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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Well, I lasted a long time. Longer than usual. Record breaking I'd say. I love Christmas music and will listen to it almost year round. Brian has always teased me that it would be impossible for me to wait any longer than July to break it out and listen to it on a regular basis. Of course I always contended that I wasnt THAT bad. One summer three years ago I was driving to the church early one Friday morning and popped in a Christmas CD for the first time of the summer. I laughed so hard I had tears running down my face when I realized it was July 1. So I did make it to July, but only by about six hours.
I don't argue with him anymore. I freely admit I'm a Christmas music junkie. That's what makes this morning all the more depressing. I realized my laptop has ALL my Christmas music on it. I've got nothing now. I suppose I can go to the basement and dig out an old CD or cassette tape. Do you realize our kids certainly won't know what cassette tapes are, possibly not even CDs? Weird.
Now it's got me lamenting my loss. This is just what I have remembered so far that I lost:
- every email address I used in the last 11 years
- all of our finances for the last 10 years, (accounts, investments, budget history, plus the "finance date" data Brian made us do before he would ask to marry me so he knew he could afford me - ultimately putting my worth at $82 dollars in the red each month)
- well over 100 family home evening lessons that took countless hours of work to make
- passwords to all my accounts for EVERYTHING in the entire world
- journal of my life since I was 16 or 17 years old (including documents in Word and sent mail from my emails)
- thousands of preschool files for teaching Maddie's preschool
- my Christmas card list and every letter I've written since 2000
- address and phone numbers for anyone that matters in our lives
- every single real estate analysis tool, contract, spreadsheet and picture I've every taken
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
My friend Jana had a baby a month ago and got her meals, but since she is a real good friend and she brought my family one of our favorite meals after Jacob was born, I thought I would take her a bonus meal. After all, who doesn't want a night off from the drudgery of cooking? We picked a date and I had a plan. Pulled pork sandwiches, a fresh green salad, vegetables, cookies, the works.
That morning we went to playgroup and one of the little kids had an accident there at the fountain. She was just over a year and was standing up on a chair. Her mother and I looked at just the same time to see her start to tip backwards as she clasped at the top of the chair back with panic on her face. Neither of us were close enough to catch her and she went down hard, crushing three of her tiny fingers. She ripped her hand out from its pinched position between the metal chair back and the concrete and in the process ripped off three of her fingernails. What do you do then, but send mom off to the emergency room with the only one of us at the fountain that had a spare seat in their vehicle. Luckily she had the presence of mind to leave us her keys to her van. Then we had to figure out how to get 15 kids to 4 homes with 3 drivers and not enough carseats. What a mess. Can I just say that every woman needs a set of good girlfriends like we have here at our playgroup. In a pinch, they step in so you can do what you need to do at the drop of a hat. I love those women.
Anyway, back to the dinner that wasn't meant to be. This, of all days, was the day I was supposed to deliver dinner. Now I was watching three extra kids at my place, had to make them lunch at 2pm when we finally arrived at my home after the serious juggling act getting everyone to the right places. It was approaching three hours late for putting the meat in the crockpot, but figured it would be okay I usually cook frozen meat and this one was totally thawed out. Turns out I was wrong still. Not only was I way late in starting, I had bought the wrong cut of meat. It was soooo tough. It needed lots of extra time, like three hours more. It was ready to start shredding the pork at about 9pm, but dinner was to be delivered at 6pm.
At the last minute, I realized there was no hope on the pulled pork sandwiches. I considered ordering pizza for them, but remembered I could whip out calzones in half an hour. Brian called them to let them know I was running late and I threw together a decent dinner and delivered it about an hour late. Good thing they're good friends and can still love me.
- three hours late cooking
Thursday, September 10, 2009
He may be big, but he's still a tiny little squishy ball of delight. At least when he's not screaming. Yeah. He screams too much. Full volume too. It just grates at your nerves all day long. The only rest for me is when he's napping. This child cries in his crib in the morning when he wakes up like a normal kid. I get him and we begin our day. Within about thirty minutes the screaming begins. In the last three or four weeks, there is rarely a time when he isn't screaming. He just goes and goes and goes. Without exageration, I can honestly say that eating a meal with him can take the standard thirty minutes. He screams when you buckle him in his high chair, as you put on the bib, when you put his food on his tray, everything. When it is a spoon fed meal, he screams at the top of his lungs until the spoon crosses the threshold of his little mouth, closes, swallows and opens his mouth instantly with another full volume scream (sometimes he doesn't swallow first and just goes for it with food in his mouth). This lasts the entire meal, including the clean up wash up time. Then he hangs out under the table while we finish (or rather start) eating our own meals, screaming the entire time.
Then he screams until nap time arrives and I gratefully toss him in his crib. It's increasing the stress level in our home immensly. I'm out of patience, the kids are tired of it. We literally can't have any conversation at the dinner table. If Maddie needs to ask for something, we have to tell her to yell it at us so we can hear over Jacob. It's getting so old.
Last week I thought I was going to loose my mind. I really did. Even Mr. Together (Brian) showed signs of exhaustion with the whole scenario and he has nerves of steel and a gigantic portion of patience inside of him. Yesterday it hit me. Time to hit sign language full force. Every kid comes with their own personality and I can't change that, but my only recourse to help solve the situation is to teach him how to communicate his wants so I have some clue what the heck he wants before I go batty.
On the first day of school, after Ben got off the bus, I asked him if he made any friends that day. His response was, "Mom, you can't really make a friend in just one day. It takes more time than that. I didn't talk to anyone today. I was just watching people today 'cause I was shy to talk to them."
No surprise that Ben has been hesitant to talk to anyone at school, but after three days I figured he would be warming up to his classmates and becoming comfortable enough to have made a friend or two. So I probed again today to see if he's talking to the other kids yet. I put Maddie and Jacob down for a nap and told Ben to wash his hands and we'd have a special reward snack. We broke out the spoons, peanut butter, chocolate chips and M&Ms and ate while we talked.
Mom: "Are you talking to the kids at snack time yet?"
Ben: "Well...kind of."
Mom trying to get him to open up: "Do you laugh about silly and funny things with Jacob?" (the only name I can remember was written on his table at open house day)
Ben breaking out in a sly smile: "Yeah."
Mom: "Does everyone say silly things at snack time?"
Ben in a full happy smile now: "Yeah, I like to laugh with the two kids on this side of me." (pointing to his right side)
Mom: "Is one of those guys the kid named Jacob?"
Ben: "Yeah. The guy that is two guys away from me."
Mom: "Who sits between you and Jacob?"
Ben: "A girl. I don't know her name."
Mom: "Who else sits at your table?"
Ben: "I don't know their names. There is the one guy that isn't the brown guy. Like...he has skin like a match to you and me."
Mom (snickering and not sure how to interpret that comment): "So do you like everyone at your table?"
Ben: "No. Not really."
Mom: "Who do you not like yet?"
Ben: "The girl that is across from me."
Mom: "Why don't you like her?"
Ben with a furrowed brow and frusteration in his voice: "She's always just staring at me the whole time I'm sitting at my table and she is at the table."
Mom: "Doesn't she look at the other kids too?"
Ben: "No. She only looks at me and I don't like it cause that's all she does to me. She doesn't even talk to me."
More conversing about how we could try to be nice and talk to her....
Ben: "I just have one best friend."
Mom: "Who is that?"
Ben: "The person that I can't explain their name."
Mom: "Tell me the things you know about your best friend."
Ben: "She is the girl I sit with on the bus. That's all I know."