Monday, December 26, 2011

month eleven


I think Christmas is a pretty good reason to be behind on writing to you, don't you? We did take pictures on Christmas Eve, though, so Mama has made it 11 months taking pictures on the 24th. I'm pretty impressed with that. One more to go!


Let's see. What's been going on with you this month? Your eating is pretty much the same. We're trying to start the weaning from the bottle. We really need to put more effort into this one. So far you drink really well from the sippy cup. Unfortunately, that means you are very efficient at getting water out only to let it fall right back out of your mouth. We've recently started giving you a cup with a straw and, while you still spill some, you swallow some as well. Progress! You're still a good eater and are eating more table foods as the weeks progress.


Sleep has been a bit of a challenge at times this month. You've taken to waking up somewhere between 2 and 4:00 to cry. I don't know what's going on with that. I was suspecting you were cold. You now go to sleep with the quilt Mama made you and a little owl lovey. I hand you that owl and you hug it and nestle into my shoulder. I love it. And then I'm forced to put you in bed and walk away. You still sleep on your stomach all night. We've had to start pulling the front of your diaper up a little higher (so that you almost have a plumber's crack in the back) so that there are no diaper fails at night. And we've gone up to size 4 at night. I guess after we finish off these size 3s that we have, we'll make the switch completely. I can't believe you're that big.


Just a note on what we call you these days...Mama still says "Chicken" but has added Chicken Nugget, Munchkin, and Munchkinland. Sometimes you get called "Sista" as does Maggie. You two are sisters, afterall.


Early this month we went to your great grandmother's funeral. It was very nicely done and you were quite well-behaved. You got to meet a bunch of people for the first time, some relatives and some friends. Everyone really enjoys you and that makes me happy. People comment on how happy and cute you are. I, of course, agree.

You and I also ate lunch with one of Mama's friends the other day. She hadn't seen you in awhile and couldn't get over how big you have gotten. It's true. You're still a baby but are creeping closer to turning into a little girl. We don't have a doctor's appointment until next month but I think you're about 29" (as you can't stand up fully underneath the breakfast table anymore) and weigh not quite 23 pounds (up about 2/3 of a pound since last month so your weight gain is definitely slowing).


I think I mentioned last month how we all thought it would be fun for you and your cousin to take pictures together every Christmas. Well, the day we were supposed to get you two together you came down with conjunctivitis. In both eyes. It was awful and you looked absolutely terrible. Everyone who saw you was reminded of Quasimodo. Luckily, it was caused by a bacteria so we were able to treat it. Sadly, it was with an ointment we had to put in both of your eyes. I think that was the hardest thing I've had to do as a parent so far. It was definitely a 2-person job and even then it was near impossible. But you got better quickly so I guess it was worth it.

And we finally got those pictures in your Christmas dress! You and your cousin looked so cute. I'm glad we got matching dresses this year. And we finally took your picture for our Christmas card. It turned out pretty well, too. We did have lots of outtakes, though.


We also finally got to take you to meet Santa. He was at the credit union--short line and free pictures with him. You just stared at him; no tears or screaming like some other kids. He was very nice and gave you a candy cane and a little Santa toy. You laugh when you see that toy.


One of the things Mama ordered you for Christmas was a Radio Flyer walker. It's kind of like a wagon but it has a handle that you can hold onto and walk behind. It came a few days before Christmas and Daddy couldn't wait to open it. So we put it together and let you have it early. The reviews I had read online said that it helped kids learn to walk. In fact, one woman mentioned that her child was walking within 2 weeks. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad idea. At first, you didn't like that it moved but Daddy showed you how to do it a few times. Then you really got the hang of it. Because it doesn't steer, you'd walk it all the way across the living room until it hit a dining room chair. And then you figured out that you could just stand on the side of it and push it back the way you came. We were very proud of you for figuring that out. I think you really like it and it seems like you're cruising more already. On Christmas Eve night, you were standing up and weren't holding onto anything (a newly-acquired skill) and there was a look on your face that said you were thinking about walking. You paused and kind of shuffled one foot before quickly falling down. It was exciting to see but also a bit unbelievable. That Radio Flyer works wonders!

While you didn't open your own Christmas presents, you did enjoy playing with them. You got so many things that Mama is putting some away for later. You also enjoyed visiting with your family during the holidays. We have one more celebration left on New Year's Day.


One final new development is that you started saying "uh oh" the day you turned 11 months old. You said something that kind of sounded like it and I repeated it. You said it back to me. You've since said it multiple times. And you seem to know when to say it. It's very exciting. I can't believe you are going to start using words. I think you're going to be even more entertaining once you start telling me stories.

Well, Chicken. You kicked off this last month of your first year with a bang. I wonder if you'll be walking by the end of it? It's going to be a fun month--you get to go on your first big vacation. I hope it all goes well. One last bit of advice for you. If--when you're a grown-up--you find that you can take several days off around the Christmas holidays, I think it's a great idea to take a few days before and a few days after. It was a happy coincidence that that's how things worked out for me this year. It gave me time to prepare and a little time to recover. And, of course, time to enjoy you and the rest of the family. Get ready for next month's last letter! (Well, maybe the last one until you're 2.)

Friday, December 02, 2011

facelift

Oooh, ahhh. A little blog re-design. I'd imagine more tweaks are possible.

What's everybody up to? Is anyone still out there?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

month ten

Chicken, can I start this out with some whining? For the second time this year, your month birthday is landing on a major holiday. This time it's one of my favorites--Thanksgiving. Mama woke up feeling ok, walked Maggie, took your monthly pictures, and then started feeling bad. I was hoping it was just my non-gallbladder acting up but I think it's a stomach virus. Woe is me. So I had Daddy help me finish food prep and sent the two of you to your aunt and uncle's. I'm so disappointed I'm not there with you--your entire family is there (both sides of our family--Mama's and Daddy's). Sigh... But I'm sure you're having a good time and that everyone is enjoying the kick-off to the real holiday season with not one but two babies. Ok, rant over.


What all happened this month? You got bit by the other little girl at daycare. Sometimes she doesn't want to share with you (meaning she wants what you have) and you give in but I've heard that other times you stand your ground. Good for you. Since you're cruising pretty well now (along furniture, etc) daycare has become a 3-ring circus. Two of you are walking and then you're cruising. Well, I guess some days it's a 4-ring circus as your little cousin has joined y'all this month. I'm very excited that y'all will hopefully get to spend a lot of time together growing up.

No doctor's visit this month so I'm not sure how long you are. It seems like your weight gain has slowed down (right around 22 lb) and your thunder thighs are thinning out a bit. I was oddly sad to see that. You're just such a big girl now. I can't believe you were so little and helpless such a short time ago.


Even though your weight has evened out, you still LOVE eating. You feel very mistreated if you are around others who are eating and you're not. Even if you have JUST eaten. Sometimes distraction works but usually we just give you a tiny bit of something appropriate for you. You still love feeding yourself. And you have 6 teeth!

You are very chatty these days but still mostly "dadadada" with an occasional "mamamama" thrown in. No real words yet but I do think you're starting to understand more. You kind of know how to turn light switches on and off if I hold you next to them--a skill I'm fond of right now as 1) you can't reach them on your own and 2) sometimes my hands are full so you provide an extra one.


The funniest thing this month is that we figured out that your favorite joke is when someone puts something on their head. You laugh and laugh. It doesn't matter if it's a hat or a towel or a toy. The other evening, I kept putting a toy on my head and then would let it fall off (sometimes you like to remove it yourself). You started picking it up and handing it back to me so I could put it on my head again. It was quite a fun game.


That same night you pulled yourself up on the jogging stroller to try to get a toy in the seat. You couldn't quite reach it so the stroller started rolling. You almost fell down once but regained composure. Then it started rolling again. I think you would have fallen that time if it hadn't hit the coat rack. Part of me is a little surprised that you're not walking unassisted yet but I'm in no rush for it. You haven't stood alone yet either.


This month was also your first Halloween. You were, of course, a chicken. And a quite cute one at that. Mama went as a farmer and Daddy as a fireman. We went to a scary adult party but since you were so little none of the scary stuff scared you. I think that will be the last time we can go for awhile. That's ok, though, because next year we'll go trick-or-treating. I predict Daddy will eat all of the candy. The weekend before Halloween our family and your uncle's family ran and/or walked a 5k. It was cold but we all bundled up. You did great and we did way better on our time. It was, after all, your 2nd 5k. Mama has started running again so you come with me a few times a week.





Toward the end of this month you got sick (probably a virus) and rashy. You also got a yeasty diaper rash. We are still battling it. The fun part for you is that you get nakie time. Or at least pants-free time, depending on the temperature. I sure hope this goes away soon. If not, to the doctor we will go.


Last weekend we started a tradition with your cousin, auntie, and her mother. We all went to lunch and then shopped for Christmas dresses. Since y'all are so little this year, we got matching dresses. I think y'all will both be awfully cute. We hope to take pictures of y'all together and do this every year. Mama's thinking about a few other holiday traditions to start as well.


Sad news is that two days ago your great-grandmother died. Mama was very sad to hear this. Great-grandma was one day short of being 100 years and 10 months old. That's a VERY long time. And you know what? She was in mighty good shape until about the last 3 days. Chicken, that's pretty much the best we can hope for in this life. I'm so glad the two of you were able to meet.


I guess that's all I can think of today. As it's Thanksgiving, I'll tell you a few things I'm thankful for. The number 1 thing is you. I'm so thankful that you're here and that you're happy and healthy. The same goes for Daddy and the rest of our family. I'm thankful we both have Daddy. That Mama and Daddy have jobs that let us live a pretty comfortable life. That we have this fun house that you're growing up in. That we live close to lots of our family. And for things like the internet and pie and leftovers and safe transportation and literacy and free speech and did I mention you?

Monday, November 21, 2011

occupy

Interesting article:

I've been watching the news lately. I'm amused by the hordes of people camping out and demonstrating (or whatever they're doing). They say they're "occupying."

Well, occupying isn't enough.

A rock occupies a spot on the ground. Does the rock do anything? Not much.

And that's the point. A rock can be a formidable weapon (if it's a big enough rock, or if it carries a significant velocity), but when it's just occupying a space on the ground, all its energy is "potential" energy. It doesn't do anything but have potential.

Money can be used for great good, but until it's put into motion, it's got a lot of potential, but it really doesn't do a lot of good (except make those of us who worry a lot feel a little better).

People have great potential -- but unless they/we use that potential, move in the right direction, and do more than occupy a spot, people don't do a heck of a lot of good.

The key in all of these scenarios is to do something with the object or person. When a person or an object is put into motion, all sorts of things can happen. Lives can change, worlds can be transformed, countries can be altered.

But all these instances require someone or something to do more than just sit there.

We have great potential, you and I. We can accomplish great things, for good or for evil. We can make a difference in the lives of every person we meet. We can alter companies, change nations, influence the world for good. We can make a difference. We can be great if we only will.

We can do all these things -- if we don't just sit there, but rather get out and move.

Potential energy is wonderful -- but it's not good for a lot until it's put into motion. Velocity is what counts here, not just sitting there, waiting for your world to mysteriously change around you to what you hope it will become.

Copyright, 2011, by Daryl R. Gibson.

Monday, October 24, 2011

month 9

It's official. You have now been alive on the outside as long as you were on the inside. That is so hard for me to believe--3/4 of a year. I just know the last 1/4 will fly by because of all the upcoming holiday craziness.


Chicken, it has been a big month. Huge. And your changes mean my changes, especially this time. You started this month out by pulling up to a kneeling position in your crib. You were very pleased with yourself. Daddy and I lowered it that day. You're a sneaky one and you tend to make big leaps with your physical development. I didn't want to take any chances. Maybe halfway through the month, you were able to pull up to a standing position so I think we made the right choice.


You have also started crawling. You just went from looking close to suddenly being able to crawl the next day. No "almost crawling" for you. You could just immediately make your way across the room. And wow, what a difference this has made. The next day I did a cursory baby proofing in the key rooms and then just watched you interact with your environment. It was easier to finish baby proofing that way. It's been an ongoing battle ever since. I'm not gonna lie. It has been a huge adjustment for me. You can get into everything now. And you do. This weekend I had to problem-solve to try to figure out what changes we needed to make around here so that I could still do things like cook dinner and keep you alive at the same time.


Very shortly after the crawling came the pulling up on furniture. Then the pulling up on everything. You'll crawl across the room to me and pull up on me. You'd try to pull up on Maggie if she'd only stay still long enough. You love the low windowsills in this old house. They are perfect for you. And the upstairs bathroom window has a ledge in front of it that I like keeping plants on. You like pulling plants off. I think for the safety (and sanity) of everyone, those little guys may need a temporary home elsewhere.


You are very, very busy. Towards the end of the month you started being able to follow me around from room to room. It's really cute to see you coming around the corner. And as big of a change as this mobility is, I'm so glad you're still pretty slow. Things are going to get insane around here once you're walking. I have a feeling that's going to be sooner than later. You already started doing a little cruising when holding on to the couch. And I think your newest trick is that you can get back to crawling/sitting after you've been standing. Oh, and you can hold onto something with one hand and bend down to grab something off the floor and then stand up again. You're fancy pantsy.


No waving yet but you enjoy giving people 5 (usually a low-5 instead of a high one) and you clap. Most of the time when I start clapping and saying "yea" you will join in. And you say something that sounds a little like "yea" as well. You're still pretty happy but you do get cranky more. I'm thinking it's just because you have so much changing right now. That, and you have a little separation anxiety sometimes. You're fine with strangers, though.

We all got sick this month. Daddy brought home an upper respiratory infection I think. We just suffered through it. It hit you and I harder than Daddy. But it's so funny how you're in good spirits even when sick. Boy were you snotty this time. Sheesh. And again, you cut not one but two teeth while you were sicky. Chicken, you are determined to do things the hard way. I think you get that from me. Or actually you probably get that from your Daddy, too. You didn't stand a chance.

The weather has finally turned (except for today where it is nearly November and the high is 88). Fall is such a great season. I'm looking forward to being outside with you more. Of course, now there are tons of mosquitoes after our full day of rain a few weeks ago. The rain was sorely needed, and it was also fun to hang out with you during stormy weather. The little cold front we got let me make you into a little fashionista. But it's challenging to dress a crawling baby when it's chilly outside and you have wood floors inside. You can slip and slide all over the place. Oh, speaking of, you got into Maggie's water bowl yesterday...


We made it back to Austin to visit your great-grandmother, great uncle, and first cousin once removed. (Huh, huh? Mama will teach you the rules on that one day so that you, too, can feel fancy to know them.) It was a short, hectic weekend but it's so fun to see you visiting with folks. Afterwards, you started having issues with sleeping. I think we got your schedule all wacky and it's had a hard time working itself out. You know, in addition to all these new skills you're learning and the separation anxiety thing. That seems to be worst at bedtime. And you've woken up in the middle of the night several nights just wanting to be held. Mama's going to have to psych herself up to let you cry it out. Again. Gah, kid. It's going to be even worse to do that now since you can STAND there in your crib just sobbing. Not looking forward to it. But what makes up for it? This bootie in the air thing:


We also went to one of your little friend's 2nd birthday party on Saturday. You got to see a lot of people you hadn't seen in awhile. And people just love you. I think you're pretty charming like that. I'm looking forward to you growing up knowing my friends' children. I hope y'all are friends, too.

You're pretty chatty these days. You still favor "dadadada" but you've brought back "mamamama." The only thing is that the "mamamama" comes out in the saddest way possible and only when you're tired and/or upset. Good times. I don't know if we should count any of these as your first word. We haven't. Still waiting till we're clear you know what you're saying I think.


On the eating front, you are going gangbusters, too. You've had plum, potato, nectarine, yogurt, pears, peas, kiwi, beans (refried like a good little Texan), zucchini, turkey, spinach, mango, chicken, asparagus, cheese. I think we're pretty free to add new things now (with a few exceptions). You still enjoy everything you eat and really love finger foods. My new tactic at dinnertime is to feed you and then give you puffs or pieces of banana or something so you can feed yourself while I cook. You don't really like to be in the high chair without a task. For that matter, you don't really like being confined in anything for too long. The exersaucer? The Johny Jumper? Sure. Fine. For about 5 minutes.

At your doctor's appointment today you were 21 pounds and 28.5" (so I must have stretched you last month--pretty sure you're not shrinking). You're around the 85th percentile for both. The doctor said we've been doing everything right regarding feeding. And you seem to be progressing nicely with everything. I can't tell you how much that means to me.


Throughout the month I think of all sorts of things that I want to tell you in these letters. Sometimes I think about it when I'm falling asleep. I always think I should right them down but I hardly ever do. I'll try to do better about that for next month. I do want you to know how much I enjoy being your mom. Even when I'm holding you at 3am on a work night because you just seem to need love, I think about how one day I'll yearn to have that exact moment back. I love that you seem to love me now. I love that I can comfort you. Recently, I was talking to some moms with older kids, some of them my age even. They were telling me about their favorite times with their kids and lots of them (not surprisingly) listed ages that we haven't gotten to yet. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to all of it. All of it. And hopefully you'll still let me hug you and hopefully that will sometimes still be all you need to feel better.


Tuesday, October 04, 2011

date a girl who reads

Funny that I stumbled across this this morning. I've been sick the last several days and finally read "The Help" during that time. When I read a lot in a short period, my mind starts thinking in the same style of the book I'm reading. Last night I mentioned this to The Husband, saying that I was thinking in poor grammar...

“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

— Rosemarie Urquico

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

reminiscin'

I definitely have work I should be doing but I didn't sleep well last night so I'm moving a little slowly. Hubby is sick. I think he's getting me sick. So instead of working, I got distracted by this:


Can you believe she now looks like this?



Crazy.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

month eight

Oh, Chicken. Another month. The biggest news this month may be that you're, um, big. I weighed you on the Wii a few days ago and you were about 20.5 lbs. Seriously?! Where did my petite little baby go? That's around the 87th percentile according to an app I got for the new iPad. Your length? About 30.25"--this is off the charts percentile-wise. I guess you're relatively height-weight proportionate. That's pretty important to society once you're older. Now you're just a chunky monkey. In your brief life you've gone from being too small for the clothes that you're allegedly supposed to fit into to being too big.


You're still sleeping well at night and are pretty easy to put to bed on most nights. Sometimes you are angry and not quite ready for bed. You generally still take 2 naps each day. You only napped once a few days this week and I don't think it was good for you. You were ready for bed super early and were a little grumpy/overtired. Overall, though, you are still amazingly happy. You smile a lot and giggle a little more now. You occasionally get mad if I put you down or if you're sitting and would rather be standing.


You're eating well. Obviously. You normally have 5 bottles a day and you're eating solids for breakfast and dinner. I'm still making your food. New this month? Cantaloupe, broccoli, cauliflower, cottage cheese, brussel sprouts, barley cereal, and blueberries. You've liked everything ok so far except for cottage cheese. I don't blame you. You eat more solids at each sitting and we're trying to give you a little more texture. You gum those bananas like nobody's business.


I don't get to hear "mamamama" anymore. Ever. You have taken to saying "dadadada" and sometimes "nanana." Granddad is trying to get a "gran" in front of that "dadada" but no luck so far. You babble a lot. Sometimes it is a pretty noise, sometimes not so pretty, and sometimes high-pitched. I've been trying to get you to wave, clap, and kiss this month. No progress on waving. You do enjoy clapping but you don't do it on your own. And I think you've kissed a few times. You are pretty good at squeezing when I tell you to "hug Mama." I'm going to force physical affection while I still can.

You're getting a little better at standing but always while you're holding onto something. Still no cruising. You are *this close* to crawling, though. I thought you may do it before I wrote this but I guess we'll have to save it for next month. You get yourself on your tummy from a sitting position and vice versa. You can maneuver yourself backwards pretty easily and forwards using a series of slightly awkward movements. You also get yourself into crawling position and rock back and forth, sometimes lunging. Once you get those knees working I don't think there will be any stopping you. Earlier this week I realized how close you were to crawling and it freaked me out a little. I was proud of you but at the same time was a little sad at how fast you're growing up. I'm just trying to enjoy it all.


One thing you've done for months that I don't think I've ever mentioned is twirling your wrists and ankles. You just spin your hands and feet in circles, sometimes when you're sitting on the floor and often when you're in the stroller. I like it in the stroller the best because you stick your little legs and arms straight out and spin, spin, spin. We'll have to get video of it since I know one day you'll stop. I'll miss it.

Speaking of strollers, we got a secondhand jogging stroller this month. I've jogged with you a whopping one time. Mama is freakishly busy and seriously needs to figure out better time management. Anyway, you seemed to like it and then you fell asleep. We took it out again this morning just for a walk. It's a much smoother ride but we tend to have a harder time not running over Maggie.


You had your first eye doctor appointment earlier this month. We wanted to make sure everything was ok since Daddy had some issues as a little boy. You seem to be fine. You handled everything really well. Even eye dilation--and Mama hates that.

We're finally done with Daddy going out-of-town for work. Praise tiny baby Jesus. He was in New York a week, home a week, rinse, repeat for August and half of September. Maggie, you, and I managed on our own fairly well. The first week was the hardest but we kind of fell into a pattern. On Daddy's last trip, I joined him for a few days. That meant we left you (both of us at the same time) for the first time. You stayed with your grandparents from that Thursday till Sunday. Everyone managed ok. It wasn't as hard to leave you as I thought it would be but it was still nice to be back home.


This month was the 10th anniversary of 9-11. One day you'll know what that means. One day we'll take you (and possibly a little brother or sister) to the memorial and tell you all about it. It's a weird day every year now but I think this year was more emotional for a lot of people than it had been previously. For me, it was the first year it came around since becoming a mother. I think I was particularly emotional because of that. Then when Daddy and I were at the memorial only days later, I cried when I saw women's names listed followed by "and her unborn child." So sad.


What kind of knowledge would I like to impart this month? I've thought about a lot of things but didn't make notes at all during the month this time. Maybe my first tidbit is to keep lists. Seriously, things have been so busy. I'm not sure how I'm managing everything and the answer is probably that I'm not. Chicken, life is busy. You will have many obligations and opportunities. There will be chores that you just have to do and fun things that you'll be grateful for. Sometimes you'll have to say no. But sometimes you will over commit yourself. Sometimes you will feel overwhelmed and overworked and overloaded and under appreciated. Try to figure out a way to manage it all. Delegate. Figure out your priorities. Take deep breaths. Do something fun. Change what you can and ignore what you can't. And ask me for advice. By the time you get there maybe I'll have figured it out for the both of us.

(Blurry as you went from looking out the window to nosediving into the basket of toys in about half a second. Mama had to grab your leg.)

I don't often think about us and where we'll be way down the road but I sure hope we're nice to one another. I hope you still give me hugs and that I still get so happy just seeing you, whether it's after being away for 4 days or just while we were sleeping. I hope no matter how crazy things get we'll always make time for one another.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

something fun everyday: days 29 and 30

And, thus, the conclusion. You'd think I'd have some fantastic Day 30 but work is so crazy now...

Monday/Day 29: I ordered delivery pasta from Pizza Hut. If you have a household with two >40-hour jobs, a baby, and a dog, you know how fun this really is.

Tuesday/Day 30: I unexpectedly shared the conference room with another person from my company. Sometimes it's nice to just visit with someone. Commiserate. Hadn't met her before but it was nice to share the ridiculous day with someone.

Off to what will surely end up being another ridiculous day...

Monday, September 19, 2011

something fun everyday: days 25-28 (or "i heart ny")

Every other week since August, Hubby has been in New York for work. He's left around lunchtime on Sundays and returned around midnight (or later) on Fridays. Huge, huge props to you single moms because it is HARD. The first week was the worst but we kind of fell into a rhythm after that. And, in a way, I think it was good for our marriage since we got to miss each other again and got to appreciate all the other does (since I often had to travel on the weeks Hubby was home).

On Thursday, I left the baby with the grandparents and met him in NY. Yeehaw! My plane ended up having a mechanical issue that caused the flight to be delayed by 4 hours. Good thing I jumped ship and got the next-to-last seat on another flight. Unfortunately, it was to a different airport and during rush hour so I was still fairly late in my arrival. But I made it! Hubby met me in the hotel lobby and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I changed clothes, admired the view from our room, and we grabbed some Italian food. We hung out in the room eating cupcakes and called it a night.



I had the day to myself on Friday as Hubby had training. I grabbed some coffee and made my way to MoMA. I stayed there until it was time to meet Hubby and his co-workers for lunch (at Tri Tip) but I had to head back afterwards. When I left I was in a room devoted to fonts. Seriously. I dorkily love fonts... After finishing up there, I needed a nap. Hubby finished training early to we both made it back to the hotel around the same time. After resting, we got gussied up and went to dinner (French this time at Pigalle). Then we had tickets to "Book of Mormon." I know that show is a little contraversial and Mormons aren't big fans of it. I had super close Mormon friends growing up and have probably seen more Temples than any non-Mormon. I totally respect the religion. But I LOVED the show. It was the most fun I've ever had at a theatre by far. And I love the theatre. We had great seats and one of the stars was this guy, who we had just seen in "Love and Other Drugs." If you are not offended by South Park, I cannot recommend this show enough. I hear it's going to tour and they're also making it into a movie. That should be interesting. Friday was a great day.

On Saturday, we woke up fairly early and grabbed some To Go breakfast while headed to the 9-11 Memorial. They did a fantastic job on it. The waterfalls are huge and impressive. The park area is nice. You can picture people really using this space once it's all completed. It was an emotional place. We'll go back one day with the kid(s) and visit the museum. It's not opening for another year but the little snippets they had in the visitors center were enough to make you realize it's going to be an impactful space as well. After our visit there, we made the walk many of the survivors made that day and headed to Battery Park. We took a few pictures of the Statue of Liberty and walked around the gardens a little bit. Then we headed back up to Central Park and stumbled upon a parade. Lunch at Lexington Grill, a good little diner. After ducking in to Central Park, we had a short trip to the Met where I got to see some of my favorite French painters and sculptures. Then back to the hotel for a little rest before yet another good dinner (L'Ybane) and show. This time we saw "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" starring this guy who we had recently seen in, oh, "Harry Potter." It was very entertaining, too. He had an American accent and can really sing and dance. Oh, yeah, and it also starred John Laroquette (who was fantastic).






Sunday was mostly spent just making it back home. To the dog and baby. Very excited to see them. Watched "Something Borrowed" on the plane and read most of "The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet" during the trip. So yea for many, many fun things over the course of a few days. Good first trip without/post baby. So glad this concludes Hubby's travels.