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  • Saturday, May 31, 2008


    Mark your calendars. This baby's due date is January 27, 2009. I will turn 37 on the 29th. My OB suggests a planned C-section and I don't disagree with that. I've long given up the fight to give birth vaginally. I'm just one of those women who can't do it. I can carry a baby like no one's business, but I just can't deliver. Both Jack and Liv were emergency C-sections. For Jack, it was failure to progress and a resulting infection after 48 hours of labor. For Liv, she was born one month prematurely due to a placental abruption, plus I was hemorrhaging.

    Yeah, I'm not taking any chances. I asked my OB how soon the baby could come out and he said a week prior to my due date. I'll be monitored closely in the last month with nonstress tests and I'll have a few more ultrasounds than I had with Livie. My OB says the odds of me having another placental abruption are about 10%. Let's hope I'm part of that 90%.

    So, there you have it. Shortly after the new year begins, we will have a new member in our family and an even noisier house than we have already. Who woulda thunk it?

    Friday, May 30, 2008

    I Have A Theory...

    I think this baby's going to be a boy. Why? Well, when I was eight weeks pregnant with Jack, I was in an accident that totalled my previous car. I tried looking for an old blog post (from a different site) about it, but I guess I never wrote about it.

    Remember last week? Of course, my car is not totalled, but it was pretty damn close.

    So, yeah...that's why I think this baby's going to be a boy. I could be wrong, but it's fun to guess.

    I'll see my OB today. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he confirms that #3 is on his/her way. He's going to think we're crazy. Heh.

    Thursday, May 29, 2008

    Sixteen Interesting Pregnancy Facts...

    With more than 4 million babies being born in the United States each year, you can bet there are some rather interesting and perhaps eye opening stats which we get from this high number of births.

    So let's take a look at some of the more interesting facts which we are seeing from all of these births.

    1. More expectant mothers are avoiding tobacco smoke. The number of mothers who are now avoiding smoke during their pregnancy has increased by almost 42 percent. This can only be good for the mothers and their healthier babies.

    2. The number of c-section births continues to increase. The number of cesarean deliveries has skyrocketed by more than 40 percent in the last decade to 27 percent of births, the highest rate ever reported in the United States. (I have had two emergency C-sections. I will probably have to determine this baby's birthdate because there's no way in hell my OB will let me VBAC with my history of traumatic births. I don't disagree with him and I know I'm in good hands with him.)

    3. Although the majority of mothers are still young, the average age of first time mothers has increased, even though the number of unmarried mothers has hit a record high in the U.S.

    4. Tuesday is the most popular day for babies making their arrival in the world, with Saturday being the least busiest day of the week. This is more than likely because most doctors do not schedule c-sections for Saturdays. (Jack was born on a Tuesday; Liv was born on a Saturday.)

    5. More babies are born during the hottest time of the year, with the late summer months of July-September being the most popular. Of course this is a result of what happens 9 month earlier, when the weather is colder and people are spending more time indoors where it is warmer with their loved ones. (Jack was born in early February; Liv was born in early April. This baby is due in late January. Now you know what Hubby and I do in the spring and summer.)

    6. The U.S. States with the highest number of births are:


    7. It has become apparent over the last 30 years that women seem to be waiting longer before starting their families. In 1970 the average age for a first-time mother was about 21, but in today’s world the age is 25-29. (I was 33 when Jack was born and 34 when Liv was born. This baby will be born shortly before I turn 37.)

    8. It also is true that the number of women between the ages of 35-39 is higher than ever, and growing. It also is true that the number of women who are having babies between the ages of 40-44 is also on the rise, and this it seems is largely due the advances which have been made in fertility treatment. (We are very fortunate to have been able to conceive without medical intervention. We don't take that for granted.)

    9. Did you know that 36 percent of U.S. babies were born to unmarried women? That’s around 1.5million babies to unmarried mothers! (I think choice has a lot to do with it. A pregnant woman is no longer expected to marry her baby's father, nor does she ever have to feel obliged to do so.)

    10. More and more mothers are now actively seeking prenatal care. This can help women have a healthier pregnancy and healthier babies. About 84 percent of women sought out prenatal care in their first trimester in 2003 and 2004, with more than 11 percent improvement since 1990.

    11. The average weight gain for expecting mothers in the U.S. was around 30 pounds during their pregnancy. (I gained 50 pounds with Jack and 25 with Liv. With Jack, I dropped all but twelve pounds in the first month postpartum. With Liv, I lost every pound I gained with her within ten days postpartum. I am a freak.)

    12. Approximately 99 percent of women give birth in the hospital, with 91 percent of those being assisted by a physician. However, there is a definite increase in the number of women who are choosing other methods and providers, such as.

    13. The number of women whose labor is induced has more than doubled since 1990, to about 10 percent of births. (Induction doesn't work for me.)

    14. Boy babies outnumber girl babies, This ratio has stayed the same though over the last 6 decades.

    15. The number of multiple births has increased by more than 400 percent, yes, that’s right, 400 percent over the last 20 years. (That must be due to medical intervention, right?)

    16. The number of babies which are being born prematurely has risen. This is because of the rise in twin births and in the increase in scheduled caesarean births. (Jack was born two days past his due date after a failed induction and failure to progress. Liv was born one whole month early due to a placental abruption.)


    Wednesday, May 28, 2008


    I absolutely can't wait for the school year to be over. Yesterday, I cleaned out my desk, packed up the thousand books I have in my classroom library for the kids, and am pretty much ready to call it over. And I'm not alone. Every teacher in that building feels the same way. Now, that doesn't mean I'm not doing my job in educating today's fine youth. I'm just getting a head start on my end of the year spring cleaning.

    The end of the school year is not an easy time. The kids are so antsy. Last week, while I was out Wednesday through Friday, there were two girl fights. And everyone knows just how nasty teenage girl fights can be. One of my students actually filmed it while another put it on YouTube. And it was awful, from what I've heard. It's just that time of year. All these "enemies" have to get it out of their systems before they move on to high school. So, they duke it out and wind up getting in trouble, but they build up their "tough" reputations that will follow them to high school. It's just stupid, really.

    In one of the fights, one girl's top got ripped off, exposing her nipples. That news spread like wildfire among the restless natives. It had to be a horrible experience for that girl, but she was not innocent in the whole ordeal. I still don't wish that on anyone. I just don't understand how so many kids could find fights like this to be funny. I don't find it funny at all, but I guess I'm too old to understand.

    Many of my readers are parents, but not many of them are teachers. You guys have no idea how stressful the end of the school year can be. For the kids, it's hell combined with raging hormones, uncertainty, and being on the cusp of something unknown (high school). For the adults, it's hell combined with teenagers, melodrama, and the hope that next year's incoming eighth-graders aren't hormonally-challenged (yeah, right).

    Going to work has become a lot like navigating the sea; you never know what's in the water and you're sometimes scared to look. Oh, June 13th just can't come fast enough.

    I know why teachers get the whole summer off; it's called recuperation.

    Tuesday, May 27, 2008


    With all those people in that pool, I bet that water is really warm, if you dig what I'm sayin'. Ewww!

    Monday, May 26, 2008

    Bullets, For Your Pleasure...

    *I'm tired...just pooped. I guess I really am pregnant.

    *My kids don't take naps anymore. Why is that? They're two and three.

    *I'm using my Mom's car until I get mine back from the auto body place. It takes some getting used to because I'm so accustomed to sitting up high above everyone else.

    *By the time this baby arrives (Don't come too early, kid!), I will have my Master's Degree (in December).

    *I can look forward to only working half the school year next year.

    *So many people told me that three-year-olds are worse than two-year-olds. I beg to differ. My son is a much better listener and much better behaved than my daughter most of the time. And he's the one with "issues." Not.

    *Hubby and I have decided that we will NOT find out the sex of this baby ahead of time. There are very few surprises in life. The way I figure it, we have clothes for both sexes, so it makes no difference, really. It's a done deal in my womb. I want to be surprised this time around.

    *This will very likely be the last baby I'll ever have. I don't like to think about that.

    *I'm craving dairy, so far. Lots of cheese. I'm also craving Oreos, chocolate, and spicy foods.

    *My LMP was April 22nd. So I guess this is my fifth (almost sixth!) week now. Holy shit! I see my OB/GYN on Friday, the 30th. My cycles were usually anywhere from 26-29 days long. I'm guessing that this baby is due somewhere around my birthday (January 29th). If you've got one of those handy dandy pregnancy wheels, let me know, will ya?

    *I miss the good old days of napping while my kids napped on my days off. I guess once you're a mother, you never really sleep again.

    Sunday, May 25, 2008


    Is it just me or does this kid freak everyone else out, too?

    Saturday, May 24, 2008

    Nothing To Complain About...


    That's the estimate to fix my car. And I only have three car payments left!

    Yeah, I'm not happy, but I'm glad I have excellent insurance (not some fly-by-night company like the half-wit who hit me). If the half-wit's insurance doesn't pay for it, I know mine will.

    I'm still stiff and sore, too. However, I have nothing to complain about if I can walk away from a car with that kind of damage. I am lucky, to say the least.

    Friday, May 23, 2008


    I just love this. And I'd love to be a fly on that wall.

    Thursday, May 22, 2008

    Nothing Like Yesterday...

    Yesterday started off terribly. I wound up in the ER after an older gentleman ran a red light (at about 50mph) and hit my car. I was only three blocks from my home. While I'd love to go into all the details with you, I really just want to rest. I'm sore all over and I know it's just going to get worse. Just know that he received many tickets for his actions, especially driving on a suspended license. I just wish they had been able to ticket him for not being able to speak English!

    And I had such wonderful news on Wednesday, too. This is such a difference. Right now, I am okay and so is my embryo. That's all that matters. My car? It's fucked, but it's just a car.

    I'm taking the rest of the week off from work. I just need to rest my body and my mind. Sigh.

    Wednesday, May 21, 2008

    Pure Joy...

    Yup...that's mine! Discuss!

    Tuesday, May 20, 2008

    Being A Teacher Never Ends...

    When we were at Jack's school on Saturday, I inquired about their drop-off program. Apparently, they won't be having any Saturday sessions during the summer, so I won't be able to bring him there on those days. However, I was able to work out a better arrangement with them.

    During the summer, I will be a Parent Mentor one day a week, training parents on what I've learned in their program. On the day that I volunteer, Jack gets to go to the Child Center for free. I can bring Livie, but she'll be assessed the summer camp fee, which is pretty expensive for just one kid. When I think about it, though, it's a great deal (kind of like a buy one, get one free). Both kids get to go and enjoy other children their age and I get to do some volunteer work. I'll be nearby, but the kids will still have each other when I'm not around. Everybody wins!

    I have a feeling it's going to be a great summer!

    Monday, May 19, 2008

    It Feels So Good...

    Yesterday was a great day! And I have never felt so good about doing something for others. There were tens of thousands of people there that had the same idea...let's be proactive. Just the amount of people who showed up for the walk spoke volumes.

    I have never felt so humbled and so happy at the same time. It was definitely an experience I would repeat again and again. Our team raised $920! And I doubled my goal plus $20! I was also able to come home with some fun things for Jack and Liv. If you had asked them where I went, they knew the answer...

    "Mommy's helping kids."

    You're darn right, guys. And it feels so good.

    Sunday, May 18, 2008

    Walking Proudly...

    Today is the Autism Speaks Walk Now for Autism walkathon here in Chicago. I have been able to raise $500, which is twice my goal. Our team has raised a total of $900! Thank you so much to everyone who supported all of us. It is a great cause that is near and dear to my heart.

    And we couldn't do this without all of you who opened your hearts and your wallets. You are making a difference to many children and families. Doesn't it feel good?

    It's never too late to donate, you know. So, go for it and realize the good you have done. Thanks, again!

    Saturday, May 17, 2008

    Big Weekend...

    It's going to be a big weekend for us.

    Jack's last day (and our last day) of "school" is today. Of course, now that he's used to it and no longer suffers from separation anxiety, it's over. I've made the decision, however, to keep bringing him there for their Saturday drop-off program. He'll still go on Saturdays from 9:30am to noon, just for socialization and fun. It'll be good for him and it's relatively inexpensive. I'm also probably going to volunteer there, if they'll have me. Maybe Livie can hang out there, too. It's such a great place for kids. I can't really afford their summer camp options, so I'll see how long I can keep him in there on Saturdays. As long as he keeps having so much fun, I don't see a point in stopping.

    I also have the Autism Speaks Walk Now for Autism Walkathon on Sunday. There's still time to donate and I only need $50 before I officially double my goal. I'm pumped! It feels good to do something good.

    In other news, Livie went to bed without a fight last night. It helped, of course, to take the kids to the park and let them run like wild animals. Jack is absolutely fearless of all three slides at the park, even the one that requires him to walk up a steep incline high above the ground. It's a corkscrew slide and he held his own with the big boys there. He even went up to some guys playing basketball on the court. He looked at their ball and they instinctively handed it over to him. He knew exactly what to do! He went straight for the basket, threw the ball as high as he could in the air, and tried like hell to make a basket. I don't know how he knew, but he did. After a few attempts, we gave the guys their ball back and continued running around like crazy people. Both kids got tired out, ate a bedtime snack, and zonked out.

    I negotiated with Livie again. I simply told her that when she lies down in her crib, I'll lie down in my bed, just like the night before. She didn't fight me at all. And it took no effort on my part, really. It's no big deal to sit with her for a little while; it beats listening to her cry for me. I think she just misses me and is afraid she's going to miss something important. I just have to keep reminding her of the Golden Rule. She's also made a new milestone...her nummy is only for bedtime now. Neither kid really gets their nummy during the day unless they're dog-tired and inconsolably crabby or it's naptime. Other than that, the nummies are reserved for bedtime. And Livie, whose nummy is her crack, is fine with it. She even got used to a different kind, like Jack's. It took four or five days, but she's come around nicely.

    There's also a HUGE garage sale, 100+ families, in my old 'hood on Saturday. I can't wait! Most of the good stuff will be gone by the time we get out of school with Jack, but it's fun to go anyway. My Mom and my niece Blondie will wind up taking Livie, I'm sure.

    And I start a new graduate class next week, too. Only five more to go!

    Life...why does it go by so quickly?

    Friday, May 16, 2008

    The Art Of Negotiating...

    As many of you know, we've been having some trouble getting Livie to sleep at night now. She's also been refusing her nap, too, lately. In an effort to NOT go four nights in a row without getting more than three hours of sleep (on a work night), I decided to do something I never, ever do. I gave her half of a chewable Children's Benadryl on Wednesday. She slept like a Labrador who'd just eaten a whole bag of food. She still cried at first, but only for half an hour...not three hours.

    Last night, I did some negotiating with her. After she'd been crying for twenty minutes, I went up there to see what was going on with her. I stood next to her crib and just hugged her and talked to her while she stood. I didn't pick her up at all. We just talked. She speaks so incredibly well it's like talking to a miniature adult. After a good twenty minutes of that, I told her that I was going to lie down in the bed and she could lie in her crib, too. I wanted her to know that I would still be there and we could still talk. She looked at me and shook her head. At that point, I told her I had to leave to go check on Jack. She most definitely didn't want me to go, so I told her that when she lies down in her crib, then I would lie down in the bed. And just like that, she did.

    We talked for a bit until I told her I was going to go to sleep. She said good night to me and we just lay down in the same room, comfortable with each other's company. Ten minutes later, she was asleep.

    I've learned the art of negotiating with a toddler. And let me tell you, it is an art.

    Thursday, May 15, 2008

    Finally, A Magazine For Married Men...

    I recognize that picture in the upper right hand corner as the universal symbol of marriage.
    You should, too. Heh.

    Wednesday, May 14, 2008

    Meet The Devil...

    This is the Devil. It lives in my house and I think I'm going to need to hire an exorcist.
    Many of you know that we're going to be inviting the Nummy Fairy over in a few weeks when I'm off from work for the summer. She's going to give my kids presents in exchange for their nummies. So, what's the problem?
    Livie has chewed holes in every single nummy she has (and even swallowed little pieces of it), even the "emergency" nummies. Rather than going out to buy her new ones, I'm thinking about just letting her chew this last one to shreds. Did you hear me? I said, "last one." Yeah. That means she only has one remaining nummy left that she hasn't killed. She is an inconsolable terror without one when she's tired or crabby, though. So, we might have to forgo the next few weeks and just jump right in and take the nummies away from both kids now. Jack and Liv are not going to be happy.
    This is Hell. The Devil is the nummy. And I live here.

    Tuesday, May 13, 2008

    What's Going On Around Here?...

    Livie had a very rough night on Sunday. She must've gotten up to scream a dozen times. They were short-lived screams, but they were screams, nonetheless. I'd shush her and she'd go back to sleep, except for once when I had to take her out of her crib and hold her. She has never, ever done this. She's usually a very good sleeper. So, I'm giving her Tylenol just in case it's her molars.

    She did the same for her nap yesterday. And she didn't want to go to sleep for the night, either. She cried...and cried...and fought...and cried. And, for the first time, she attempted to climb out of her crib. She can't get her leg up at all, so she's not going to do it just yet. I'm just praying she waits another few weeks until I get her and Jack into their toddler beds. I'll be off from work for the summer and I'll be able to do Night Duty when it comes to keeping them in their beds because I won't have to get up for work the next morning.

    I just don't know what's gotten into her. She's a mess when it comes to sleeping. My baby, who was the best sleeper I've ever seen, is now discovering choice. I guess the 7:30pm bedtime is going to go out the window pretty soon, for both of them. And I'm just going to have to wear them down to tiny little nubs so they can pass out at the end of the night.

    Livie's chewing her nummies to bits now. Jack is announcing he's pooping by saying, "I'm crapping!" (I don't know where he got that from; it didn't come from me.) And it's fucking cold in Chicago. I hope it's nice for my walk this coming Sunday. (C'mon, people. Give.)

    Summer just can't come fast enough around here. Sigh.

    Monday, May 12, 2008

    Why I Teach...

    As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved th em all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

    Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.

    At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

    Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...He is a joy to be around."

    His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

    His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death h as been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

    Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

    By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

    After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

    A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

    Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

    Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

    Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

    The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his m other wearing on their last Christmas together.

    They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

    Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

    (For those of you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Doctor at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

    Sunday, May 11, 2008

    For Moms Everywhere...

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    Without our Moms, none of us would be here. Have a wonderful day! I know I will.

    Saturday, May 10, 2008

    The Proper Fit...

    Imagine the following:

    You have just made it through your wedding ceremony and have stepped out onto the front steps of the church. The photographer raises his camera. Following a family tradition, both of you hold white doves which you will release together.

    You and your new spouse stand shoulder to shoulder, each with a dove in your hands as your friends and family eagerly wait. The photographer gives the signal and you both open your hands toward the sky. Not a dry eye anywhere, the camera flashes; the moment is saved for eternity...

    you think the doves are going to poop, don't you?

    That's why proper fit is soooooooooo important!

    Friday, May 09, 2008

    They Need You & I Need You...

    It's not too late, you know. You can still make a difference! And I only need $50 more to double my goal. I've just sent in $45 today that I got in the form of checks. All it takes is a moment of your time to help autistic children and their families who need it. They can't do this without you. There are nine days left until the walkathon.

    Help me make a difference, guys. You have it in you. Click this link and make it happen.

    Thursday, May 08, 2008

    THAT Had To Hurt...

    Yesterday evening, fifteen minutes before bedtime, Jack lost his footing on a little Elmo stepstool that we have and he conked his forehead on the edge of his dresser. He wasn't messing around or doing anything goofy. He was simply drinking some water and watching the ending of Go, Diego, Go! Now, of course, he has a bruise across one-third of his forehead and it's a perfect line. It's nasty, but he didn't break the skin. I had him keep an icepack (Livie was so concerned that she helped "make Jack feel better") on it for five minutes (because that's all he could tolerate) and gave him a Children's Tylenol.

    I was so worried about putting him to bed afterward. I couldn't, however, force him to stay awake. He'd had no nap yesterday and had run himself ragged. I didn't see any signs that it was more serious than it looked, so I let him go to sleep. He kept telling me he was okay, which is what he does when he gets hurt.

    Both of my kids have boo-boo knees and legs. They have so much fun outside that they get hurt falling on the sidewalk, tripping over their own feet, or just not watching where they're going. Their legs look like hell and Livie keeps getting boo-boos on the same knee. Once they heal, she gets another one. The same goes for Jack. It's going to be a long summer.

    I figure Jack's going to have a nasty headache today. I'm somewhat concerned, though. It looks terrible. And now he looks "tough." I guess that rules out a haircut for him this weekend. And I bet that little girl at school takes a liking to him because of it. Sigh.

    Wednesday, May 07, 2008

    This Will Be One Of Your Chores Someday, Son...

    While playing in the yard with the kids yesterday evening, I heard Jack say, "I'm picking up the poo." Hubby and I turned around to see Jack doing just that...with his hands. And, yes, it was semi-fresh and it was the one small pile I missed when I cleaned up the yard before we went out there. Anyone that knows my husband knows how freaked out he gets about germs. Of course, Livie was there surveying the situation, thinking about the best way she could get under her Papa's skin. Since Jack has cornered the dog poo and puke market, she's going to have to come up with a good one. I have know doubt she will. Does eating the dog food count? She's done that before, much to Hubby's dismay. And what was I doing? I just shook my head and laughed, knowing full well that Hubby would take care of cleaning up the boy in between dry heaves. While Hubby may be freaked out by dog poop being on Jack's hands, I'm just happy he didn't eat it.

    Let's just say I've never seen him run so fast to get that boy's hands washed. Heh.

    Tuesday, May 06, 2008

    Poor Stan...

    Laugh out loud; it's good for you.

    Monday, May 05, 2008

    Hours & Hours of Fun...

    Who knew an empty box of diapers could be so much fun first thing in the morning? Jack and Liv literally woke up five minutes before this picture was taken. When they saw the box, they had to play in it. If I could've fit in there with them, I would've done it, too. They had so much fun with it. The morning was filled with Christmas smiles because of that box.

    Sunday, May 04, 2008

    Making Plans...

    And here I was...worried and hopeful. I didn't have to worry at all because Jack did a repeat of last Saturday. He. Did. Not. Cry. Once. At. School. Yesterday. He did not ask for me. He was not upset, except for when Harry got into his personal space (again!), and who would blame him? That Harry is all over the place. He makes me sweat. Jack had a lovely time at school again. Sure, he gets apprehensive in the car, but once he's there...he's okay. He even has a friend named Dylan. He and Jack are pals. And, of course, as soon as he gets into a groove, it's almost over. We only have two more sessions left and now he loves it! I think I'm going to enroll him for the two-and-a-half hour drop-off session on Saturdays. He just loves it that much. Maybe I'll even wind up volunteering there. You never know. It's such a great place. Maybe they'll even be able to give me suggestions on how to graduate both Jack and Liv from their nummies (that is not going to be easy), potty train both of them at the same time, and help them both transition to their toddler beds this summer. It can't hurt.

    Last week, I typed out a thirty page paper on Tuesday. Wednesday morning before work, I proofread it and made any necessary changes so I could submit it. Hubby and I talked about me going into the second Masters program after I graduate this December. It's totally doable for us because the cost of the second Masters program would be at a huge discount because I would've already completed one program with this institution. One year from now, I will have two Masters degrees and be able to make significantly more money. Plus, it'll increase my own marketability. The Masters I'm working on right now is one in Curriculum and Instruction. The next one will be in Educational Leadership, where I'll have to also pass the state exam for my Type 75 license, which allows you to go into administration. Whether I choose to do that or not, it doesn't hurt to have it, so I'm going to go for it. The second Masters is only six more classes, believe it or not, so it's worth it in the end.

    Planning is good, right?

    Saturday, May 03, 2008

    Out Of The Blue...

    Last Saturday was such a great experience for all of us. We're hoping for a repeat. What are the odds? Keep your fingers crossed.

    Yesterday morning, out of the blue, at 6am, Livie woke up with blood-curdling screams that lasted about an hour, on and off (but more on). Hubby brought her downstairs just as I was getting out of the shower. She was miserable. At first, I thought it was a bad dream. And then I thought about her cry. It was pain. I asked her what hurt and she just couldn't speak. Normally, Livie tells me right away what hurts or what's wrong. The fact that she couldn't talk told me a lot. Pain. She's teething.

    M.O.L.A.R.S. It's such an ugly word and an even uglier experience.

    I felt around her mouth between cries and discovered a large bump on her lower right gum. So I popped a Tylenol in her mouth, gave her juice with lots of ice, and just held her for a while. Fifteen minutes later, she still wasn't happy, so I put Orajel on her nummy. By this time, Jack was awake and worried about her. He kept telling me that she was sad. He tried lying next to her and holding her hand. He even tried patting her gently on the head. She only wanted him to be near her, but not too close. The two of them have gotten into the habit of running to the other run when he/she cries. They truly look to help each other when the other one is upset. It was such a touching moment to see him want to help her. All the while, he kept saying, "Aw. It's okay, Livie. It's going to be okay." I melted.

    The fact that my little guy would wake up and think of helping his sister right away when he could've just gone back to bed tells me that I've done something right.

    After some serious snuggling, they ate breakfast together. They ate some Monkey Bread that I made the night before; it's their favorite. As of last night, it's more than half gone, but that's because Hubby was home. Heh.

    So, we've got a bunch of physical and developmental milestones going on here. And I'm thinking ahead to summer. In five weeks, I'll be home all summer long, which means three things are going to happen. The Nummy Fairy is going to come to the house and give the kids presents if they give up their nummies. Potty training times two will be in full effect. And the kids will both get their own toddler beds and share a room. It's going to be quite a full summer. I am looking forward to how much fun we'll get to have. I really am. There's just so much we're going to do, along with various playgroups and such. Right, Irene? I'm so excited about it! We are going to be a very busy bunch pretty soon.

    Friday, May 02, 2008


    I found this poem the other day and it spoke volumes to me about the importance of the time I spend with my kids. This poem tells me to forget the dishes, forget the laundry, forget the routines long enough to enjoy my little ones. Now, that doesn't mean let your house get filthy. It means to stop the "important" things you do long enough to not miss your own kids' special moments. Each moment with a child is special, but sometimes we can get so caught up in being adults that we forget how to see the world through the eyes of a child. I plan on hanging this poem on my fridge, where I can see it everyday. It'll remind me to stop running around doing "stuff" and just "be."
    I Took His Hand and Followed
    by Mrs. Roy L. Peifer

    My dishes went unwashed today,

    I didn't make the bed,

    I took his hand and followed

    Where his eager footsteps led.

    Oh yes, we went adventuring,

    My little son and I...

    Exploring all the great outdoors

    Beneath the summer sky

    We waded in a crystal stream,

    We wandered through a wood...

    My kitchen wasn't swept today

    But life was gay and good.

    We found a cool, sun-dappled glade

    And now my small son knows

    How Mother Bunny hides her nest,

    Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.

    We watched a robin feed her young,

    We climbed a sunlit hill...

    Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,

    We plucked a daffodil.

    That my house was neglected,

    That I didn't brush the stairs,

    In twenty years, no one on earth

    Will know, or even care.

    But that I've helped my little boy

    To noble manhood grow,

    In twenty years, the whole wide world

    May look and see and know.

    Thursday, May 01, 2008

    Something New...

    Well, I wrote my post for tomorrow already, but B1ogger is doing something new. I always write my posts for the next day, the night before and put the time of the post as 6:00am. But you already knew that.

    Now, apparently, B1ogger will publish your post at whatever time I put it for. So, you'll have to wait until 6:00am tomorrow morning to read my next post.


    Hoosier Daddy?...

    I wonder if they come in different colors?

    I wonder about the fragrance?

    I wonder if it would help to put those preservative packets in the water?

    I wonder if they bloom?

    I wonder whether they would look better on the kitchen table or in the entry?

    I wonder if they're cheaper by the dozen?

    I wonder if they come long-stemmed?

    This sign was captured at 115th and Allisonville Rd. in Fishers (Indianapolis). The sign is real and was up for two hours before someone stopped and told them how to spell PEONIES!