Remember how I was all stressed that I would have a boy and not get to spend the next 4 months planning the perfect name? I retract. Choosing a name is hard. Plus, the baby is not all mine, so I have to share. Kids are smart and learn it fast ... sharing stinks.
Tim and I have had a few good conversations about this baby girl's name. Before one of them I got stressed and flipped through an entire baby name book in one afternoon. I picked out about 25 names that I could love. Then that night, I got Tim to give me a 1 through 5 rating for each name. A few of my favorites were gone in a flash like Kennedy, Reagen ad Taylor. Gone. Just like that. Just because he says so. Again... sharing stinks.
But then some of my other favorites got to move up the list, which reminds me that agreeing on things together is a beautiful part of marriage. I love it when we agree. (I'm still totally peeved about Kennedy and Taylor especially.) But I love it when we agree. We got down to Sadie, Avery, Lucy, Sydney, Lizza, Ruth and Mae, and then we combined and narrowed down to:
1. Avery Mae (To be called Mae)
2. Lizza Mae (To be called Lizza)
3. Lucy MacAllister (To be called Lucy or Lucy Mack, after J.S.'s awesome mother)
But time goes on and pregnancy hormones change things, and now I feel like we need to open the flood gates again and start over. I'm thinking back to Avery Elizabeth as the full name for our Lizza and who knows whatever is rattling around in my mental craziness.
For example: Today we were at the Kangaroo Zoo in P.G. and as I watched Quinn jump up and down on a blow up dinosaur, I thought to myself: If I don't have a daughter named Eden, then what is the reason for living? Crazy pregnant women probably needs a nap. Right? But then within 3 minutes the women next to me starting saying, "So fun, Eden!" "Oh, be careful Eden sweetheart..." I about died.
When I got home, I thought, "Our baby's name is Avery Eden Fellow," and I about cried with peace and delight. 10 hours later, I'm not so sure. What is wrong with me?
Either way, I think I need to stick to a list system. When I get too settled on one name, I kill it in my head. I need to have several names to scan, and then roll with my gut when the moment happens in June.
I am going to spend the next few days pondering the works of Sydney, Taylor and Eden ... just in case.
Man, I really am a crazy this time around. Lindsay said she felt crazy during round 2 also. That makes me feel better because she rocks and because she went on to have a much less crazy round 3. Wish me luck.
P.S. Comment on names at your own risk. I am not scared to use a name that you've said you hate, but I reserve the right to hate you for hating it. hee, hee! Love you.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Training and Fundraising: Ready Set GO!
Wahoo!! I made it to 2 percent of my fund raising goal for the Breast Cancer 3-day walk. And it came from YOU, one of my amazing blog (and real) friends. Without completely outing her for her love, support and generosity, I just wanted to say thank you to my first contributer! You know who you are, and you rock my world.
Your gift has totally motivated me to really start training early. Most walkers will start a training program in May, but I will have a baby trying to fall out of me at that time, so my schedule will have to be different. But I have also been thinking about doing a min- training in March and April to get myself geared up, and then I could take a break until my 6-week post partum check up.
And there is no day like today, right? I was thinking that for the next few days, starting today, of course, I could head to a tredmil and start getting some of my stats out in the open. Do I walk a 20 minute mile or a 48 minute mile? (It depends.... how close is the nearest Old Navy?) This might help me get an idea for the year ahead.
So, I am on my way. I am going to sit here and do nothing until Quinn wakes up from her nap, but then I am all about hitting the gym. I really should call and schedule baby sitting for Quinn, but I'm just so sleepy right now. I need to watch a show. But then...you'll see me ... I'm on my way!
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Only 10 monthes to go until I walk 60 miles over 3 days to raise funds for Breast Cancer research. Donate to my team at My Donation Page.
Your gift has totally motivated me to really start training early. Most walkers will start a training program in May, but I will have a baby trying to fall out of me at that time, so my schedule will have to be different. But I have also been thinking about doing a min- training in March and April to get myself geared up, and then I could take a break until my 6-week post partum check up.
And there is no day like today, right? I was thinking that for the next few days, starting today, of course, I could head to a tredmil and start getting some of my stats out in the open. Do I walk a 20 minute mile or a 48 minute mile? (It depends.... how close is the nearest Old Navy?) This might help me get an idea for the year ahead.
So, I am on my way. I am going to sit here and do nothing until Quinn wakes up from her nap, but then I am all about hitting the gym. I really should call and schedule baby sitting for Quinn, but I'm just so sleepy right now. I need to watch a show. But then...you'll see me ... I'm on my way!
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Only 10 monthes to go until I walk 60 miles over 3 days to raise funds for Breast Cancer research. Donate to my team at My Donation Page.
Friday, January 23, 2009
3-day Walk: Big Commitment
So, I just made a huge commitment, and I am really excited about it.
Last November my cousins Kate and Carrie and my Aunt Sally participated in a 3-day walk to raise money for the fight against Breast Cancer, and I've decided to join them this year. I will be raising $2,300, and then in November I will be walking 60 miles over 3 days with some of my favorite ladies. It's going to hurt, but it is going to be great! I'm a slow walker, so I have a lot of work to do to get up to speed. (Pun completely intended.)
I'm really excited to take a more proactive stance against this illness. My mother and aunt and several women I know are survivors, and then too many people I know have been painfully affected when women in their lives have not survived.
And then as the mother of one little girl and one more on the way, I have two extra compelling reasons to fight for a world without breast cancer.
I'm lucky to have an amazing husband who is supporting this adventure. He plans to take on all mommy duties during the weekend of the walk including bringing the girls to San Diego so they can support their momma.
Of Course I'll still be doing the pumping/ nursing myself, but a breast cancer walk seems like a breast feeding friendly place. Right? After all our team name is Breast in Show!
I know our team is open for new walkers, so if you are interested in joining the fight/ walk, let me know.
If you can't walk with us, consider donating to Breast in Show at My Donation Page.
Last November my cousins Kate and Carrie and my Aunt Sally participated in a 3-day walk to raise money for the fight against Breast Cancer, and I've decided to join them this year. I will be raising $2,300, and then in November I will be walking 60 miles over 3 days with some of my favorite ladies. It's going to hurt, but it is going to be great! I'm a slow walker, so I have a lot of work to do to get up to speed. (Pun completely intended.)
I'm really excited to take a more proactive stance against this illness. My mother and aunt and several women I know are survivors, and then too many people I know have been painfully affected when women in their lives have not survived.
And then as the mother of one little girl and one more on the way, I have two extra compelling reasons to fight for a world without breast cancer.
I'm lucky to have an amazing husband who is supporting this adventure. He plans to take on all mommy duties during the weekend of the walk including bringing the girls to San Diego so they can support their momma.
Of Course I'll still be doing the pumping/ nursing myself, but a breast cancer walk seems like a breast feeding friendly place. Right? After all our team name is Breast in Show!
I know our team is open for new walkers, so if you are interested in joining the fight/ walk, let me know.
If you can't walk with us, consider donating to Breast in Show at My Donation Page.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Amen for a Baby Girl!!
I am all about the noble challenge of raising a little boy into a great man.... but Amen that I do not have to think about that for at least a few more years!!
Now I can focus on the fun stuff like ballet lessons, pink paint, tap shoes, hair bows, baby dolls and, of course, boot legged baby pants with ruffles at the bum. I clearly have my priorities in line, and I can't wait to meet my new little girl.
During the ultrasound, she was moving and shaking, and I felt like she was trying to show me all her little fingers and toes. She waved her hands in front of her face, twisting them around a few times and then started doing the same thing with her feet. She kicked and played, and seemed like quite a delight.
I rarely felt Quinn move when she was inside of me. If this difference is telling of anything, I better get my sleep now. Quinn never moved and then slept none stop her first few months. Looks like this angel has other plans.
No names yet. But we do have few on the table. When we get an official list, I'll send it your way.
Now I can focus on the fun stuff like ballet lessons, pink paint, tap shoes, hair bows, baby dolls and, of course, boot legged baby pants with ruffles at the bum. I clearly have my priorities in line, and I can't wait to meet my new little girl.
During the ultrasound, she was moving and shaking, and I felt like she was trying to show me all her little fingers and toes. She waved her hands in front of her face, twisting them around a few times and then started doing the same thing with her feet. She kicked and played, and seemed like quite a delight.
I rarely felt Quinn move when she was inside of me. If this difference is telling of anything, I better get my sleep now. Quinn never moved and then slept none stop her first few months. Looks like this angel has other plans.
No names yet. But we do have few on the table. When we get an official list, I'll send it your way.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Bottles for Baby
Although Tim weened Quinn from the bottle for daytime use a long time ago, we've still been giving them to her in the mornings to give us more shut eye. But this morning I noticed she had a sippy cup of milk and not a bottle when I went to get her out of bed. I ask Tim about it; he said he went for it at the 5:30 a.m. wake up, and she was fine with it. No Bottle. So we are basically done with bottles.
This afternoon Quinn ask me for some milk, and while I was filling her cup, she got two bottles out of her basket. I said, "No, it is not bottle time. I don't think you need bottles anymore. We can just save those and give them to the baby when it comes."
She nodded in approval, came right over to my belly and started feeding the baby a bottle like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I have been surprised how accepting Quinn is of the idea of our baby being in my belly. In fact, I didn't want to confuse her, so I barely talked about it past the day we found out. I told a few other toddlers who were older, but that is about it. But suddenly anytime anyone mentioned a baby, she was right at my belly. She gives the baby hugs and kisses all the time, and anytime she sees a picture of a baby, she gives my belly some serious love. She loves it so much that I use it when she is having a fit, and sometimes she will snap right out of it.
So fun. So cute.
This afternoon Quinn ask me for some milk, and while I was filling her cup, she got two bottles out of her basket. I said, "No, it is not bottle time. I don't think you need bottles anymore. We can just save those and give them to the baby when it comes."
She nodded in approval, came right over to my belly and started feeding the baby a bottle like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I have been surprised how accepting Quinn is of the idea of our baby being in my belly. In fact, I didn't want to confuse her, so I barely talked about it past the day we found out. I told a few other toddlers who were older, but that is about it. But suddenly anytime anyone mentioned a baby, she was right at my belly. She gives the baby hugs and kisses all the time, and anytime she sees a picture of a baby, she gives my belly some serious love. She loves it so much that I use it when she is having a fit, and sometimes she will snap right out of it.
So fun. So cute.
What should I name my baby?
We will find out on Monday what gender our baby is! I'm really excited, but I am a little bit sad too because I have a lot of meaningful and wonderful girl names that I am ready to use, and I might only have 2 more days to think about those.
If it is a boy, there is a huge chance that I have no choice in the matter because I made a deal with Tim a long time ago that he would get to choose. And that is just no fun ... for me.
I loved choosing Kristie Quinn's name. I loved that it came down to the end, and that it was all about love and inspiration. I want that again, and in 2 days there is a 50 percent chance it will get taken away from me.
(Maybe Tim is reading this and feeling badly for me...)
Anyway, I wanted to give you all a chance to place your bets. Comment with your votes:
If it is a boy, there is a huge chance that I have no choice in the matter because I made a deal with Tim a long time ago that he would get to choose. And that is just no fun ... for me.
I loved choosing Kristie Quinn's name. I loved that it came down to the end, and that it was all about love and inspiration. I want that again, and in 2 days there is a 50 percent chance it will get taken away from me.
(Maybe Tim is reading this and feeling badly for me...)
Anyway, I wanted to give you all a chance to place your bets. Comment with your votes:
- Are we having a boy or a girl?
- What should we name a baby boy?
- What should we name a baby girl?
Deep Thoughts this Week: OBama, HBO, poverty, pregnancy, and Old Navy
1. I'm very excited about the Presidential Inauguration. But I am really ticked that HBO bought the rights to yesterday's big concert. I've been catching glimpses on You Tube, but it doesn't cut it. There was a time in my life that I would have bought a year of HBO just because I wanted something "right now." I'm a changed woman. And who says losing everything isn't good for you? I have no complaints.
2. Back to the Inauguration. I am really am excited. I am an Obama fan, not because of his race or party, but because I really believe in hope for change and vision for better things to come as ways to mobilize the American people to make better choices for themselves and others. History shows us that when we rally together and get excited, we get things done. Let's hope so.
3. I hate to be a big complainer, but I have no options because so far this pregnancy has not been so great. First it took 15 months and $1,000 to get here. Then I bled for a month. Then I got a lot sicker. Then I started throwing up. Then I never stopped throwing up. Then I still get so tired I could die. Then I get weird aches and pains. Then my circulation is horrible, and I can't sit or lie in one position for more than 10 seconds without my limbs falling asleep or losing complete feeling in a whole area of my body. Are you kidding? nope. Anyway, I love people and adding people to my little family, so this is all, of course, worth it, but also kind of hard. Hope you know I'm having a hard time.
4. Have a mentioned lately that I love Old Navy. I really do. It is deep in my soul. When I am bored and pretending I have nothing to do, I play the Old Navy game. I go to Oldnavy.com and add items that I like to my virtual shopping cart. Then I try to see how many items I love I can get in my cart for under a certain amount of money. If I find like 10 items for 50 bucks, I check out. If not, I leave it, and try again later. I check out a few weeks ago with 10 items for $82 with shipping and tax. Most of the stuff was maternity, so that is a huge deal. Anyway, I had to take a few items back, and while I was there I found these amazingly cute shirts for Quinn that cost $2. I bought Quinn 3, and then, of course, I boght matchy, matchy ones for my sister's kids. So fun. I love old navy. Then I went back a few weeks later and price adjusted my receipt and got a good $15 back. Nice work.
5. It is too cold to go outside, and that is not working for me or for Quinn. Any free ideas are welcome.
6. I think watching Battlestar Galactica is making me a bit depressed. I might give it up.
2. Back to the Inauguration. I am really am excited. I am an Obama fan, not because of his race or party, but because I really believe in hope for change and vision for better things to come as ways to mobilize the American people to make better choices for themselves and others. History shows us that when we rally together and get excited, we get things done. Let's hope so.
3. I hate to be a big complainer, but I have no options because so far this pregnancy has not been so great. First it took 15 months and $1,000 to get here. Then I bled for a month. Then I got a lot sicker. Then I started throwing up. Then I never stopped throwing up. Then I still get so tired I could die. Then I get weird aches and pains. Then my circulation is horrible, and I can't sit or lie in one position for more than 10 seconds without my limbs falling asleep or losing complete feeling in a whole area of my body. Are you kidding? nope. Anyway, I love people and adding people to my little family, so this is all, of course, worth it, but also kind of hard. Hope you know I'm having a hard time.
4. Have a mentioned lately that I love Old Navy. I really do. It is deep in my soul. When I am bored and pretending I have nothing to do, I play the Old Navy game. I go to Oldnavy.com and add items that I like to my virtual shopping cart. Then I try to see how many items I love I can get in my cart for under a certain amount of money. If I find like 10 items for 50 bucks, I check out. If not, I leave it, and try again later. I check out a few weeks ago with 10 items for $82 with shipping and tax. Most of the stuff was maternity, so that is a huge deal. Anyway, I had to take a few items back, and while I was there I found these amazingly cute shirts for Quinn that cost $2. I bought Quinn 3, and then, of course, I boght matchy, matchy ones for my sister's kids. So fun. I love old navy. Then I went back a few weeks later and price adjusted my receipt and got a good $15 back. Nice work.
5. It is too cold to go outside, and that is not working for me or for Quinn. Any free ideas are welcome.
6. I think watching Battlestar Galactica is making me a bit depressed. I might give it up.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Stake Conference and poo-poo
So, the three of us got all pretty and headed to stake conference today. It was held from 1 to 3 p.m. We walked out at about 2:59 p.m. because Quinn hit her limit. She was great, and then she was great while coloring in a neighbors Care Bear coloring book. Then it got ugly, and to make a long story short, I will be heading to Wal-Mart to buy a new Care Bear coloring book to drop off at the neighbor's house tomorrow. Oops.
Who says church is free? (10 percent plus coloring books really adds up.)
Also, just so you can really feel my life in this moment. As I write, I can hear Tim saying, "Do you want to see your pee-pee?" to Quinn. She replies. "I see pee-pee. I see pee-pee" with a big smile. This in the only way and the only wording that gets her to let us change her diaper. She, like Calli my niece, is also a huge fan of "I see poo-poo." Last night in a fine dining restaurant she was really quiet, and then opened her mouth, let out a big burp, and said, "I poo-poo. I poo-poo!"
After tipping over a candle in the bathroom to take care of business for Quinn, I realized she, in fact, did not have a dirty diaper.
Who says church is free? (10 percent plus coloring books really adds up.)
Also, just so you can really feel my life in this moment. As I write, I can hear Tim saying, "Do you want to see your pee-pee?" to Quinn. She replies. "I see pee-pee. I see pee-pee" with a big smile. This in the only way and the only wording that gets her to let us change her diaper. She, like Calli my niece, is also a huge fan of "I see poo-poo." Last night in a fine dining restaurant she was really quiet, and then opened her mouth, let out a big burp, and said, "I poo-poo. I poo-poo!"
After tipping over a candle in the bathroom to take care of business for Quinn, I realized she, in fact, did not have a dirty diaper.
Skinny Minnie
So, I lost a lot of weight this year. Whatever. People say I look better, but I am just annoyed that my pants don't fit.
But another real issue is, I don't want weight to be an issue. It really messes people up. It really messes me up. I know people who can't think about much else in life. They make weight and weight loss the most important thing in life, and I just don't believe it is even at that top of the list. So I sort of praise myself in having a healthy life but not caring about my weight ... especially for the next 10 years of child baring (fingers crossed for that.)
Anyway, people -- mostly people who not know we that well -- are always commenting about my weight (loss). My first reaction is to be a little offended because they are basically telling me I was fat before, and I never felt that way at the time. I have found that I didn't start noticing or caring about the weight loss until people kept commenting on it as if something was wrong with me and I fixed it, thank Heaven. It actually makes me think that people thought I was fat before, and then, naturally, I get all worried that I'll pork up again. I am probably being over sensitive, so I choose to not be offended at all. But really I would never mean to make someone feel that way on purpose.
I wish we could all be reprogrammed to let women be whatever size they need to be and at the same time think they are beautiful and special and wonderful regardless. If we could learn to do it for other people, it would be easier to be able to do it for ourselves. And hopefully a lot more happiness would come into the lives of many people.
Now, I get it: there are people who comment on my weight just because they are trying to be nice or trying to make a personal connection or trying to show love or they want my diet plan. I get that, and I am grateful for it. But it still does offer a social commentary on what we expect from women, and it makes me sad.
I was reading on Babycenter.com the other day that a huge percentage of pregnant women are worried that they are the wrong size during pregnancy-- either too big or too small. The article said that most people would think they were just fine, but people keep telling them, "Oh, you are so big for 20 weeks" or "You're small for 25 weeks." Someone in the article said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could walk up to pregnant women and just say they look great." Just let it be.
With that in mind, I am no saint. I, of course, was telling my friend Lindsay the other day how huge her belly looks this time around at 32 weeks. She agreed, and we had a great chat and a good laugh. I know she wasn't offended. Or was she? I guess there is a time and place for everything. But I am going to try to think a lot harder about pointing out people's past issues. Like it is obvious to most people that you would not go up to someone and say, "Wow, thank heaven that ache cleared up. That was hard to look out, but now you look great. Let's be friends."
I once told a friend who I had not scene in awhile, "Wow, you lost weight. You look amazing. How great!" Do you know what she said? It was a huge eye opener. "It's not great at all. My fiance broke up with me, and I got so depressed and didn't eat. I'd rather be fat and have him back. There is nothing good about this weight loss." Now, she's a little sharp and that is a little personal for a friend that is not that close, but she has a point.
It's just something to think about.
I got some awesome new maternity jeans this weekend. They fit great. Everything else I had was too tight or too small. Got to love standing in front of your college class on the first day with your pants falling down. And only for the sake of my female parts and my bladder, I do hope this baby stays smaller than Quinn. Amen.
But another real issue is, I don't want weight to be an issue. It really messes people up. It really messes me up. I know people who can't think about much else in life. They make weight and weight loss the most important thing in life, and I just don't believe it is even at that top of the list. So I sort of praise myself in having a healthy life but not caring about my weight ... especially for the next 10 years of child baring (fingers crossed for that.)
Anyway, people -- mostly people who not know we that well -- are always commenting about my weight (loss). My first reaction is to be a little offended because they are basically telling me I was fat before, and I never felt that way at the time. I have found that I didn't start noticing or caring about the weight loss until people kept commenting on it as if something was wrong with me and I fixed it, thank Heaven. It actually makes me think that people thought I was fat before, and then, naturally, I get all worried that I'll pork up again. I am probably being over sensitive, so I choose to not be offended at all. But really I would never mean to make someone feel that way on purpose.
I wish we could all be reprogrammed to let women be whatever size they need to be and at the same time think they are beautiful and special and wonderful regardless. If we could learn to do it for other people, it would be easier to be able to do it for ourselves. And hopefully a lot more happiness would come into the lives of many people.
Now, I get it: there are people who comment on my weight just because they are trying to be nice or trying to make a personal connection or trying to show love or they want my diet plan. I get that, and I am grateful for it. But it still does offer a social commentary on what we expect from women, and it makes me sad.
I was reading on Babycenter.com the other day that a huge percentage of pregnant women are worried that they are the wrong size during pregnancy-- either too big or too small. The article said that most people would think they were just fine, but people keep telling them, "Oh, you are so big for 20 weeks" or "You're small for 25 weeks." Someone in the article said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could walk up to pregnant women and just say they look great." Just let it be.
With that in mind, I am no saint. I, of course, was telling my friend Lindsay the other day how huge her belly looks this time around at 32 weeks. She agreed, and we had a great chat and a good laugh. I know she wasn't offended. Or was she? I guess there is a time and place for everything. But I am going to try to think a lot harder about pointing out people's past issues. Like it is obvious to most people that you would not go up to someone and say, "Wow, thank heaven that ache cleared up. That was hard to look out, but now you look great. Let's be friends."
I once told a friend who I had not scene in awhile, "Wow, you lost weight. You look amazing. How great!" Do you know what she said? It was a huge eye opener. "It's not great at all. My fiance broke up with me, and I got so depressed and didn't eat. I'd rather be fat and have him back. There is nothing good about this weight loss." Now, she's a little sharp and that is a little personal for a friend that is not that close, but she has a point.
It's just something to think about.
I got some awesome new maternity jeans this weekend. They fit great. Everything else I had was too tight or too small. Got to love standing in front of your college class on the first day with your pants falling down. And only for the sake of my female parts and my bladder, I do hope this baby stays smaller than Quinn. Amen.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Tim's New Job (Life)
I was talking to Bridget today, and I realized that I never announced that Tim got a job. Wahoo!
The job is with Wells Fargo and is back in financial advising. He starts Jan. 26. He is also studying for the CFA, which is really hard core.
I'm really excited for him because this is what he wants, but I officially declare that I couldn't care less if my husband has a job or not. I love him just the same, and money does not mean that much to me. Food does, though, so I thank those friends who have helped us through Nov. and Dec. But when it all comes down to it, I like adventure, so bring it on.
Also, we sold the trailer. And I am officially happy about that because it was taking up my parking spot.
Also, Tim paid his last traffic ticket and has his driver's license reinstated. I am also officially happy about this, too. Isn't that magical? And all without nagging? Magic.
He took Quinn with him to his court appearance in Park City today. He got their early and had to entertain her at the court house for almost 2 hours. Right as the judge walked in she looked up at Tim and said, "(I got) Poo Poo." Nice timing, baby girl. Nice timing.
I'm back at work today. I've work very hard, so I deserve this short break. Right?
The job is with Wells Fargo and is back in financial advising. He starts Jan. 26. He is also studying for the CFA, which is really hard core.
I'm really excited for him because this is what he wants, but I officially declare that I couldn't care less if my husband has a job or not. I love him just the same, and money does not mean that much to me. Food does, though, so I thank those friends who have helped us through Nov. and Dec. But when it all comes down to it, I like adventure, so bring it on.
Also, we sold the trailer. And I am officially happy about that because it was taking up my parking spot.
Also, Tim paid his last traffic ticket and has his driver's license reinstated. I am also officially happy about this, too. Isn't that magical? And all without nagging? Magic.
He took Quinn with him to his court appearance in Park City today. He got their early and had to entertain her at the court house for almost 2 hours. Right as the judge walked in she looked up at Tim and said, "(I got) Poo Poo." Nice timing, baby girl. Nice timing.
I'm back at work today. I've work very hard, so I deserve this short break. Right?
Friday, January 2, 2009
The Miracle of Jan. 2
We have to run down the basement stairs about 21 times a day to turn the heat back on because our heater only stays on for about 7 minutes at a time.
Today we came home from a dinner date during a storm, and the heat was STILL on.
It's a Thanksgiving miracle!
Remember the scene in Beaches when Bette lives in a little ghetto New York apartment, and when she's cold she hits the pipes with a frying pan and screams, "Send the heat up!!"?
That's how I feel.
Beaches clip. (Skip to 4:40 for the pipe scene.)
The best part is that cold air triggers my morning sickness, so sometimes the only thing reminding me to turn the heat back on is, well, the barf.
(Sigh)
(Smile)
This is the life.
Today we came home from a dinner date during a storm, and the heat was STILL on.
It's a Thanksgiving miracle!
Remember the scene in Beaches when Bette lives in a little ghetto New York apartment, and when she's cold she hits the pipes with a frying pan and screams, "Send the heat up!!"?
That's how I feel.
Beaches clip. (Skip to 4:40 for the pipe scene.)
The best part is that cold air triggers my morning sickness, so sometimes the only thing reminding me to turn the heat back on is, well, the barf.
(Sigh)
(Smile)
This is the life.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Missed the Count Down
So, we have the greatest friends ever in our buddies Lindsay and Brandon Purdie.
One of our favorite Fellow/ Purdie traditions is our New Years Eve party. We plan for weeks ahead. This year the boys were in charge of food. They got together to plan the menu and do the shopping.
But when yesterday came, I was worried we'd have to cancel because of Tim's ear. He couldn't hear or chew, and he was in enough pain to take medicine and go back to the doctor before the party. I told him we could just do in Thursday night. No big deal. He refused.
He spent the first hour or so pacing around their house because of the pain, but after a while his newest medicine kicked in, and he was good to go. I had been pregnancy sick all day because with him so sick, I had to skip my Unisome (best drug ever), which is a sleeping pill that keeps me from feeling sick the next day. I was worried I would not make it to mid-night.
But we seemed to be doing fine.
After dinner we all sat around and talked while Lindsay looked for "Lars and the Real Girl," which we had planned to watch. When she couldn't find it at about 9 p.m., we just kept talking. I thought it was about 10 p.m. and Brandon got up and walked into another room. When he came back, he said, "Oh my gosh! We missed New Years. It's 12:25!"
The four of us toasted some cider at 12:30 and kept talking 'till 3 a.m.
Now that is friendship, and we are beyond grateful for it.
One of our favorite Fellow/ Purdie traditions is our New Years Eve party. We plan for weeks ahead. This year the boys were in charge of food. They got together to plan the menu and do the shopping.
But when yesterday came, I was worried we'd have to cancel because of Tim's ear. He couldn't hear or chew, and he was in enough pain to take medicine and go back to the doctor before the party. I told him we could just do in Thursday night. No big deal. He refused.
He spent the first hour or so pacing around their house because of the pain, but after a while his newest medicine kicked in, and he was good to go. I had been pregnancy sick all day because with him so sick, I had to skip my Unisome (best drug ever), which is a sleeping pill that keeps me from feeling sick the next day. I was worried I would not make it to mid-night.
But we seemed to be doing fine.
After dinner we all sat around and talked while Lindsay looked for "Lars and the Real Girl," which we had planned to watch. When she couldn't find it at about 9 p.m., we just kept talking. I thought it was about 10 p.m. and Brandon got up and walked into another room. When he came back, he said, "Oh my gosh! We missed New Years. It's 12:25!"
The four of us toasted some cider at 12:30 and kept talking 'till 3 a.m.
Now that is friendship, and we are beyond grateful for it.
New Year, New Thoughts
An update on our returns home and my deep thoughts about my little one and motherhood as a whole.
So, we are finally home after two weeks away, and we had two feet of snow in the driveway waiting for us when we got home. Tim thought that maybe ... just maybe ... we could just just drive over it or though it or something. We tried.
We failed.
We were half way in the driveway and half way in the street. Tim opened the garage and ran for it in his flip flops. He went inside to turn on the heat in the house and then came back out with a snow shovel. Quinn and I had been in the car since Kanab and were ready to get out. So after we realized it was not going to be a fast job, I grabbed Quinn and ran for it.
We got bored waiting for Daddy and all our stuff, so we passed the time by making frozen strawberry lemonade with the fresh snow from outside.
That was about the end of the fun because the next morning Tim woke up with a horrible ear infection. It got worse and worse, and he has already been to the urgent care twice. He's taken more pills this week then he has in our entire marriage. I've been sick for three weeks, and Quinn has had a runny nose. So we are basically staying in bed for a few days. We've been staying in our PJ's all day and watching shows. Battlestar Galactica for us and Sesame Street for Quinn.
But sick or not, I really do not have any complaints about life. I feel like I have grown a lot as a mother over the last few weeks. I am enjoying the process. I think it has a lot to do with Quinn getting to a really fun age. She says and does a lot more than she ever has before. We really have a great time together. I try to really respect who she is and help her understand how to respect other. I guess in the end we play and talk a lot more than we used too. I'm having a lot of fun. It is nice to have someone around that keeps you from ever feeling lonely.
I'll probably write about this more specifically in another post, but one of my deep thoughts on motherhood comes from the life of Marjorie Pay Hinckley. She was the wife President Gordon B. Hinckley from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She raised five children and had a husband who was not around that much because he was always doing church work. Anyway a famous story about her is that she loved being with her kids so much that every year she would cry on the first day of school because she was so sad that he kids were gone. I normally hear about women celebrating on the first day of school because their kids have been driving them crazy all summer.
I'm not saying it is a goal of mine to feel like Marjorie Hinckley because I am my own person, and I have the right to glory in whatever aspects of motherhood and womanhood that I want. But I have kept that idea in the back on my head as an option. I find that it motivates me to be better and brings good thoughts and things to my life.
I think Tim's aunt Sue in like Marjorie in a really quiet way. It has always been very clear to me that she enjoys having her kids around. But at the same time, I remember when her kids were small, and she almost lost her mind every time she was cooking dinner. We all work in our own way.
But I have been thinking about Marjorie and my own motherhood, and we will see what happens. What I do know is that for whatever reason I am having a lot more fun. And I get more excited everyday about adding another baby Fellow to the mix.
If number two likes Elmo as much as Quinn, we might have to infest in the Sesame Workshop.
So, we are finally home after two weeks away, and we had two feet of snow in the driveway waiting for us when we got home. Tim thought that maybe ... just maybe ... we could just just drive over it or though it or something. We tried.
We failed.
We were half way in the driveway and half way in the street. Tim opened the garage and ran for it in his flip flops. He went inside to turn on the heat in the house and then came back out with a snow shovel. Quinn and I had been in the car since Kanab and were ready to get out. So after we realized it was not going to be a fast job, I grabbed Quinn and ran for it.
We got bored waiting for Daddy and all our stuff, so we passed the time by making frozen strawberry lemonade with the fresh snow from outside.
That was about the end of the fun because the next morning Tim woke up with a horrible ear infection. It got worse and worse, and he has already been to the urgent care twice. He's taken more pills this week then he has in our entire marriage. I've been sick for three weeks, and Quinn has had a runny nose. So we are basically staying in bed for a few days. We've been staying in our PJ's all day and watching shows. Battlestar Galactica for us and Sesame Street for Quinn.
But sick or not, I really do not have any complaints about life. I feel like I have grown a lot as a mother over the last few weeks. I am enjoying the process. I think it has a lot to do with Quinn getting to a really fun age. She says and does a lot more than she ever has before. We really have a great time together. I try to really respect who she is and help her understand how to respect other. I guess in the end we play and talk a lot more than we used too. I'm having a lot of fun. It is nice to have someone around that keeps you from ever feeling lonely.
I'll probably write about this more specifically in another post, but one of my deep thoughts on motherhood comes from the life of Marjorie Pay Hinckley. She was the wife President Gordon B. Hinckley from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She raised five children and had a husband who was not around that much because he was always doing church work. Anyway a famous story about her is that she loved being with her kids so much that every year she would cry on the first day of school because she was so sad that he kids were gone. I normally hear about women celebrating on the first day of school because their kids have been driving them crazy all summer.
I'm not saying it is a goal of mine to feel like Marjorie Hinckley because I am my own person, and I have the right to glory in whatever aspects of motherhood and womanhood that I want. But I have kept that idea in the back on my head as an option. I find that it motivates me to be better and brings good thoughts and things to my life.
I think Tim's aunt Sue in like Marjorie in a really quiet way. It has always been very clear to me that she enjoys having her kids around. But at the same time, I remember when her kids were small, and she almost lost her mind every time she was cooking dinner. We all work in our own way.
But I have been thinking about Marjorie and my own motherhood, and we will see what happens. What I do know is that for whatever reason I am having a lot more fun. And I get more excited everyday about adding another baby Fellow to the mix.
If number two likes Elmo as much as Quinn, we might have to infest in the Sesame Workshop.
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