Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Sarah still doesn't consistently sleep through the night, but I have the sense she will soon...I have to believe this. Her little personality is starting to show, too. She's very smiley and giggly. She thought it was hilarious this morning when she spit up and peed on me simultaneously. I'm not sure how I feel about her sense of humor.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Last January while boarding a flight for work I spotted the most extreme mullet I've ever seen - on a woman, no less. A femullet. I thought " I wish I had a camera phone so I could send a shot of that hair to Jeremiah". How lucky am I, that the one person I think of, when spying such a thing, is the man to whom I am married?
Who always has just the right Simpsons quote? Who can make me laugh even when I'm running a fever of 104? Who do I miss while I'm at work during the day? Who seems to genuinely find me attractive even when I'm 8 months pregnant and can't go 24 consecutive hours without ice cream? That's right - my babies' daddy.
I am lucky. Not only do I get to be married to my very best friend, but I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that my daughters will grow up with extremely high expectations of the men in their lives. They will settle for nothing less than a man who is smart and witty and who respects them and other people and is kind, because that's what their father is like. They may develop a fondness for jam bands that I find boring, but I can live with that.
This is definitely a day worth celebrating. Speaking of which, I think I'll get back to doing just that.
Monday, September 18, 2006
9:40 - Sarah has finally passed out after 2 solid hours of screaming. Sometimes I wonder where her little soul must've been before she came to us, that she would scream herself to sleep at night...war zone? Excited about the quiet, we go ahead and get in bed.
10:15 - I can't sleep.
10:45 - Why am I still awake? I'm exhaust....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
11:26 - I am awakened by the house-shaking sound of Kate attempting to cough up a lung. I lay in bed a few minutes hoping Jeremiah is tortured by it, too, and will get up and give her some cough medicine.
11:31 - Either he is asleep or he is doing the same thing as me and I admit defeat, get up, and bring Kate some medicine. She is laying in bed, eyes wide open, watching me. I think she's awake but when I try to get her to sit up and take the cough syrup I realize she's not. Creepy.
11:53 - Somehow that took me nearly half an hour. I fall back to sleep, wondering if nighttime minutes are shorter than daytime minutes.
3:30 - Sarah wakes up screaming (flashbacks?) As I am changing her diaper I think "this is fine, I can feed her and get another hour of sleep before the 5:00 alarm"
3:45 - She's done with her bottle in record time - yessss!
3:55 - She's spit up her entire bottle on me, herself and the floor. I put her in a clean onsie, wipe myself off and lay her down. I climb back in bed
4:00 - Sarah starts crying again. I pick her up and it turns out that wasn't the entire bottle she spit up last time. New onsie. We bounce on the exercise ball together until she settles down, I put her back in bed
4:15 - Jeremiah is quietly snoring when Sarah begins to cry again. I briefly consider jarring him awake with a knee to the back. What? I didn't do it!
4:41 - I put the restless Sarah, who it turns out still had a little of that bottle in her, in her swing and turn it on. I sneak away thinking I can catch a 20 minute nap before the alarm goes off.
4:49 - No, there will be no napping. She's crying again. She has a serious case of stinkbutt. I change her diaper again.
5:00 - Sarah is not crying, just making noises like she's thinking about crying. I change into sweats while Jeremiah gets out of bed. I grab Lola's leash and she and I head out into the darkness for a walk. I use my face to clear away the spider webs that crept up across the sidewalks overnight (yuck). I wonder if that guy I see inside the U-Joint is still at the bar, or already at the bar.
Party on, dude.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I just never know what the kid will eat until I give it to her. We had a pasta dish that involved grilled salmon a couple weeks ago. I made her just the pasta, thinking she'd avoid the salmon (no point in wasting that). She ate a few bites of her pasta then set to work picking all the salmon out of my serving and eating it. Then, of course, there's the day she ate nearly her own body weight in Gorgonzola. When she was 1 year old she ate some escargot and seemed to like it (One year is too young to A) ask what it is or 2) be grossed out at the thought of eating a snail). It was trial and error that taught her she does not like wasabi. Well, mostly error on that one. I do enjoy standing in my kitchen thinking "what can I get the kid to eat today?" Most days the answer is "something white or yellow" but the salmon days are enough to keep me going.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
I am pleased to report that Kate seems to have recovered from her bathtub fear. We combine bathing with showering. First, we wash her hair and rinse it with the handheld shower head, then we fill the tub and let her soak in a homemade chamomile/oatmeal bath (for her dreadful eczema). She's been tolerating it for some time but last night she announced to me, giggling, "I like to take a shower!" Then she laid down in the tub on her tummy and started singing about how fish go swimming in the water. I have no idea why she was afraid of the tub (it's not like it's a cup of coffee) and I am equally mystified about what made her like it again. Her timing couldn't be better, it's just starting to get too cool for bathing in the hose in the driveway.
Thanks to my friend Heather for telling me how to get that text up there hyperlinked.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
As part of their 9/11 remembrance NPR did a series on Muslim Americans. It gave us a chance to hear about life from normal Americans who are Muslim. Today is Thursday, the day they read to us from our letters. Several listeners wrote in with scathing comments about how horrible NPR was to do this series around the anniversary of the attacks, complaining that the attacks were carried out by Muslims and it was just in poor taste to give those people air time when the rest of us (the real Americans, I guess) are still grieving.
It's not just that those listeners missed the point of the series -that the attacks were carried out by terrorists who claimed to be Muslim, not all Muslims, just like abortion clinic bombings are perpetrated by terrorists who claim to be Christian. What really bugs me is that those listeners missed the point because they are either incapable of or too lazy for critical thought. They're intolerant because they haven't bothered to do a couple simple syllogisms.
I am of the opinion that a major part of my job as a mom is to teach my daughters how to think (not what to think, which will be tricky because I'm awfully opinionated). If either of my kids ever pens such an ignorant, hateful letter I will consider myself a failure as a parent.
Monday, September 11, 2006
This weekend Kate received a Kate-sized shopping cart from Uncle Kevin and Aunt Jude. She adores it. In fact, I've already come to dread having to leave the house with her if she's playing with it. One of us generally has to manhandle her away from the cart...hilarity ensues. In other events this weekend we enjoyed a cook-out at Rusty & Jennifer's. Kate played croquet. OK, she didn't really play croquet, but she did rearrange some of the balls for us, which kept the game nearly as interesting as when Alice played it with hedgehogs and flamingos. I mean, sure we had no wildlife, beheadings or tarts, but we had beer.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Despite the insanity, she is an attentive and loving big sister. When Sarah cries, Kate tells us "baby's crying" and will pat her on the back or the head and offer her a pacifier. The other day, she spontaneously began attempting to feed Sarah when she got fussy in her bouncy seat. I suspect it was that feeding that led to the gassy fits of screaming shortly there-after, but it was awfully cute.