Sunday, October 29, 2006
Here is the little darling demonstrating how he loves to attach to random objects that capture his affection and then drag them around the house.
And here is Son thoroughly enamored with his new Halloween maracas. He's been attached since the first moment he laid eyes on them. The exersaucer isn't much good for sitting in anymore since Son is MUCH too busy to stay in one place these days. But it does serve as a fun place to climb in and out of.
And Daughter is quite amused with her "googly eye" Halloween glasses.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Daughter: "Why do you get to stay home with us most days, Mommy?"
Me: "Because Daddy makes enough money so that Mommy doesn't have to work all the time. Isn't that nice?"
Daughter: (Pausing to ponder a minute) "But that means Daddy has to work all the time."
...uh, yeah...well...I didn't say it was a PERFECT plan...
Thursday, October 26, 2006
- What can I say…I haven’t had a lot to blog about lately
- Which is unusual, because usually I have so much to blog about that I can’t find the time to blog it all
- The reason I can’t find the time is because I’m so busy chasing my 10 month old son and my 3 year old daughter
- My kiddos are the cutest kiddos on the planet (except yours, of course)
- But there are times I want to set my “cutest kiddos” on the curb with a “free to good home” sign
- Fortunately those moments are fleeting, and I bring them back inside before someone takes me up on it
- I love being a 75% SAHM
- I also love being a 25% professional mental health therapist
- Sometimes it’s hard to love my career and love being a SAHM at the same time
- I can’t believe people PAY ME to listen to their problems (you probably can’t believe it either)
- I have taught college courses as an adjunct professor
- I decided to let go of that position when my son’s birth was near
- I really miss teaching college
- I once used the word “ass” in front of my college class
- Since it was a Christian college, I had one student who accused me of cussing
- I don’t consider “ass” a cuss word. Fortunately, neither did the chair of my department
- I continue to be asked to come back and teach in spite of the “ass” incident
- The two best places I've lived are in the wilderness of
Northern Idahoat the border and near the Canada coastline Oregon
- I don’t care much for the scenery of the
Midwest, but the houses cost a lot less
- I have a bachelor’s degree in classical piano
- I rarely find time to play the piano much anymore (see number 3)
- I also have a bachelor’s degree in creative writing
- The only writing I find time to do is on this blog (see number 3)
- I also have a master’s degree in clinical psychology
- I was granted the award of “Outstanding Graduate Student” for the year 2002 by my college
- I didn’t know the award existed until I was granted it
- I was also granted the award of “Outstanding Psychology Graduate Student” for the year 2002 by my region’s Psychological Association
- I didn’t know that award existed either
- I didn’t study psychology in undergraduate school
- Not a single class—not even general psychology
- I had a cat that lived to be 19 ½ years old
- He was getting really sick from cancer, and I had to put him to sleep
- His name was
- I really miss him
- I’m really independent and relatively antisocial
- That’s why I don’t have many friends
- And why I don’t really care
- I watch Lifetime movies when I run on the treadmill
- It’s really irritating
- I can't stand it when I get sucked into one and have to miss the ending
- I don’t have enough time to watch a movie all the way to the end (see number 3)
- I have a kind and tolerant husband that will record the end of really stupid Lifetime movies for me to watch later
- The only network television show I ever watch is ER
- I don’t have time to watch television (see number 3)
- I hate hot weather
- I hated hot weather even more when I was pregnant (both times)
- I gained 48 pounds with my first pregnancy
- I lost it all
- It took a year and a half
- Two weeks later I discovered I was pregnant again
- We hadn’t exactly planned to get pregnant again just yet
- I gained 50 pounds with my second pregnancy
- I gave birth to my second child 10 months ago
- I had lost 35 pounds last time I checked
- I was recently diagnosed with hypothyroidism
- That explains why I can’t seem to lose the last 15 pounds
- I’m not giving up
- I started running again
- And lifting weights
- I fear being fat
- I ordered my husband to hide the scale because I obsess about things
- One time I obsessed about the Duggar family after seeing them on The Lifetime Channel
- It was all I talked about for several days
- I couldn’t let it go until I knew WHY they have 16 children
- I could never have 16 children
- Two children is just right for me
- My body doesn’t know how to give birth
- That’s why I had to tolerate two c-sections
- My two c-sections were the freakiest things I’ve experienced so far
- I thought I wanted two girls
- I don’t know what I was thinking
- My husband and I accidentally met in an internet chat room
- Three months later we met face to face
- Six weeks later he asked me to marry him
- I said, “Yes”
- Three and a half months later we got married
- Some people thought we were crazy
- Our 10 year anniversary is February 2007
- Apparently we made a good decision to marry each other
- But I still I wouldn’t recommend for others to do what we did
- It really was a little crazy
- But I know a good man when I meet one
- I had met a lot of bad ones before
- I moved 6 times between 1994 and 1997, including one cross country move
came with me every time Frederick
- I also changed jobs 6 times between those same years
- I was really tired after that
- I don’t have any addictions
- Except chocolate
- I also love popcorn
- I used to be addicted to Diet Coke
- I gave up soda pop of all types 6 months ago
- I don’t miss it
- I also gave up sugar
- I missed it at first
- I don’t anymore
- My favorite color is red
- If I could go anywhere in the world it would be
- I would live there in a log cabin on a mountainside where the moose and bears run wild
- That’s the only thing I would change about my life
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
However, current reality is nothing like that. The current norm at our house is the appearance that we’ve had some kind of wild party that lasted for days. Only instead of empty beer cans and pizza crusts littering the floor we’ve got half-empty sippy cups and Cheerios everywhere--along with laundry that is lucky to have made it all the way to the washing machine but has never quite made it back into the dresser drawers and closets. Who knows which mound is clean or dirty anymore. There’s a sink overflowing with dirty dishes. I still can’t figure out how feeding two young children a single meal always results in two dozen small dirty bowls and half a dozen dirty eating utensils. And I think we could feed all the starving children on the planet with the crumbs and food pieces that lay to rest on the floor all around the kitchen table (Dear Son is learning how to “self-feed,” if you want to call it that).
Furthermore, Son is getting quite proficient at finding all the drawers and cupboard doors, and they ALL have to be open and any contents inside must be pulled out and explored…and then left at random while he goes off to take apart and explore the next thing. Simultaneously, Daughter is in this interesting phase where she likes to tuck her dollies and stuffed animals into any type of container she can find that resembles a bed and cover them up with clean dishrags and dish towels that had actually succeeded in making their way back to the drawer in the kitchen before she pulled them out again. She actually does have REAL baby blankets and a toy cradle for her babies, so I think she does this just to add to my insanity. There's an endless foray of random misplaced objects throughout the house in general, such as the spoon I found upstairs in the pocket of the rocking chair in Son’s room last night and the socks that Daughter doesn't want to keep on her feet so she leaves them on the couch, in the middle of the kitchen floor, and under the furniture.
Usually I can handle all of this with minimal exasperation. However, I’m having hormone problems. Really, I am. Apparently my thyroid gland has decided it doesn’t want to work as hard after assisting my body with the process of birthing two live beings into this world. This means, among lots of other problematic symptoms, that I am fat and irritable, my hair is frizzy and falling out, and I’m tired all the time. Since my metabolism is malfunctioning, the 60 minutes of running 4-5 times per week and 30 minutes of strength training 3 times per week and following the advice of my nutritionist to the letter only helps minimally. I ordered Husband to put the scale somewhere where I will never find it before I lose my mind and commit harry carry. Yes, I have lost 35 pounds since Son’s birth, but I managed to gain 50 pounds during the pregnancy, and I am still at least 15 pounds too fat to fit in my clothes and apparently still at least 15 pounds too fat for my wedding ring to fit (swollen fingers are another hypothyroid symptom). I summarize this paragraph by stating that I am simply not at my best these days and it doesn’t seem to matter how hard I work to make it better, it’s all for naught.
Because I am not at my best these days, Dear Son’s teething trauma is especially stressful. My typical easy going little boy has taken to banging his face into the floor and engaging in screaming fits as if he’s demon possessed. Hours and days and weeks of this (combined with the hormone fatalities) has left me with my own personality alterations. I’ve been holding daily exorcisms for us both. So far the demons are just laughing at me.
Juggling my career responsibilities in addition to hosting these wild parties is an interesting experience, too. It’s not unusual for me to need to have telephone conversations or teleconferences with other professionals from my home. This is tough to do with Son’s crazy fits, and lately I’ve had to explain that I’ve invited some demons over for a wild party so please just ignore all the noise in the background.
In the midst of all this we have managed to have a couple recent outings…to the zoo a couple weeks ago and to a fall festival last weekend. Here is a picture of Daughter after getting her face painted like a kitty and a picture of her in the inflatable jumping house (her favorite activity).
...And a picture of Daughter and Grandpa H at the zoo...
...And just for cute value, a couple pictures of Dear Son pushing down his crib bumper to see what he was missing during his nap...
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
...and fearless. This kid is fearless. He will scoot his way about the house without regard as to where his Mommy or Daddy are. He will turn to look over his shoulder and offer a grin as he heads out a doorway and off into the sunset. He pulls himself up on the side of the bathtub (yikes!), tries to look into the toilets, pulls large electic appliances out of the kitchen cupboards, takes off up the stairs....Childproofing our house is taking on a whole new meaning and dimension than it ever did with Daughter.
And so I will go against the grain of my usual and customary practices to confront something I just can't deny: What we currently have on our hands is MOST DEFINITELY a boy thing!