Thursday, September 28, 2006
In other news, I finally got around to checking out our paint job in S's room yesterday. It turns out the issue with the trim really was just a reflection from the blue tape. We'd never sprung for the fancy painter's tape before, always relying on plain masking tape. I wasn't that impressed. Save the extra $2 and get yourself an ice cream. I also brought in the basinette bedding that Melissa gave us last night and washed it. I am "planning" to clean up the bassinette today and bring it in. Now that S has a room with painted walls, I feel like there should be something in it. I also think I've decided to abandon the pink stripes on the walls. I'm just afraid that I'll never get them straight enough. I have a strong feeling that my Type-A perfectionism would make the project too frustrating, and I doubt S will really care if her walls have stripes. We'll see.
Of course, I still have to pack, and I have to take Otis to his home-away-from-home (the vet). I'd better get a move on...
Have a great weekend!!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I remember about two years ago when the low-carb craze hit the nation. I call it a craze because it was absolutely insane before it died down. Every fast food chain and restaurant was selling burgers without buns and creamed cauliflour. While I was never an advocate of low-carb, I know that it could be handled sensibly by people who actually used it to cut out refined starches and sugars. Most of America just took to frying up obscene amounts of bacon. As quickly as they had come, though, the New Years resolutions were abandoned, and along came the monster thick-burger. We've now gone back to the good old days of clogged arteries with callous disregard to the rising cost of health insurance. (Doesn't anyone else see a connection?)
I think if I were going to go back to school and work, I'd want to be a child nutritionist. Let's teach children how to have healthy relationships with food and how to make good choices. Nip it in the bud. Maybe healthier self-images would result??
I'm never going to understand how people can care so little about themselves. Don't get me wrong...there is a little vanity at work here. I do care about how I look, but I also care A LOT about what I'd look like autopsied. I mean, I don't want a medical examiner finding whole french fries in my arteries. I care about the fact that I can walk my dog without getting tired and that I can tread water for the zillion hours required in my mommy-swim-class. I care about being around for my daughter and my husband. You know what else, I care about maintaining that outlook of my own volition. Some people need medication for cholesterol and other maladies, and they should have it. What about the people who just refused to take adequate (not even good, just adequate) care of their bodies, relying on modern medicine to acheive their desired life expectancy? Is it fair that someone who may have taken better care of himself can't afford medical insurance or the drugs he needs because someone who can afford insurance preferred potato chips dipped in mayonnaise while chilling in his barca-lounger? Even better, is it fair that small children and the elderly can't get decent health coverage (or any health coverage) because of the channel surfer? No, it's not fair. I guess life isn't fair.
Don't take this the wrong way, I'm no saint. I used real butter on my grilled cheese, remember? I also used real butter in my cookies. I eat sugar and fat, just like everyone else. I just try to eat it in moderation. I try to find a balance. It's like A said, it's okay for K to have a twinkie (aka- the edible school bus)...it's nothing to freak out about. He just doesn't need to become fixated on them. They are a TREAT, they are not everyday food.
I guess I'm just trying to do my part by taking care of myself and my family...and crossing my fingers that the trans-fat proposal is just the start of something bigger and better.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Thought interruption- Otis just tried to eat a screw. I have no idea where he got it.
Back to food. I ran across a new favorite blog yesterday: Simply Recipes, and I saw a recipe for a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and pear. It's so deceptively simple and perfectly contradictory. Seriously, I can't believe it took seeing this sandwich to make me think of it. Just the same, I made them for dinner last night...I cheated the southern-food-gods and used wheat bread and turkey bacon, but I did use real butter. It was delish...served with sliced apples and grapes. I highly encourage anyone who sees this to make yourself one immediately. I also made Oatmeal-Chocolate Chip Cookies yesterday, and those were wonderful, too. M brought the entire cookie jar into the living room last night to partake of their tastiness.
I am so happy that I like food again.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Then last night after dinner as M and I were putting the dishes into the dishwasher, I wanted cake. M didn't think cake sounded so bad, either, and I found myself looking into the cabinets to see what I could put together. Hallelujah...there was brownie mix. I actually made brownies at 9pm just because I wanted a bite of cake. That's two cravings in one day. I suppose it's all downhill from here??
Oh, Otis says hello...I know it's fuzzy, but what do you expect when he jumps up and licks the camera?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
We started our trek south around one on Saturday afternoon. It was an absolutely gorgeous day for driving and there was very little traffic. Once we got to Knoxville, we had a great afternoon. It was a little warm at first- especially hoofing it up and down all the hills in the afternoon sunshine, but it was perfect in the shade. M got to have his very first UT experience, complete with the Vol Walk and Running through the T. Of course, the game didn't end as we'd hoped, but it was a GREAT football game, and I think all 107,000 people stayed until the very end. We did notice in the course of the day that Otis is the perfect build to replace Smokey when he's ready to move on to greener pastures. Granted, he's not a blue tick hound, but a labradoodle makes a much more current statement! We even bought him a new collar to get him used to orange...we also found some cute future gifts for S, but we didn't want to carry a bag around with us.
We made it back to Lexington around noon yesterday, and I figured we'd just crash, but we had a fairly productive afternoon. M dug up the garden (goodbye, summer) and trimmed the hostas up a bit while I painted the rails on the front porch. Then we organized the garage. After that, we crashed. Now that it's Monday, it's back to the grindstone for him...and I'll be working to get more things done around the house. In fact, I should get to work now...
For the record, does blogger make anyone else angry when arranging pictures? Aaaaagghhhh!
Friday, September 15, 2006
As the coolness of fall took over the house yesterday (I had on SmartWools and a light sweater!!), I felt the need to bake. Of course, I also wanted to combat the less-than-enticing silicone caulk smell. I made an "Apple Dessert" out of some old church cookbook that I've managed to acquire over the years. It was okay, but not quite right. It was something between an apple cobbler and an apple crisp. Either of the originals would have been better, but I lack a good recipe. Any suggestions?? Either way, most of it will likely go uneaten as we are heading to Knoxville for the UT-Florida football game tomorrow. Go Vols!!
FIVE SENSES FRIDAY
Sight: The fattest squirrel in history outside the kitchen window...I'm pretty sure Otis could have caught him. He looked pretty slow.
Smell: The "Apple Dessert" baking
Taste: Gala apple and cheddar cheese sandwiches
Touch: S practicing her yoga
Sound: 10,000 Maniacs Unplugged that I'm listening to right now. I love Natalie Merchant's voice.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The second pic is one of the cool new 3-D shots. I feel bad that her head is currently nice and round, but will likely be a conical shape by the time she makes it here...I keep telling her I'm sorry if I mess up her perfect little head. The fourth shot is my personal fave...I love those fingers!! M's favorite is the fifth...we actually got to see her opening and closing her mouth during the ultrasound, which was pretty cool.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Of course, he's not a nerd in the traditional "smarty-pants" sense. M and I keep trying to talk to him about the baby, and he's not getting it (not that we really expect him to understand what the baby is when he can't actually see it). Most of the time we can ask him questions like, "Otis, where's your mom/dad/bone/dinner," and he'll show off his superior intellect by finding the item in question. We've been asking him lately, "Otis, where's the baby," and he just stares back at us. This question brought on my daily "is this really my life" moment. I spent a few minutes trying to make the dog understand that the baby is in my belly. He was not interested, and I realized about three minutes into this inane exercise that I'm really only teaching him that my belly is a baby because he can't comprehend that there's a baby INSIDE my belly. Needless to say, I gave up. That's when he went outside to chow on the dirt. Seriously, is this really my life?
Oh, our spider friends are also back in full force. About a month ago, we noticed these freakishly enormous spiders spinning webs every night on our front porch. M made it his personal mission to smash their little guts out with a 2x4 every morning before work. (Please don't think that M is a murderous fiend...these are SCARY big spiders.) After several mornings of whacking at them, they were gone...annihilated, running scared, I didn't care. They were gone. Or so we thought. They are back. There is one in a big web about a foot from the front windows right now. Unfortunately, that means the web is about three feet back into the landscaping out front. I was going to take a picture of the vermin to see if anyone could identify it, but I'm too afraid it will attack me or that it has a secret army hiding in the hostas waiting for me to come closer like guerilla warfare. It's a scary world out there!!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Other than that, Otis has gone into "holy terror" mode this week. He has decided that he doesn't want to go to his kennel when we leave the house- he wants to go with us. Anytime the door to the garage gets opened, he runs out and tries to get in the car. He also steadfastly refuses to go to his kennel all the other times he is supposed to- except when we're eating, he still does that. He's getting into trash, into the kitchen sink, trying to eat dishtowels, you name it. I don't know what's gotten into him, but I want to flick him on the nose because I'm so frustrated with him. There's an electrician here now, and I had to put Otis outside because I couldn't get him into his kennel. Aaaaaggghhhh!
On the crib bedding front, I did go to one fabric store the other day, but I really only found one pattern that I liked at all, and I have a feeling that M would not like it...so I'll try to look some more this weekend. Like I said before, I don't know why I care so much- the baby is just going to ruin her bedding anyway. We'll see what happens with this situation...
Five Senses Friday:
Sight: Do I have to say it? Seeing our baby!! (I should be able to post pics tomorrow.)
Sound: It's a toss up: "Her heart looks great," "Her stomach looks great," "It's a girl." Too many to choose from this week!
Smell: Vegetable soup cooking the other day (unfortunately, the smell was misleading- it tasted pretty bland)
Touch: Baby girl kicking away...and M getting to feel it
Taste: peanut butter and apples and milk
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
IT'S A GIRL!!
We had our 20 week check-up and ultrasound yesterday, and everything is going great. To those of you who've not gone through this yet, seeing the baby's fingers and toes and nose and heart and other parts for the first time is hands-down the coolest thing EVER! (Those of you who've had babies- I guess you know what I'm talking about.) I can't imagine what it will be like when the actual baby comes along. M and I were both mesmerized the entire time- especially when we could see her little heart beating away. I promise to post "pictures" of our beautiful little baby girl as soon as M gets around to scanning them in. Oh, and she is absolutely gorgeous, by the way. In fact, I think she's just perfect...can you tell I'm the mom? I can't wait to meet her...although my bladder is already intimately familiar with her! So familiar, in fact, that between 11pm and 6am, I had to go to the potty five times. That's an infamous record...I feel seriously geriatric.
Now, I'm venturing into full-on "we're having a baby girl" mode. The first thing we did after the appointment (okay second thing- the first was EAT...), was go to buy a girl outfit. Funny thing about that is- we wouldn't buy anything for the baby until we found out her sex because I thought it silly to buy unisex things when we were going to "know". We bought a green sleeper anyway!! Of course, it has pink trim and girly dancing cows on it. Then I went out looking at crib bedding, looking for ideas on how we want to decorate her room. Why is all the girl stuff either Disney princess, pink with huge flowers, or purple with the word "princess" all over it? Not to mention the fact that it's all outrageously expensive when all the baby is going to do is puke and drool and poop on everything. Oh, and why are there crib comforters if you're not supposed to put a blanket in the crib with the baby? It's all very overwhelming to a Type-A personality. I'm heading out to a couple of fabric stores today to see if I can just find a pattern for a bumper pad and crib skirt. We'll see what happens...
As for Otis, we keep telling him that we're going to have a girl, a little sister for him. He just looks at us like, " don't you realize that I don't know what that means?" Poor little guy. He was very interested in the smell of my tummy yesterday, though. Why do they have to use so much of that jelly stuff for the ultrasound?
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
I suppose I should get ready for church now. I'm going to pray for this hellish backache to go away. I woke up Friday night at 3am nearly in tears because it hurt so bad. Needless to say, I was worthless all day yesterday, taking Tylenol every 4-6 hours and laying on a heating pad. While it feels much better today, I worry- if this backache bothers me so much, how on earth am I going to get through DELIVERING A BABY?? I think I'll pray about that, too.
Happy Sunday, peeps.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Oh, yeah, PRESENTS!! M got me the Dansko clogs I've been wanting for a couple of years but was never willing to pay for myself. Of course, I wanted the shinier black ones, which he bought...the sales lady says we need the others because they won't show scuffs and dings and such. I'm torn. He also got me Heart's Greatest Hits, which I am totally pumped about! To quote Roz from Frazier, "for your information, classic rock is both classic and it rocks." Normally, I'm all into my little indie rockers and songwriters, but I've got a serious soft spot in my heart for those Wilson sisters and their big hair, big guitar chick rock! Bring it on!
As for the agenda now that I'm home...I made sure the house was pretty close to spotless before I left, and M did a great job of keeping it that way, so I've got some laundry to do, but other than that the house is in good shape. I'd like to walk Otis, but it's raining, so that's out. I saw a quilted bib on the Moopy and Me sight that I'd like to tackle, so maybe I'll be crafty today. What I should do is head over to the library for books on window treatments. The new windows should be here soon, and I'd like to do something different on the front windows. The old owners left the sheers they'd made (crazy tall windows in a corner, likely requiring custom treatments) when they left, and they've haunted me since. They have to go, and I want the windows to have a little more pizzazz anyway. I'll also need something for the baby's room soon! I can even start that little endeavor next week as we find out the baby's sex on TUESDAY! That's FOUR DAYS people. I'm positively giddy about the whole thing!
Also (I haven't posted in a week, I feel like I can ramble a bit), I read what may be the best sentence ever today...in terms of summing up what I want from life. From All Buttoned Up, "I want to be full and happy." You can really read it anyway you want, and it seems to work. I've gone through my entire life in type-A, overacheiver, "I must be number one" mode. I thought I'd always be that way, but things are changing. Maybe 27 years of that just caused me to burn out, or maybe my priorities are just changing. I'm not saying that I'm not still a type-A control freak. I am. What has changed is what I have to be perfect about. The main difference being that the answer isn't everything. I am in a pretty content place in my life, and I think being a mom will just reinforce the newer me. I just want things to be simple. I want to live a life and raise a child with real complexities, not manufactured ones. What matters, what really doesn't. Family and relationships matter. Memories matter. Responsibilities matter. The shoes in the closet (while perfectly aligned) don't really matter. My beautiful Juliska cake plate and dome (while adored) doesn't matter. I don't want to be that person...that person who is more worried about stuff and junk than people. Stuff and junk go away, but the memories and the stories stick around. Five bedroom, four bath homes with theaters and three-car garages can succumb to any number of disasters, but the memories made will stay...the smells, the sounds, the lessons learned. I just want to learn to remember those things all the time. I want to be full of all of the good things that matter...I want to be happy about that.