursday, August 16, 2007


    In thirteen days, I will be going back to work.

    Yeah. NOT happy about it. I looked back at my posts from last year and the year before (this time of year) and they have something in common. Ever since I became a Mother, back-to-school took on a whole new meaning for me.


    Before I was a Mother, I looked forward to it. Now, I just want to run, kicking and screaming. I don't want to leave my babies, but I have to make money. This sucks. Yeah, I get summers off with them, but that makes it so much harder to get back into the groove. I'll adjust, but I won't like it.

    In fact, on August 29th I'll take pictures of the wood underneath my fingernails. It'll be from my hardwood floors as I claw and scratch my way out the door on the way to work.

    It's funny. Every year, I feel the same way. And every year, that feeling only gets worse. I am so blue right now.

    Wednesday, August 15, 2007

    That's Why I Let My Kids Play In The Mud...

    There have been so many toys recalled lately due to lead paint that it makes me wonder what the hell's really going on. Who's freakin' job is it to inspect the toys to make sure they're safe? And how much are they getting paid to slack off? This incenses me to no end.

    I am so scared to buy any toys anymore from anywhere, regardless of where they were made. Nothing seems safe anymore. I have a million reasons to be afraid.

    One reason is Jack's sensory processing disorder. He's a sensory seeker, which means he explores with all of his senses, a thousand times more than a "neurotypical" kid would. Jack touches, smells, and tastes everything in his path. This means that when he sees an interesting object, he picks it up, smells it, and puts it directly into his mouth. Do you see where I'm going with this?

    Since Jack has SPD, I have to be so careful with what I have in the house. If there's even a remote chance that a toy will have lead paint on it, it's in the trash. I can't take any chances.

    I've read about so many toy recalls in the last two weeks that I'm very skeptical on buying any more ever again. I feel safer letting the kids play in the yard with the mud, the water, the sand, and the rocks. At least I know that they won't be ingesting lead-based paints from Elmo or Dora.

    As far as I'm concerned, I'm boycotting all the toy industries until I see clear proof that my children will be safe. It makes me wonder if it's all some sort of huge terrorist conspiracy. I know it's a stretch, but what would the nation do if all its children were poisoned?

    Cross-Posted at Chicago Moms Blog

    Monday, August 13, 2007

    Another Reason To Go Back-To-School Shopping...

    If you happen to be purchasing Elmer's School Glue for your kids because it's on their supply lists, there's another great reason to pick up an extra one, just in case.

    A thin layer of Elmer's School Glue across your nose will remove blackheads once it's dried and peeled away.

    I betcha didn't know that. You can thank me for saving you money. Elmer's School Glue beats Biore any day. Heh.

    Sausage Balls...

    No, it's not what you think.

    I made these the other day to see if I could get Jack to eat some meat. Lo and behold, he loved them. And it's so simple.

    3 cups of Bisquick
    2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese
    1 pound of bulk pork sausage

    Mix all the ingredients together and form them into balls. If your balls are 1-inch, you bake them for 15 minutes at 350 degrees. If your balls are bigger, adjust the time accordingly. You'll know when they're done because they're lightly brown and they smell fantastic. And they're delicious; just ask Jack!

    Yeesh. Now that I read through what I just wrote, it sounds a bit perverted. However, I'm not going to change it. If you don't try the recipe, at least you can laugh when you read it aloud!

    Sunday, August 12, 2007

    I Wear My Sunglasses At Night...

    These were the pictures B1oog3r wouldn't let me post yesterday. Say hello to the coolest kids in Eatmiseryland.
    Their Mommy also kicks ass. Heh.

    Saturday, August 11, 2007

    Raining On My Parade...

    For whatever reason, B1ogg3r wouldn't let me post any pictures when I wrote this post. Damn! I have two really good ones of the kids wearing their sunglasses.

    Do you know how hard it is to get Jack to wear sunglasses? Do you know how hard it is to get Livie to wear sunglasses? Do you know how hard it is to get pictures of these kids without either one of them trying to snatch the camera out of my hands? Or worse...putting their sticky, greasy little fingers on my lens?

    Yeah, thanks a lot B1ogg3r. I spent all last evening psyched about putting these cute pictures on here and you've got to go and ruin my fun. Just for that, I'm going to buy my own URL. Bastards!

    This is hell, I tell ya.

    Friday, August 10, 2007

    What Did She Say?...

    She speaks!

    Much of the time, Livie babbles with inflection, as if there's a real conversation going on. Really, she's the only one who understands what she's saying when she spews out her litany of compound and complex sentences. However, she has definitely caught on to the principles of communication, right down to waiting until the other person is done speaking before she takes her turn. She's learning new words and phrases every day. It's quite interesting to hear words come out of her mouth. She's just a baby.

    When Livie is done eating, whether it's a snack or a meal, she says, "All done." If something gets put away, she says, "All gone."

    If she wants to touch something she's not supposed to touch, she looks at us and says, "No, no, no!"

    When we blow bubbles, she jumps and shouts the word, "bubbles," because she wants more.

    She has a Pablo doll (from The Backyardigans) and an Elmo doll which she calls by their names. She also yells "Dora" if she sees Dora the Explorer come on TV.

    She can identify many pictures by name on flash cards that we have. And when Jack has his speech therapy visits, she tries to shout out the answers before he does.

    Livie's cup fell over at dinner last night and she said, "Goddammit!" Twice.

    She's sixteen months old. We start 'em young around here.

    Thursday, August 09, 2007

    Three Plus One...

    This is, by far, one of the most moving posts I've read lately. The picture alone speaks volumes.

    Read it and you'll agree.

    Wednesday, August 08, 2007

    A Letter To My Kids...

    Dear Children,

    You both are another month older today. I can't believe how fast it's gone by. Jack, you're exactly two-and-a-half years old today. And, Liv, you're exactly sixteen months old today. The two of you are like two peas in a pod. You're inseparable. Livie, you mimic your brother in every way possible. Everything he does, you do, too. And, Jack, you've discovered just how high your body can take you. I tell ya, there's never a dull moment in this house.

    Jack, since you've discovered how to climb on every surface possible, I've had to save you many times from breaking your neck. It's not funny anymore. There will be no more standing on the kitchen table to try to reach the light. There will be no more teetering on the edge of the china cabinet in the living room. How the hell you get up there is anyone's guess. And please stop rolling my office chair over to the bookcases and the china cabinet in the office to get at things you're not supposed to touch. Office chairs aren't stable, but even if they were, I wouldn't condone this behavior. I also don't want you to stand on the bench in the dining room. You could fall through the bay window if you slip. I know you think it's terribly funny, but I have mini heart attacks every time I catch you doing these things. And you're so fast about it. When you see me walk into the bathroom, or go to wash a couple dishes, or change your sister's diaper, or start dinner, you're immediately finding something to get into that's dangerous. I beg you, please don't kill me with grief. You are my favorite son and something tells me you're a lot like how your Papa was when he was a boy. Just ask Grandma.

    You've also developed quite an extensive vocabulary. Unfortunately, these words would include, "shit," "fuck" (your favorite, especially in restaurants), "goddammit," "sonofabitch," and "Jesus Christ!" That's our fault. You only say what you've heard a hundred times. I've been teaching you to say, "holy cow," "shoot," and "fudge." Now, use them. And please stop saying, "Fuck!" so loud when you're frustrated. We've been working really hard on "I need help," so please use that more often. While the English teacher in me appreciates the fact that you're saying it in the correct context, I can't help but think of how that's going to affect you if you ever play T-ball. God help me.

    And're such a great little dancer. And you're so smart. You have rhythm, you use all the hand movements for our children's songs, and you also know a little bit of sign language. However, you have got to stop falling off the bed and hitting your head. You're going to knock your smarts right out. And please stop screaming at people who look at you and say hello. You're giving everyone around you a complex. I'll admit, the man walking past you on the sidewalk at Grandma's was a little scary because he had three teeth missing from the front of his mouth. However, I bet you made him feel bad the rest of the day because you screamed as if he were trying to snatch you. He meant you no harm, my dear. You're pretty and people can't resist a baby with such a sparkling personality. They don't expect to hear Satan come out of your pretty little lips.

    And you really need to stop trying to do everything your big brother does. He's getting into trouble lately and now you're trying to copy his actions. This means there will be no more jumping on the bed; no more trying to poke the dog's eyes out; no more throwing food from your highchair. This is not how a little lady behaves. I love you like an ant loves a melted lollipop sitting in the sun. I am so happy to have a daughter and I'm hoping you have a daughter of your own, just like you, someday. Heh.

    Kids, I am happy to be your Mommy. You guys are keeping me young and fit. And I wouldn't trade you for ten million dollars. I have to remember to slow down and enjoy you while you're little because you won't be little for long. Life's too short to waste time wiping up all the spills and trying to find the Cheerios you threw all over the house. There's plenty of time to do that when you go to bed at night.

    I love you!


    Tuesday, August 07, 2007

    If You Do This, Let Me Know...

    1. What is your occupation? Mom to two toddlers, English teacher, Grad student, wife, daughter, sister, friend, aunt, and general pain-in-the-ass

    2. What color are your socks right now? I'm not wearing any

    3. What are you listening to right now? the hum of my computer, the crickets outside, and the baby monitor

    4. What was the last thing that you ate? a piece of gum after dinner

    5. Can you drive a stick shift? No, and I don't care to learn.

    6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my mother-in-law

    7. Do you like the person who sent this meme to you? of course

    8. How old are you today? 35

    9. Favorite drink? ice cold water for non-alcoholic; a dirty martini for alcoholic

    10. What is your favorite sport to watch? baseball, followed closely by tennis and golf (yeah, I know...surprise, surprise!)

    11. Have you ever dyed your hair? yes, but not in the last several years; I like how my grays are coming in.

    12. Pets? a 100 lb. Chocolate Labrador

    13. Favorite food? Cold leftover spaghetti

    14. What was the last movie you watched? I honestly don't remember; that's how long it's been.

    15. What's your favorite day of the week? Monday, and moreso if it's a rainy one

    16. How do you vent anger? I scream and cry and then I get over it

    17. What was your favorite toy as a child? my Holly Hobby doll

    18. What is your favorite season? it's a tie between spring and fall

    19. Hugs or kisses? both

    20. Cherries or Blueberries? both

    21. Do you want your friends to try this meme? of course

    22. Who is most likely to respond? not a clue

    23. Who is least likely to respond? anyone who's busy running around after their kids

    24. Living arrangements? Married with two children and a dog

    25. When was the last time you cried? two days ago

    26. What is on the floor of your closet? what isn't on the floor in my closet?

    27. Who is the friend you have known the longest that you are
    sending this to? That question requires me to do math; I'm allergic to math.

    28. What did you do last night? I did some homework after I put the kids to bed.

    29. Favorite smell? clean babies and fresh laundry

    30. What inspires you? obstacles

    31. What are you afraid of? someone hurting my kids

    32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? cheeseburgers

    33. Favorite dog breed? Labradors!

    34. How many states have you lived in? only one

    35. Favorite holiday? Everyday is a holiday to me ;)

    Monday, August 06, 2007

    Important Recognition...

    SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) is finally being recognized as an official diagnosis! This is what my son Jack has. Since the onset of his language development explosion, many of his signs/symptoms have disappeared, so we're lucky. He still has others to cope with/overcome.

    These are the diagnostic codes.

    This is where I found out about it. It is recognized in the Diagnostic Manual of the Interdisciplinary Council on Developmental and Learning Disorders. This means that more professionals will be recognizing this disorder as one that is legitimate.

    This is a checklist used to detect signs, symptoms, and specific dysfunctions. SPD can be found alone or comorbid with other developmental conditions, such as autism, Asperger's syndrome, and ADHD, to name a few. Jack's three therapists do not feel he has anything more than SPD, but I can have a medical diagnostic done on him if I choose to do so.

    Many of his sensory issues are things that he'll eventually outgrow; with the remainder, he'll learn coping strategies to deal with them. In just a matter of time, with the right therapies and the right coping measures, he'll probably never even know he had SPD and no one will ever detect that. I'm pretty sure I had it, too, but there was no name for it then.

    Finally, SPD gets the recognition it deserves and more children with this disorder can be helped! Hooray!

    Sunday, August 05, 2007

    The Best Part Of Having A Little Girl...

    Letting Mommy play "Hair Salon"...

    ...and being a really, really good sport about it.

    Livie made this face (accompanied with a "No, no, no!") when I asked her if I could cut her hair.
    Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. Heh...

    Saturday, August 04, 2007

    I Am A Mixture Of Horse, Nevada, & Babar...

    You're a Horse!
    Versatile, powerful, and true, you have quite a reputation for hard
    work and a certain unbridled spirit. Many look up to you as an example of what people can really become, though somewhere deep down, you admit to feeling a little bit broken. You hate racing, but are still exceptionally good at it. Beware broken legs, dog food, and glue. If your name is Ed, you do a surprising amount of talking.

    Take the Animal Quiz
    at the Blue Pyramid.

    You're Nevada!
    People are constantly mispronouncing your name, and this has provided you with a lot of frustration over the years. You prefer silver to gold, sagebrush to trees, and cards to sporting events. There is almost nothing you aren't willing to lay down a wager on, and others seek you out for advice on their own wagers. You don't take marriage
    terribly seriously, though you are one of its biggest proponents. Far too often these days, others are mistaking you for an industrial-strength garbage bag.

    Take the State Quiz
    at the Blue Pyramid.

    You're Babar the King!
    by Jean de Brunhoff
    Though your life has been filled with struggle and sadness of late,
    you're personally doing quite well for yourself. All this success brings responsibility, though, and should not be taken lightly. Life has turned from war to peace, from damage to reconstruction, and this brings a bright new hope for everyone you know. These hopeful people look to you for guidance, and your best advice to them is to watch out for snakes.
    You're quite fond of the name "Celeste".

    Take the Book Quiz
    at the Blue Pyramid.

    Wow. I do feel broken, at times. People do tend to mispronounce my (last) name. And I will always watch out for snakes (literal and metaphorical). However, I never knew I liked the name "Celeste." Heh.

    Friday, August 03, 2007

    I Am Boppy...

    For some reason, Livie has taken quite a liking to calling me "Boppy." I don't know where it came from or why she calls me that, but it's starting to grow on me. When she says it, it's as if she knows that's not my name, but she's making a joke.

    And now, of course, Jack is following suit. And it's a big joke in the house right now. It's an inside joke between the kids. I am not cool enough to be in on it.

    I am Boppy. Feel free to call me that anytime.

    Thursday, August 02, 2007

    Project Completed...

    I have a HUGE project for Grad class that's due this Sunday and I completed it today. It's worth 40% of my grade, but I had a lot of emotions fueling me to get it done. Some of my best work has been done while under intense pressure. That's how I've always been. I was always one of those students who never, ever wrote a rough draft (but always got A's on them) and always did big projects literally the night before and got A's on them. I'm fabulous under pressure, in more ways than one. Tomorrow, a classmate of mine is coming over while the kids are napping and we're going to review each other's work and tweak it.

    I also completed an assignment that was due today. And I'm so relieved it's done. I've been so busy lately and procrastinating so much. I actually only have another week of class left and I think I have a week off before the next class begins. Yay!

    Now, cross your fingers that I still have that magic touch and get an A!

    Wednesday, August 01, 2007

    This Was Jack...

    ...nine days before he arrived into my arms. I sometimes wish he could go back inside the safe world of my womb. Life was so much easier then.