Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Don't you just hate to finish a book? I do...I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE reading books....it's just that I want to know what happens next in their lives... it's like I become part of the story, and I want to keep living it with them. But their story ends on the last page (unless it's a sequel book, I suppose). I FINALLY, finally, after years of owning the book and pledging that I would read it (then putting it back on the shelf because of my busy schedule and lack of time-to-read, and choosing instead books with less....volume?)....FINALLY I read I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb. It took me a long time, which I knew it would... heck, it's like 891 pages, and I have a toddler who does NOT sleep anymore. But this 2 week "Winter vacation" gave me some time. What a book, eh? Interesting.... sad.... thought-provoking.... I really, really loved it. A good read, if you haven't read it already. I'm soooo looking forward to reading his other work. The only thing I'm not incredibly fond of is his overuse of the "gd" curse. But you'd be surprised how awesome I am at substituting that word with a bajillion other words, on the spot, without even having to think about it. :)
Anyway, that's all I had to say. Ernie the Goldfish had a proper burial service in the toilet yesterday. He will be missed by..... the noisy fishtank that still sits with water but no fish now. Kinda sad, huh?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Let's continue to pray, people...this modern day miracle needs to be HERE! Shout your prayers and petitions to the LORD!
Click here to visit Stellan's worried mommy's website and give her and her entire family your prayers!
Monday, December 29, 2008
May 2003-December 28, 2008.
May you be joined with your brotha from (presumably) anotha motha Bert in fishie heaven.
PS: Baby Stellan's heart rate and such has been found to have nothing to do with his heart failure in the womb, and probably everything to do with the cold he has. Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Praise him, all creatures here below! Praise him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! AMEN!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
But the miracle is now in the hospital. He has had a cold (and with 2 big brothers and a big sister all having colds before thee, I can't see HOW you do NOT get a cold!).... but the symptoms of the cold have worsened and his heart rate is now very very high. He is on all the proper machines until they find out if the high heart rate is due to the cold (perhaps even RSV, which would suck, but would definitely be better than a heart condition) or if there is something else going on there.
Please pray with me. I know this blog doesn't reach many people. But baby Stellan is a MIRACLE in a time of unbelieving. The MIRACLE needs to touch WAY more lives. Please pray that he is healed of whatever is causing his sickness.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
But on the subject of gifts, whoa, my kiddo made out like a BANDIT! Tons of toys, clothes, and diapers at Nana's house, toys and clothes from Santa, tons of toys and clothes from Aunt Tina's house.... we are so blessed that people think so highly of our beautiful little boy. He IS kinda cute, if I do say so myself. I think we'll keep him. If for no other reason than to play with his brand new Elmo Live! :)
And as for me, my biggest predicament this Christmas is to decide which purse I shall carry first... the one my brother got me or the one my SIL got me! What to do, what to do! Both are completely AWESOME! Man, what a dilemma, eh?!
I hope and pray that your Christmas was as peaceful, loving, exciting, relaxing, and wonderful as ours was this year. God bless you all! Happy Birthday, Jesus!
Monday, December 22, 2008
So I have NOT just recently started reading this blog featuring a very adorable family. They do NOT make me go "awwwww" on a regular basis now. The link to said blog is NOT featured in the "Not Me Monday" thingimagig. :)
I did NOT sleep on the couch with my son last night because he was sick. Nope, not me! I also didn't give up the couch to his 24 pound, 31 inch body (because he was NOT taking up the entire thing anyway) and slept on the floor for a couple of hours. Didn't happen, you can't prove it!
Said son did NOT puke all over his daddy. Twice. It was NOT chunks of strawberries and peaches from his oatmeal yesterday. And it was also not orange flavored pedialyte. Nope.
I promise, I did NOT get a huge kick out of Daddy getting puked on twice, because in the past 16 months, I've NOT been puked on, pooped on, snotted on, blooded on (is that a word?) about 2034982304982 times WITHOUT yelling like it was the end of the world. Two pukes was NOT daddy's limit, he said.
I am NOT still in pajamas on my first day of Christmas break. No indeed!
I do NOT have to go grocery shopping or we're eating old bologna today. With no bread.
I have NOT brushed my hair today. And that one's true. ha.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Because another person I know did not make it safely to where she was going this morning.
Growing up, I was friends with Mistie. Mistie had a little sister named Crystal. Mistie and Crystal eventually moved away from Ada in high school, but Mistie and I have since gotten back in touch via Myspace. Eventually, Mistie and Crystal both found their way to L-town, where I live now. I saw Crystal at Wal-Mart all the time, it seemed. This morning, Crystal was on her way to wherever at 7:30AM, when her vehicle hit some ice and careened off the road. She passed away. Left 3 small children, a husband, a sister, her parents, and lots of sad people who knew her behind.
It's amazing how the thought of our own death doesn't enter our mind often. It's almost like we fear everybody else's death... our parents, our children, our friends.... but our own death just doesn't seem like it's ever going to happen. We are not promised another day here on earth. In a blink of an eye, we could be gone. My prayer for you is that you hold your family a little tighter upon reading this... love them with everything you have.... because we just don't know when our time is up here.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
In other news, my husband is one step closer to his new job. His "meet and greet" is coming up next week, and that's where they'll either offer him a job or not. We're praying that he WILL be offered this job, because within a year, he'll be making nearly double what he's making now. Money's not everything, and I realize that, but living is expensive these days, and we're pretty much just not making it on a lowly teacher's salary and a city worker's paybucket.
Speaking of teaching, I finally put up the class's Christmas tree today. I guess if I hadn't procrastinated until now, I would have realized much sooner that all of my Christmas decorations were missing, except for a few apple ornaments, some red snowflake bulb ornaments, a gawdy red boa for the tree, and a Christmas tree skirt. So a kiddo I taught when he was in 3rd grade (who is now in 5th) stayed after school and helped me first search in vain for my Christmas ornaments (there's a thief amongst us! Really now, WHO steals Christmas ornaments??!), and then helped me decorate my poor little tree with the silly decorations I could find. We decided, when it was all said and done, that it kind of resembled the Charlie Brown tree.... and in a way, I really liked that. I can't be teacher and parent to all 26 of my students, and I can't teach them all they need to know about the important things in life (sometimes I don't even know!)... but one lesson they're learning this Christmas is that it's not about the "things" you have, it's the PEOPLE you have around you, and of course the real "reason for the season"... Jesus Christ. (But I can't teach that part. Well, I guess I COULD, but it could turn out to be not-so-wonderful for me.)
In Mr. Toddler Man news, he has decided (with the help of his friend Austin from the babysitter's house) that his name is Mike. Not Michael, which we've called him since birth. Not James Michael, which is actually his name.... but Mike. His friend Austin calls him Mike. As soon as I walk in the babysitter's door in the morning, Austin says "MIKE DOWN!"..meaning that he wants me to put "Mike" down so they can play. So now my little munchkin, the same munchkin I love with all my heart, will point to himself and say... "Mike!" Okay, kiddo, whatever you say... butI'mnotcallingyouMikenevernevernever. :)
He had his 15 month well-child appointment a few days ago. He weighed a measly 23lbs 6 oz, and was 31 inches long. That sticks him in the 25-50th percentile for both weight and height. I stop and worry, because when he was a 3 month old, he was almost off the charts in height and pretty far up there in weight too. Now he's falling off the other direction. Then I remember that his Daddy, who is 5'9", was only 130 lbs when we first met. Observe.
That's us in 2001. (sorry it's so dark... apparently the person who took this picture of us is NOT a fan of flash.) Why couldn't My baby boy have inherited the stocky, wide, football player build of MY side of the family? So he'll be scrawny, I can live with that. But he'll be adorable and I know I'll be fighting the girls off with a stick.
See what happens when I blog for an entire month, and then don't blog for 11 days?? I make the longest post known to man! Well, okay, probably not... but it was like all of this was built up and it needed to be released in bloggerville! WHEW, I feel better now. See ya when the next urge arises!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
4: The number of dogs in my house barking at ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
9: Hours of sleep I got last night! Ahhh pure bliss.
5: number of poopy diapers I changed yesterday.
3: Tums I'm having to chew right now. Stupid heartburn.
30: The number of minutes it took me to fall asleep last night because of the song stuck in my head. I hate that.
8: The time that I will start watching, probably in horror, the show about Britney Spears. Because apparently I am a sucker for a train wreck.
23049283403294: Loads of laundry that I need to do.
40something: How many cents I need to get a stamp to mail off my house payment. Woo.
0: How many more blogs I have to do! YESSSSSS!!!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Today my little man is driving me bananas. He's been in a bad mood for the biggest part of the day, but right now he's being pretty playful....but he's testing me. For instance, he understands what "no" and "stop" mean, he just chooses to do it anyway to see what I'll do about it. Then when he's in trouble, he musters up crocodile tears and pokes out his lip.... psh, like I'm a softy. Sorry kiddo, but I've been teaching for too many years to fall for THAT one. But it is cute and I do feel bad afterwards. He just doesn't know that.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Yesterday my school went on the General's Challenge, and we walked for an hour throughout our neighborhood. Now I have a blister on my foot. But it was nice to get out and walk... and yesterday was the perfect day for such a thing. But I told the other chicks at school that that would probably be my exercise until.... well, probably until I hit that "New Years Resolution" time again. heh. I always have good intentions. :)
El bebe has a big sore on his bottom lip and I can't decide if it's a fever blister or where he bumped his mouth yesterday. His babysitter said he had blood on his lip but she couldn't figure out where it was coming from since he refuses to sit still for more than a nanosecond. So I am not positive if that's maybe where the blood was coming from or if it's a fever blister. I don't know where he would have picked up a fever blister, however.... so.... hmm. I don't know. Either way, it doesn't look like it's the best feeling in the entire universe, and I've been trying to put chapstick stuff on it all day, but he just tries to eat it.
I need to get going on the packing... if I wait until tomorrow, it'll just stress me (and the hubby) out. Goodnight, dear bloggerville. I shall try to blog tomorrow because of my obligations and whatnot, but I can't make any promises, since my mother's computer is the slowest computer in all of creation.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I just cleaned out my fish tank... I used to have 2 goldfish... Bert and Ernie. Bert died, but Ernie is still going strong! If he makes it to May, he'll be 6. And this is NOT because I'm a superior goldfish mommy...it's because, for whatever reason, Ernie wants to LIVE! No matter how many times (since the kiddo has been alive) I have forgotten to feed him, or how nasty his tank gets because of my neglect of anything work-related after I leave the paying job... he still sticks around. Now THAT'S dedication, my friends. I think he's trying to get big enough to eat me. I wouldn't blame him.
Lots to do tomorrow. At least I'm off of work for Thanksgiving Break! Woohoo! Sweetola.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I was having a discussion with my child's babysitter.... I believe this was on Friday.... and she said something that stuck with me: (hold tight for the background otherwise it won't make sense.) She keeps a foster baby.. baby Jessi... with whom we have ALL fallen in love. Jessi's biological mother is, I suppose, trying to fight to get her back; however, they had court a few days ago, and the judge said that he didn't see the case going anywhere but termination of parental rights, but he would leave it up to the state. Jessi's bio-mom got all bent out of shape, so she didn't show up to the next visitation, and then she came to the next visitation with a ginormous chip on her shoulder, took Jessi to the other end of the playground, and just held her and pouted the whole time.... not interacting... nothing. Finally, my sweet, wonderful babysitter came up to her (if you ever get a chance to meet her... do... she's amazing.) and asked her if she was okay. The lady cried and said she was mad about what the judge had said and that she's trying to do the right things but this, this, and this has happened to her in her life, and so on. My babysitter said to her... you know, I'm sure you've been through a lot in your life, but now that you have a child... you're no longer get to be the victim. You're now victimizing your child. She also went on to tell her that she's worth more than what she's given herself and Jessi's worth more than what she has given her so far, but in her nurturing, sweet, awesome way, of course.
This spoke to me. A lot. I was raised pretty much just by my mother (who is wonderful and amazing and did a great job raising 5 kids alone, I might add). My dad made some very bad choices, for most of which he has apologized. That didn't change the fact that when my mom worked nights (7pm to 7am) I was the one that babysat my little brother and sister... all by myself... when I was 13 years old...with no dad around to protect us (good thing we lived in sleepy little Ada town). It didn't change the fact that my dad wasn't there when I went to the prom. He didn't walk me down the aisle when I got married. He didn't scare boyfriends (not that I had many, but that's not really the point), and he didn't do those daddy things with me that other girls got to experience. But now that I am a mother to my own child (who has a FANTASTIC daddy, I might add)... I am no longer the victim. To act as such would be victimizing my own child. I can only make things better for him, and that's ALL I can do. I can only show him more love than I was shown by my dad, and that's ALL I can do. I'm not saying I constantly play a victim card as it is, because that's FAR from the truth. I'm just saying that I can't feel guilty for what I didn't have growing up; I can only give my little man more.
Anyhow, sometimes the best lessons in life don't come from school or even church. Sometimes they just come as paradigm shifts found in daily conversations.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
There's something beautiful about a day that's not obligated to anybody but our little family. I love the days that we are searching for things to do because nobody's pulling us here or there. HOWEVER, I am looking forward to my weekly break when big M takes little M to his parents' house tomorrow so I can do something about the wreck that is my house (it is SO pointless to clean when the human mini-tornado is here), rest, and go grocery shopping without someone crying everytime the basket stops because that means the wheels on the basket stop too, and someone likes to watch the wheels on the basket. Ah, God bless the weekend!!
Yesterday.........hmmmmmmm, what did yesterday consist of?
"He keeps kicking me in line!"
"She won't stop talking to me!"
"He called me a bragger!"
"He splashed water in my face in the bathroom!"
"Can I go to the bathroom???"
"My head hurrrttsss"
"My throat hurrrttsss"
"I fell on the playground and got this cut *sniffle*"
"I fell on the playground and twisted my ankle *sniffle*"
"I fell on the playground and nothing physically happened to me but I still want to whine about it. *sniffle*"
.....okay the last one didn't happen, but OH MY HEAVENS! I wanted to pull my hair out and leave the room screaming! They were driving me crazy!!! They were on each other's nerves, and more importantly, on MY nerves constantly!!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
But I digress. Today was very long. I came back to my poor assistant pretty much kissing my feet. She came in the door saying "please let her be here, please let her be here...OH YOU'RE HERE!! THANK GOD!!!" The kids were NOT perfect angels yesterday with the substitute. Not to mention that the substitute was literally no more than a warm body sitting in my chair. She had no control whatsoever. The school counselor came into my classroom several times to herd my crazy class, and every time, the sub was sitting in my chair pretty much doing nothing. Good thing my computer is password protected, otherwise she probably would have just been sitting there surfing the net.
So basically I was forced to be a bear today. 1) I didn't feel good. And 2) The kids were on my nerves after I found out how bad they were for the sub. It's like I had to retrain them from scratch today...everything from not talking in the hallways to raising their hands to speak or ask a question.
I don't like days like this, but the good news is that tomorrow is FRIDAY! TGIF x 2340928.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
My kid is taking every single opportunity he can find to help me type. I don't know how many times I have hit the backspace button during this short blog. He can pretty much only reach the enter key on the number pad at the moment, so it's mostly just moving my cursor back about 230948 paragraphs.
Now he's saying... "umm.... UM....UMMMM...." I guess he's trying to get my attention. HELLO KID, IT'S PAST YOUR BEDTIME. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE STAY IN PJs TIL ONE PM AND TAKE A LATE NAP AT NEARLY 5. Grrrr.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Yesterday sucked, but on to today. It wasn't THAT much better. But it was better nevertheless.
James Michael number 3 is cutting 3 new teeth at the same time. How fun! It's drool city at my house. His babysitter changes his shirt at least once a day because of all the drool, and she would probably change it a second time if I would send more clothes with him.
I love how when we're coming home from work/babysitter, and I'm driving along, and we're listening to the radio... all of a sudden he'll bust out with a super loud AAAAAAAAAA-B-C-D! But he won't go any further than D. He makes my days so worth it.
My nails are getting ridiculously long.
The Mini-Page in the paper today was about head lice, and now that I read it and saw the pictures, my head keeps itching. Blech.
Hm, let's see, what else.... next week is Thanksgiving! And I'm going to stuff my face. Just so you know.
One day I'm going to win the lottery. Then you'll all be sorry! I don't know why I just said that. But when I win the lottery, I'm staying home and having 230498 babies. True story. Actually, since I'm a c-section person, it's recommended that I have no more than 3. blah. But if I win the lottery, I can fly to some other state to have my babies where they don't have a thing against VBACs! But I'm scared to fly, and none of this is going to happen anyway. So in the words of my 3rd graders, this would be what you call "fantasy" and not "realistic."
Tomorrow is another day.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tomorrow's Monday and I am NOT a fan.
My lip still hurts from where my son's big, hard head came crashing into it, busting it and sending blood everywhere. Nice. If you would have put it in slow motion, it would have looked like a boxing match, where the blood, sweat, and spit goes flying. Good visual, eh?
I need to go on a diet. I always pick the dooziest of times to try to diet... ie, right at Holiday time. Ah well. I need (want) to lose about, say, 25 to 30 lbs before I get pregnant again, and I would like to shoot for getting pregnant again in Julyish of next year. That's if our finances will allow it, of course, because I can't afford another mouth to feed or a butt to diaper at this very moment, but things could always change. My big boy will nearly be 2 by July (sad face for sure), so by the time the baby is born, perhaps he'd be potty trained! A girl can dream, can't she?
Time to make dinner! It's nachos with chili...want some?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
uh... the in-between-the-laundry-room-and-living-room area. BUT, about 99% of the time, you enter through the garage, and that leads right into the laundry room.
2.) Do you have a dishwasher?
3.) Is your living room carpeted or does it have hardwood floors?
4.) Do you keep your kitchen knives on the counter or in a drawer?
I have a knife block, knives in my regular silverware drawer, and knives in their own drawer. I have knives EVERYWHERE.
5.) House, apartment, duplex or trailer?
6.) How many bedrooms is it?
7.) Gas stove or electric?
electric, but I do wish it was a gas stove.
8.) Do you have a yard?
yeah, but not much of one.
9.) What size TV is in the living room?
I don't know, we don't take pride in having the latest "stuff".... our TV in our living room is the same one that was in my husband's bedroom as a teenager.heh
10.) Are your plates in the same cupboard as your cups?
not on the same shelf.
11.) Is there a coffee maker sitting on your kitchen counter?
no. We don't drink coffee.
13.) What room is your computer in?
the spare bedroom
14.) Are there pictures hanging in your living room?
15.) Are there any themes found in your home?
not really...the main bathroom is theme-ish...kinda a floral thing...
16.) What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
at the moment, we have some Tide Coldwater and Dreft baby detergent.
17.) Do you use dryer sheets??
18.)) Do you have any curtains in your home??
no.... just blinds.
19.) What color is your fridge??
20.) Is your house clean??
it could be cleaner, but it's not terrible at the moment.... someone could pop in and I would probably be okay with it, just as long as they didn't look too closely lol
21.) What room is the most neglected??
this spare bedroom. By far.
22.) Are the dishes in your sink/dishwasher clean or dirty??
there are some dirty dishes from tonight's dinner still sitting in the sink, but not for much longer.
23.) How long have you lived in your home?
a year and some months.
24.) Where did you live before?
the smallest house you've ever seen, but on some beautiful land in the country. We miss the country, but not the house.
25.) Do you have one of those fluffy toilet lid covers on your toilet?
26.) Do you have a scale anywhere in your house?
yeah in the main bathroom.... by the way, if you ever come over and use it, my mother has informed me that it weighs you 2 pounds heavier than her doctor's office scales. Just an FYI...
27.) How many mirrors are in your house?
uh... like 4 I guess.... I don't know.
28.) Look up.What do you see?
the ceiling and the weird light fixture in here... I mean, it's kinda cool but it came with the house and it's probably not something I would have picked out myself, you know?
29.) Do you have a garage??
a two car garage, even...although I'm the only one who parks in it.
30.) Are you planning on moving anytime soon??
NO. I HATE moving.
Friday, November 14, 2008
My foot's asleep and I have to get ready for work.
So do forgive me, blogger. Do forgive me. Perhaps if I think of it, I shall blog again today to make up the difference.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I HATE GETTING SONGS STUCK IN MY HEAD.
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOPPPPPPP.
I'm not a psycho, I promise. I find it odd that I talked about a dude I hadn't seen in years today, and then went out to eat with my husband and son... and who did I see? That dude! WEIRD!!
Um, let's see...what else. I've developed a cough. And I don't like it.
My son is a beautiful, ornery, perfect, messy blessing and I love him with all my heart.
I don't have anything else to ramble about. I hope I make it through the rest of the month blogging every day.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
me: you don't want to be a nun.... the name says it!
and yes, blanche said that on golden girls. I cherish moments where I can use golden girls quotes in the real world. Makes my whole day.
PS: I typed this entire post with 1 hand and wrangled a toddler with the other. such fun.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I just want to thank him for spreading all of his germs for all of 3rd grade to catch...and I want to thank his parents for sending him to school still sick.
You guys are greeeeeeeeat.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
What were they arguing over? Nothing. Babyboy just likes the word NO.
In fact, sometimes it's NOOOOOOOOO-UH!
And sometimes it's NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! ..with a finger shake.
A convo between babyboy and me yesterday:
mommy: Where's mommy?
babyboy: at school.
mommy: where's daddy?
babyboy: at school.
mommy: Where's Aunt Lissa?
babyboy:.......I don't know!
SO FUNNY! I don't know if he MEANT to say it, but he said it. "I don't know!" .... what a cute little turkey.
And this is kinda handy....now, when he's hungry, he yells out... "EAT EAT!!"
And an update on me::::::: Nothing. My kid is my life. Deal with it.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
And at our patriotic play this evening, another of my kids puked his guts out on stage in the middle of the performance.
I got to work this morning at 8am; it's 9pm now and I just got home a few minutes ago.
And how was YOUR day?
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
For instance---picture it. Earlier. In the checkout line at the Mart of Wal (sidenote: under one hundred dollars, thank you very much!). I'm busily putting my purchases on the conveyer belt, when another cashier comes to our register with a can of spray paint in her hand and a dirty, older man with pronounced positioning of one side of his body and spray paint all over his mouth/face. The two cashiers give each other knowing looks, and my cashier rings it up for him. When he walks away, the cashiers kinda chuckle about how he was not getting ready to paint anything with that can of spray paint. All I could say was "Bless his heart." And it took all I could do to NOT cry. CRY OVER SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW! WHAT?! Maybe I'm emotional because of hormones. Or maybe I've gone haywire after becoming a mommy. Either way, I'm not complaining... it's just very weird for me.
In other news, the little man is walking like a champ! He's been actually walking since probably 11.5 months, although he started doing steps in his 10th month. Now he's practically running. He's going through a very-grumpy-and-whiny-and-clingy-and-not-wanting-to-sleep phase. It's NOT fun. I'll be glad when my happy baby comes back. :)
That's all, Folks!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
I'm very sad/happy about this.
I wish I would have taken more time during his first few months to just stop and enjoy it, instead of feeling so overwhelmed with being a new mommy and not knowing what the heck I was doing and being sleep deprived--not ENTIRELY because of him but because of my fear of his dying in his sleep. I don't get that time back, and that's sad. But, God willing, I have lots of years ahead where we'll be together, getting closer and closer as mommy and son.
He's a walking, talking, eating-big-boy-foods, certified, grade-A toddler now. We're weaning off of the pacifier and the bottle, although since school's been back in session I've been doing less weaning and have kinda handed the responsibility to his babysitter. She has all day with him, and I have very little time in the afternoon/evening with him. I don't want to make that time stressful for either one of us... I just want to enjoy him. But she's done a wonderful job with him... at her house, he only drinks out of a sippy cup (something he REFUSES to do at home) and does not take the pacifier at all. I only give him the pacifier at bedtime (and on weekends at nap time), so we are slowly but surely making progress.
So school's back in session. I feel pretty much renewed and ready to face a new year, although I have 25 kids in my classroom, so space is limited. We don't even have enough textbooks for everybody. I don't like the first, say, 9 weeks of school... it's hard to remember that they're fresh from second grade and they're not completely un-babyfied yet. So when I get frustrated and think "UGH WHY CAN'T THEY DO THIS?! WHY CAN'T THEY FOLLOW THIS SIMPLE PROCEDURE?!" I have to remember that they're in a transition phase from being completely coddled and pampered to being independent. I have to remind myself of this often.
The hubbster is applying for new jobs... better paying jobs. He has worked for the City for *counts fingers* like 8 years, and he's worth way more than what they pay him. So good luck to him on that.
I'm making beef stew. I know it's more of a cold-weather type food, but it's smelling soooooooo good and I can't wait to eat it and watch the Olympics finale tonight.
I've been totally addicted to the Olympics. It stinks that they show it so late in the evening because I've been staying up like a dummy and watching it when I KNOW I have to be up earlier than dawn just to get myself and the little one ready for the day.
I believe that's all the new news I gots right now. Anybody wanna share anything cool?
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
kid will be 11 months in a few days.
kid's birthday next month. i'm invited.
kid is starting to misbehave. already figured out the "no" means "do it again" and "please" means "don't do whatever she asked" thing.
kid refuses to walk. anytime he's standing freely and i say the word "walk"...even if i'm not talking to him or about him, he'll plop down on his hiney.
just a tad oppositional defiant.
but the cutest kid ever. and i think he knows it.
in other news,
school in less than a month.
workshops in less than two weeks.
haven't won the lottery yet.
given up on writing full sentences.
nobody reads them anyway.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
And by "new," I of course mean a newISH. I hardly buy anything new. I'm very tight in that regard.
It's refurbished. And it's not fancy. I don't like fancy shenanigans. I'm too old to learn new things. I'm one step away from the "Jitterbug" phone. (look it up.)
Anyway, my son will be 10 months old tomorrow at this time. (10:08pm, actually.) I can't believe he's 10 months old. I can't believe he's doing the things he's doing, either. He can't walk unassisted but that doesn't stop him from getting into every little thing, including a game of splashie splashie in the potty whilst mommy changed her clothes in the bedroom. But he pulls up on everything and can stand without assistance for approximately 30 seconds at a time. And he can climb down from the couch properly, not just splat himself on the ground by rolling. (I'm glad he can't climb UP it yet, because as soon as he figures out how to climb UP, I'm gonna have to consider a cage similar to my dogs' bed as a sleeping quarters because that kid will NEVER stay in his bed AGAIN, I guaran-friggin-tee it.)
It amazes me daily how much I love him. I didn't think I'd ever get to a point where I loved someone with every single piece of my heart and then some. But I love that kid more than anything. I am so blessed to have him in my life. I have never loved someone so much, cared about someone so much, worried about someone so much, prayed about someone so much in my entire life. I still have panic attacks about him dying in his sleep, but it might be more of a control issue than I'm letting myself believe. I can't control his breathing. Nobody can. Only God and he can. And that's hard for me to understand, I guess. It's just like when someone else watches him for a little bit, I don't have control over what goes on.... or when the husband takes him to his parents' house, I don't have control over when he sleeps, when he eats, when he gets a diaper change. Hello, my name is Amy, and I have control issues. The first step is admitting it, yeah?
A child that I had when he was in 2nd grade's little sister died on Friday. She was only a year old. Just turned a year old in May. At his 5th grade promotion, I saw his mother and commented on how big the baby had gotten (it seemed like she was JUST pregnant, which is exactly how she felt about me...lol) and she said "ah, she's little! she only weighs 17 lbs!" ...which is VERY little for a year old. Then she reached out to me for me to hold her, and I couldn't resist! I remember thinking that my own kid was a TANK compared to her.... he already outweighed her and was, at that point, only 8 months old. Then, I guess she realized she was with a stranger because she reached back for her mommy. She was a perfectly happy baby. I don't know what happened to her. I don't know if she just died all the sudden... or if she had something wrong with her.... or if something happened. It kills me not knowing, because you can only imagine what's going through my head with my own kid. And it kills me that someone lost their baby, because that's my biggest, greatest, most panic-inducing fear. And it's the most sad because it was one of my very first students' little sister, and you teachers out there know how you bond with your very first class. You feel like they're yours. So if he loses someone, I lose someone. I need to go to her funeral, but I don't know how I'll take the tiny coffin or the fact that the funeral is for a baby only about 3 or 4 months older than my own son. I'm doing lots of praying for the family, because I can only imagine the strength it's going to take for them to not fall completely apart.
Well, I guess that's about it... I still haven't won the lottery, which stinks, but I guess if I'm meant to do the things I think I'm meant to do, something will come up. If not... well.... I don't know.
Goodnight, dear bloggerville.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Apparently the Incredible Hulk got ahold of my husband's cell phone.
Actually DH just got mad because AT&T was being its usual self and not connecting phone calls so he took it out on the poor little phone.
A proper burial service will be held later today.
Monday, May 26, 2008
SCHOOOOOOL'S OUT FOREVER!
It's sad when the teacher is more excited to be away from that place than the students.
In baby news....
*turns 9 months old on Friday.
*cutting his first tooth, finally.
*crawls like the wind blows.
*pulls up on anything he thinks will hold him, stands, lets go, falls flat on his face.
*repeats the step above.
*learned to crawl the right way one day, learned to pull up the very next day. I guess tomorrow he'll learn to drive the car and mow the lawn, then the day after tomorrow he'll learn to be a neurosurgeon.
*is learning simple body parts like eyes, nose, and mouth.
*peekaboo and pattycake fanatic.
I broke my camera. I know, kick me. I deserve it. I want so desperately to catch these moments on film, but alas... my stupid camera.
Did I mention school's out?!
Help me pray, people.... pray with me that I will win the lottery between here and August, or that something else that I'm supposed to be doing will come and plop itself in my lap so I don't have to go back. I don't know that teaching is necessarily what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. At least not permanently. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but surely I have a purpose.... right? Or am I looking but not seeing what's right in front of my face?
Ah, well. It's bedtime.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Lady: (to her friend) Your mother-in-law sounds like a real piece of work!
Penelope: my mother-in-law is like 10 pieces of work... like 20 pieces of work... like 1000 pieces of work... she's more work than your mother-in-law... soooo...
Lady: so-n-so's cat Whiskers McGee died yesterday. She was 15 years old.
Penelope: My cat was 17 years old...its name was Whiskers McGee the first.... it died just a few minutes ago....
Anyway it's a lot funnier if you google it and watch the clips. But it's NOT funny to actually work with someone like this. This lady has a one-up for ANYTHING you've done, seen, experienced, felt, had done to you, etc. For instance....
Someone: my stomach sure hurts... I think I have a virus
Her: Well my stomach always hurts... it's hurting really bad... I think it's my colitis.
And you know, it wouldn't be THAT big a deal, except she doesn't even acknowledge what you said, other than to one-up it.
Me: Did you see that article in the paper where that lady was killed the car wreck?? Some people I know work for the volunteer fire department and were the first ones out there... they said her body parts were everywhere...
Her: Well when I had my wreck, blah blah blah blah blah.
A little sympathy for the woman who died, anyone??
In other news, my friend and I have babies almost the same age. (Mine is 6 weeks older than hers.) But hers is SOOOO HUGE!! She outweighs him by at least 2 pounds. But they are so cute together. She's very chill... my baby is very much a hyper-pants. She's so chubby. He is just long and kind of skinny looking compared to her. I babysat her for a little while yesterday, and I put her in the floor to play with Michael's toys... he got SOOOOOO jealous!! He kept grabbing things from her! He's only 8 months old.... where in the WORLD did he get THAT behavior??
But he was excited for her to be there, and kept grabbing at her and laughing.... cheeky monkey.
Hmm do I have any other news? Oh. I'm SO SICK OF WORK AND I NEED IT TO BE SUMMER VACATION RIGHT THIS FLIPPING MINUTE. K thanks.
That is all.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
He’s such a fun, content little person now. He’s expressive and is developing a sense of humor. He can wave hi and bye. He’s practically crawling. I’ll blink and he’ll be "practically driving". He finally, after months of begging from both Michael and me, can say "dada". He says "dada" when he’s happy and "mama" when he’s sad. Ha.
Oh, and he has upgraded to a big boy convertible carseat that stays in the car now. He looks so teensy in that big ol’ seat.
I still have nightly panic attacks about him not breathing while he’s sleeping. I don’t think they’re going to go away.
In other news, Spring is here, which means HELLOOOO ALLERGIES! My eyes are itchy balls of flame right now. But the weather has been simply beautiful, so I shant complain.
Well... I’m off to do.... other things than this. So long!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
My child's only time to ever meet her. Except when he was in my tummy. That's my mom holding him.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Number one-- I think that cell phones have made us ignorant and spineless. Sure, I enjoy the convenience of having a way to get ahold of someone at all times. But number one, I don't know ANYBODY's number anymore. I don't take the time to memorize it... why should I? Isn't that why they invented address books on phones? But what happens if something occurs and I don't have access to my cell phone? Who do I call? I guess I can call the Pizza Hut in Oklahoma City (270-0000!!) or time and temperature in Ada (436-1776)... or the chinese place here in Lawton (fie-nine-fie-nine-fie-fie-fie...tank yu)... and that's about it. Number two, I am wondering what the point of text messaging is. Okay, I do it too, every now and then. Most of the time with my little sister, who could probably win a fastest text messager contest. But why is it that people seem to be able to say things via text message that they can't say to people's faces? The words on the screen... do they have magical powers that make you brave? I say this because today I was told of the second happening of its kind that I've heard of in recent history..... a boyfriend dumping a girlfriend via text message. And yes, perhaps if they were 15 and only called each other boyfriend/girlfriend because it's the cool thing to do, and they "go out" together but they don't actually "go out" anywhere, then yeah, whatever, break up via text message. But I'm talking about grown men... one in his late 20s, one in his late 30s... breaking up with a woman over text message. And in all actuality, I have heard of another recent break up via e-mail. Stop the insanity, people!! What happened to good, old fashioned common courtesy?! I remember when breaking up with someone or delivering bad news via the telephone was uncouth. I can't begin to express my loathing for someone who cannot "balls up" and say something to someone's face that they can type out, one stupid letter at a time, on a cell phone.
Number two-- I am outraged at the moment because of a recent child abuse case here in Lawton that has caused a 2 month old baby to be laid to rest. I am outraged that the mother gave the oldest excuse in the book (my baby fell off the 2-ft bed on to the carpet and now he has irreversible brain damage, can't breathe on his own, and a hemorrhage behind his eye consistent with shaken baby syndrome... yeah, that's it!), and upon realizing nobody was believing her story, changes it to where her other son who is about 1 1/2 pushed the baby off the bed. Wow. I am outraged that she allowed herself to get that frustrated without walking away. I am outraged that her frustrations were taken out on a 2 month old baby. I am outraged that she didn't ask for help.... even if she asked a neighbor to watch her sons while she cried her eyes out in the bathroom or something. And yet my heart goes out to her for not doing something. Don't get me wrong, I know how very frustrating a baby can be. Especially when they cry. My child doesn't "cry"--he has two volumes, silence and SCREAMING. I have been blessed with what can be described as a "difficult" child. He is very strong willed, very demanding, and has a very, VERY bad temper. And my mom, husband, sister, and whoever else dropped by the hospital the day after he was born can tell you this--he has been that way SINCE THE DAY HE WAS BORN. I was major pain from a c-section, I was frustrated because breastfeeding was harder than I imagined it would be, I was exhausted because I was in labor for 30+ hours, pushed for 3, to be wheeled back to surgery, then I stayed up the entire night he was born for fear he would stop breathing if I wasn't watching.... and my son cried, cried, screamed, and cried some more. Yes, I was frustrated. Yes, I wanted to scream and cry myself. But I could never pick up his 8 lb, 7 oz body and harm it. I could never lay my hands on him to hurt him. I love him so much, and I love his faults... even when they frustrate me... they make him Peanut! There is no excuse for child abuse.
Now the question is-- what can I do to help make this sweet, innocent angel in heaven's life have a purpose? How do I make sure, single handedly, that this doesn't happen again in this city? That's what I want to know.
If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention.