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. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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Birthday!
I'm thrilled beyond belief that I get to be a member of "Team Jackass" at Megan's labor & childbirth. (Or prep for c-section...whatever.)
So, baby Jonny. It's almost time for you to make your appearance. It's a lovely cloudy day, about 70 degrees. I'm here in your mama's hospital room with your Daddy and Rikki.
Mama's asking "Are we there yet?". We are all so excited to meet you. You've been meticulously hoped for, planned for, shopped for, decorated for, and otherwise prepared for. Your mama is going to be a really really great mom. You'll love her. She'll make you laugh, teach you everything, and love you endlessly. I'm sure your Dad will also, and he'll probably say yes when she says no, keep that in mind later.
He's sitting here on a loveseat in the labor room chatting with your Mama and making jokes, trying to act like his world isn't going to totally change the moment he looks into your eyes.
I expect you'll be kinda wrinkly and red at first, but I know you'll be the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.
Some hints I hope you will heed in the future:
Don't chew on ice in your mother's earshot.
Do not try to pull anything over on your parents when you are a teenager, they have been there and done that. Twice.
Don't pull the kitties' tails.
Forgive your mother for dressing you in smocked and ruffled boy pantsuits and onsies. She cannot help herself. Your dad will have done his best, but really...you know by now what he was up against.
Sorry about the Dan Fogelberg and John Denver you had to endure in the womb on your birthday...I understand this may be part of the reason you aren't hurrying right along.
Well, your mama is happily napping away now as Rikki and your dad watch "The Big Lebowski" on dvd. Just forget about what you've heard during this movie.
Your impending arrival and all the shenanigans leading up to it has been facebooked, tweeted, blogged, and photographed, much to your mother's chagrin.
I hope you enjoy the pics and the reports, we'll make sure they all get into your baby book.
Mama's snoring now, she's gathering up some much needed rest before you get here and rock her world.
Hurry up and come out, okay? The planets have aligned, the world is waiting for you, your destiny has been chosen. This is going to be fun. I promise.
So, baby Jonny. It's almost time for you to make your appearance. It's a lovely cloudy day, about 70 degrees. I'm here in your mama's hospital room with your Daddy and Rikki.
Mama's asking "Are we there yet?". We are all so excited to meet you. You've been meticulously hoped for, planned for, shopped for, decorated for, and otherwise prepared for. Your mama is going to be a really really great mom. You'll love her. She'll make you laugh, teach you everything, and love you endlessly. I'm sure your Dad will also, and he'll probably say yes when she says no, keep that in mind later.
He's sitting here on a loveseat in the labor room chatting with your Mama and making jokes, trying to act like his world isn't going to totally change the moment he looks into your eyes.
I expect you'll be kinda wrinkly and red at first, but I know you'll be the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.
Some hints I hope you will heed in the future:
Don't chew on ice in your mother's earshot.
Do not try to pull anything over on your parents when you are a teenager, they have been there and done that. Twice.
Don't pull the kitties' tails.
Forgive your mother for dressing you in smocked and ruffled boy pantsuits and onsies. She cannot help herself. Your dad will have done his best, but really...you know by now what he was up against.
Sorry about the Dan Fogelberg and John Denver you had to endure in the womb on your birthday...I understand this may be part of the reason you aren't hurrying right along.
Well, your mama is happily napping away now as Rikki and your dad watch "The Big Lebowski" on dvd. Just forget about what you've heard during this movie.
Your impending arrival and all the shenanigans leading up to it has been facebooked, tweeted, blogged, and photographed, much to your mother's chagrin.
I hope you enjoy the pics and the reports, we'll make sure they all get into your baby book.
Mama's snoring now, she's gathering up some much needed rest before you get here and rock her world.
Hurry up and come out, okay? The planets have aligned, the world is waiting for you, your destiny has been chosen. This is going to be fun. I promise.
Friday, August 28, 2009
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Saturday, August 08, 2009
Going to bake a ho-m
Going to bake a ho-made choc o lot cake for Grace's 2nd Bday...if she ever gets out of the pan. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
We are so cute at th
We are so cute at the farmer's mkt. Grace is hangin' with Owen. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Goodbyes
Goodbye, East Side :(
Goodbye, neighbor Pat & Moogie the dog. Bye horsies. Bye Rose family. Bye 14th street potholes. Goodbye lovely tree lined streets with interesting houses and people.
If you need us we'll be over on the west side, where the trees are young, the houses look alike, the people are more conservative, the stores are chains, and there is no shade. Seriously. None.
But we have a great place with great neighbors so we are grateful for that.
We moved ourselves to the West side yesterday. Thanks to some extremely patient & helpful friends who packed, pushed, pulled, hauled, cleaned, entertained Grace, and organized; we have a lovely new home that looks beautiful unless you open certain closet doors. Otherwise it's fabulous.
Grace is thrilled to have so much running space, multiple play areas, all her toys at once, and easy access to 2 of her favorite people who are our next door neighbors.
One thing missing...Our roommate won't be there. Lately Jamie's been back and forth to Wichita, which ultimately will probably ease the transition for all of us. We have lived together for a little over 3 years... I still vividly remember how I met Jamie, she made some sarcastic comment that cracked me up, and I immediately invited her to come stay on my couch. Together we kicked out the less desirable creepy roommate and that was that.
The look on Jamie's face less than a year later when I came home and announced I was pregnant was priceless. I could see hours of cleaning & reorganizing, sleepless newborn nights, responsibility, cleaning, feeding, cleaning, diapers, crying: all simultaneously flash across her face.
She was a lifesaver throughout the first couple of years of single motherhood. She thought she was just going to crash on "this older lady's" couch (she actually called me that to her family)& ended up at various times serving as wife, nanny, husband, mother, sister, friend. As time went on she hired out to help other Goddesses and friends.
She provided many hilarious moments and was witness to many as well. Walking in to see me hooked up to a breast pump with a squalling infant may be one she could have lived without. She sat in the waiting room with other friends when I had Grace, and was there throughout labor as well. She was there with open arms when I brought Grace home, 4 pounds big, and laid her in "her Jamie's" arms.
She reminded me of the beauty of really bad television, and single-handedly upped the ratings of Lifetime, LMN, MTV, and SOAP: she discovered 90210 and I was so proud. She taught me to love the OC & even to dabble in a bit of One Tree Hill.
There is a significant age difference between us, if I would have had a baby when I was 14 she could have been Jamie. Over the years there have been many remarks made such as "when I was your age", and most recently at the Fray concert "Look, Kalli...there's other people your age here!". None of that has stopped me from most often being the juvenile one between us.
It's been a crazy few years, we've had a great time...many late nights (not too late as she's often narcoleptic after 10) bad tv, coffee, diapers, sharing baby duties. One night Grace was not feeling well, and we were both taking turns holding her because she was so warm (feverish) and cuddly (limp). And then there was the vomit. Repeatedly. And then we all got sick. I remember jumping up as Grace started to throw up on me and running through the house toward the bathroom to get sick, and I deposited Grace dripping with diarrea in Jamie's arms as I shot by She took care of everything cleaned, changed, etc. After everyone was ok for the moment, I looked at her and said "You know what's really funny? That YOU pay ME rent." It was a really bad weekend when she got the sickness as well. We had to call Andy to bring us sprite.
Jamie has become a favorite among many of my friends... She's grown and changed so much over the past few years. I hope I helped with that. I used to think that I was given the opportunity to help someone at a time when she needed it, and of course that was partially true. However, overall, I believe that Jamie walked in to my life to help me every bit as much as I ever helped her.
There will always be a faint Jamie-sized impression on our couch, and definitely in our hearts. I hope for the best for her as I know it's time for her to move on with her own life.
Together we ended up creating a crazy little family unit, and I want Grace to always have her Aunt Jamie to complain to when I get bossy, demanding, cranky, mean, controlling, or over-the-top. Jamie will be able to sympathize.
There will be a BIG Jamie shaped hole in our home/family no matter where we live....and just in case:
I'll always have a couch.
Goodbye, neighbor Pat & Moogie the dog. Bye horsies. Bye Rose family. Bye 14th street potholes. Goodbye lovely tree lined streets with interesting houses and people.
If you need us we'll be over on the west side, where the trees are young, the houses look alike, the people are more conservative, the stores are chains, and there is no shade. Seriously. None.
But we have a great place with great neighbors so we are grateful for that.
We moved ourselves to the West side yesterday. Thanks to some extremely patient & helpful friends who packed, pushed, pulled, hauled, cleaned, entertained Grace, and organized; we have a lovely new home that looks beautiful unless you open certain closet doors. Otherwise it's fabulous.
Grace is thrilled to have so much running space, multiple play areas, all her toys at once, and easy access to 2 of her favorite people who are our next door neighbors.
One thing missing...Our roommate won't be there. Lately Jamie's been back and forth to Wichita, which ultimately will probably ease the transition for all of us. We have lived together for a little over 3 years... I still vividly remember how I met Jamie, she made some sarcastic comment that cracked me up, and I immediately invited her to come stay on my couch. Together we kicked out the less desirable creepy roommate and that was that.
The look on Jamie's face less than a year later when I came home and announced I was pregnant was priceless. I could see hours of cleaning & reorganizing, sleepless newborn nights, responsibility, cleaning, feeding, cleaning, diapers, crying: all simultaneously flash across her face.
She was a lifesaver throughout the first couple of years of single motherhood. She thought she was just going to crash on "this older lady's" couch (she actually called me that to her family)& ended up at various times serving as wife, nanny, husband, mother, sister, friend. As time went on she hired out to help other Goddesses and friends.
She provided many hilarious moments and was witness to many as well. Walking in to see me hooked up to a breast pump with a squalling infant may be one she could have lived without. She sat in the waiting room with other friends when I had Grace, and was there throughout labor as well. She was there with open arms when I brought Grace home, 4 pounds big, and laid her in "her Jamie's" arms.
She reminded me of the beauty of really bad television, and single-handedly upped the ratings of Lifetime, LMN, MTV, and SOAP: she discovered 90210 and I was so proud. She taught me to love the OC & even to dabble in a bit of One Tree Hill.
There is a significant age difference between us, if I would have had a baby when I was 14 she could have been Jamie. Over the years there have been many remarks made such as "when I was your age", and most recently at the Fray concert "Look, Kalli...there's other people your age here!". None of that has stopped me from most often being the juvenile one between us.
It's been a crazy few years, we've had a great time...many late nights (not too late as she's often narcoleptic after 10) bad tv, coffee, diapers, sharing baby duties. One night Grace was not feeling well, and we were both taking turns holding her because she was so warm (feverish) and cuddly (limp). And then there was the vomit. Repeatedly. And then we all got sick. I remember jumping up as Grace started to throw up on me and running through the house toward the bathroom to get sick, and I deposited Grace dripping with diarrea in Jamie's arms as I shot by She took care of everything cleaned, changed, etc. After everyone was ok for the moment, I looked at her and said "You know what's really funny? That YOU pay ME rent." It was a really bad weekend when she got the sickness as well. We had to call Andy to bring us sprite.
Jamie has become a favorite among many of my friends... She's grown and changed so much over the past few years. I hope I helped with that. I used to think that I was given the opportunity to help someone at a time when she needed it, and of course that was partially true. However, overall, I believe that Jamie walked in to my life to help me every bit as much as I ever helped her.
There will always be a faint Jamie-sized impression on our couch, and definitely in our hearts. I hope for the best for her as I know it's time for her to move on with her own life.
Together we ended up creating a crazy little family unit, and I want Grace to always have her Aunt Jamie to complain to when I get bossy, demanding, cranky, mean, controlling, or over-the-top. Jamie will be able to sympathize.
There will be a BIG Jamie shaped hole in our home/family no matter where we live....and just in case:
I'll always have a couch.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Just threw away the
Just threw away the last 6-pack of breastmilk after almost 2 years. Sad. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
"Swimming" in the ba
"Swimming" in the bathtub...Grace will be happy to have a real tub after today. :) Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Funny.
Grace really really enjoys being funny. She plays off laughter like most 2 year olds probably do, and informs us of her funniness on a regular basis. The first sentence she ever strung together was: “I do funny.”
Now she just says “Gracie funny” usually after she falls or bonks herself, as long as it doesn’t hurt too much. Dat funny is also popular. She enjoys it when I tell her something silly or outrageous. Lately I tell her she cracks me up, and she returns the compliment with “You crap me up, Mama.”
She often says that Andy craps her up as well. He is her favorite toy. She gets to do whatever she wants with Andy, she can boss him, order him around, ask him for anything, get him to play any game, make him be the horsie, and he rarely (never) says “No.” Plus, he’s damn funny.
Last night I asked her if she had pooped her pants. She said emphatically “NO!” I said “Are you lyin’??” and she said “Rooooarrr”. She seemed surprised when I laughed, and doesn’t understand why it was funny, but continues to try to respond to questions with “roooarr” even though the joke is over.
Poor thing. She’s a dork like her mama. I was always the class clown, although not sure how funny it actually was. Funny ha ha, or funny Ritalin? One never really knows. I’ve thankfully embraced my tendency to be a dork, a goof, and can often ease situations with a self-deprecating sense of humor. I gave up thinking I was “cool” a long time ago.
I hope that Grace eventually learns that funny is relative, it’s a useful tool, a welcome break, a stress reliever, a coping mechanism, and laughter will get you through a lot more than tears ever will. I hope she also learns that it’s not fun if you hurt someone, it’s not something to hide true emotions behind, and to enjoy each and every good belly laugh as it comes. They get fewer and farther between as we age, but are even more precious as we grow.
If we didn’t laugh we would all go insane. ----
Jimmy Buffett
Changes in Latitudes
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