Fun New Fact
Aidan is terrified of trash bags.
Yeah, I don't understand it either.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Prayers please
My good friend Mo has cancer. She's been battling it for a few years now, but the doctors have recently told her that nothing more can be done.
Mo and her family have stood by my side through some of my roughest times, and some of the best, and I love them dearly.
Even though you may not know her, any and all thoughts and prayers you could direct towards her would be really appreciated by me.
Thank you.
My good friend Mo has cancer. She's been battling it for a few years now, but the doctors have recently told her that nothing more can be done.
Mo and her family have stood by my side through some of my roughest times, and some of the best, and I love them dearly.
Even though you may not know her, any and all thoughts and prayers you could direct towards her would be really appreciated by me.
Thank you.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Dun Dun Duhhh
I'm off this weekend to my 10 year reunion...for college...How on earth did I get to be that old?
I'm very much looking forward to it though. St. Mary's is beautiful and I love getting down there to see it. I miss those sunsets!
There's going to be a homebrewing seminar with tasting, at 10:30 AM on Saturday. Ahhh! Good old St. Mary's. I wish I knew if anyone's kept up the "Easter Boh-nny" tradition? If it was closer to home I'd do it myself.
Most of my old friends won't be there unfortunately, but my best friend will be (Yay T!!!). And the two most important people in my life will be in the same car with me of course!
I really want to see Stuart's spot again, and show it to Aidan. It's always been such a nice spot for me and Andy and it's all the more meaningful now. It will be a good mix of happy and sad I think.
Is it odd I've missed the place almost as much as the people who used to fill it?
More to come on Monday, and Happy Father's Day y'all!
I'm off this weekend to my 10 year reunion...for college...How on earth did I get to be that old?
I'm very much looking forward to it though. St. Mary's is beautiful and I love getting down there to see it. I miss those sunsets!
There's going to be a homebrewing seminar with tasting, at 10:30 AM on Saturday. Ahhh! Good old St. Mary's. I wish I knew if anyone's kept up the "Easter Boh-nny" tradition? If it was closer to home I'd do it myself.
Most of my old friends won't be there unfortunately, but my best friend will be (Yay T!!!). And the two most important people in my life will be in the same car with me of course!
I really want to see Stuart's spot again, and show it to Aidan. It's always been such a nice spot for me and Andy and it's all the more meaningful now. It will be a good mix of happy and sad I think.
Is it odd I've missed the place almost as much as the people who used to fill it?
More to come on Monday, and Happy Father's Day y'all!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
6 Months!!!
Aidan is half a year old today! It's so wonderful, I can barely stand it.
Yesterday, for the very first time he rolled from his back to his belly. The inspiration? Me laying on the floor saying "come get me." After he got it all figured out he just kept rolling back and forth, back and forth. And looking to me after every time, as if to say "Mommy, this is a fun new game! Why didn't you tell me before?"
We also tried our very first vegetable yesterday. Sweet peas. I'm not a fan of peas unless it's split pea soup, and really then you're just eating ham that the peas sort of walked by. Aidan seems to share my point of view.
More than anything I imagined being a mom is incredibly hard. It's so much harder than I thought it would be, on me, on our relationship, on our poor dog, and I knew it would be hard. On the job training is never easy.
But I can't imagine doing anything else. Aidan fills me with such joy every day. He's filled mine and Andy's life with love, and laughter and it's only going to get more and more rewarding. I know we're all going to make it through the rough places and come out on the other side loving each other all the more for it. That's the best part of my new job.
The perks rock.
Aidan is half a year old today! It's so wonderful, I can barely stand it.
Yesterday, for the very first time he rolled from his back to his belly. The inspiration? Me laying on the floor saying "come get me." After he got it all figured out he just kept rolling back and forth, back and forth. And looking to me after every time, as if to say "Mommy, this is a fun new game! Why didn't you tell me before?"
We also tried our very first vegetable yesterday. Sweet peas. I'm not a fan of peas unless it's split pea soup, and really then you're just eating ham that the peas sort of walked by. Aidan seems to share my point of view.
More than anything I imagined being a mom is incredibly hard. It's so much harder than I thought it would be, on me, on our relationship, on our poor dog, and I knew it would be hard. On the job training is never easy.
But I can't imagine doing anything else. Aidan fills me with such joy every day. He's filled mine and Andy's life with love, and laughter and it's only going to get more and more rewarding. I know we're all going to make it through the rough places and come out on the other side loving each other all the more for it. That's the best part of my new job.
The perks rock.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Buy me some peanuts and CrackerJacks...
The ongoing saga of Arrow continues. Last week, the dog was acting sort of puny again so we went back to the vet. More x-rays were taken on Tuesday and Wednesday and it appears that he's eaten something else. The vets' best guess, a pacifier.
Now, here's the thing, I count the pacifiers. I have ever since the dog's surgery. Out of severe paranoia that he'll eat one. I don't think it's a pacifier, but regardless, there's something in there.
The vet and I had several discussions and decided the best course of action to prevent the dog from eating himself to death is Prozac. Yes, doggy Prozac. I now have a designer dog that requires mood-altering drugs. I wrestled with this decision for a long time. With the baby almost to the point of throwing things and Arrow's constant need for attention that has turned into self-destructive behavior it really seemed the best solution. I still don't like it, but I'm trying to do the best thing for everyone.
On to interesting twist number 3.
Two evenings ago between changing the baby, and feeding the baby, and getting ready for bed, I misplaced a pacifier. We tore the house apart. We looked everywhere. We questioned my sanity. I reiterated the fact that I count the pacifiers. I know for a fact that one of the Avent ones is missing. It's clear with a white handle that glows in the dark. It's one of 3 like that. It is simply gone. The only conclusion? That I left it somewhere the dog could reach and he ate it. I feel positively ill. How could I let this happen?
The next day I kept the dog glued to my side. I looked for signs of him acting sick. I looked for him sniffing out the hidden pacifier from under a chair that I missed. I looked for everything. No joy.
Today, similar day. Dog by my side. He seems fine, but still no sign of the missing sucky. I'm becoming more distraught thinking of the further damage to my dog's insides. I'm thinking of the amounts of money we'll need to continue to spend. I'm thinking that the vet will probably take my dog away from me, or that if we get through this I will have to give the dog away. I just can't keep my hands on all things baby and away from Arrow at all times and stay sane.
This evening Aidan and I had a night out with some of the family and left Andy and Arrow at home for a little guy time.
On the way to dinner I got a phone call. Expecting a question about where something was, or some sort of emergency I answered. Andy asked "Where did you get these special Doritos?" Huh? was the only thing I could think to say. "You know, these special Doritos with the prize inside?" Again I have no idea what he's talking about. "Didn't you buy the special bags? You know? Each one comes with a free pacifier."
Oh Thank God! The pacifier got lumped into the bag of Doritos we'd been snacking on. Somehow it got scooped up with the bag and rolled in. It's not in the dog's stomach, I'm not losing my mind. I might be able to keep my shit together after all.
The ongoing saga of Arrow continues. Last week, the dog was acting sort of puny again so we went back to the vet. More x-rays were taken on Tuesday and Wednesday and it appears that he's eaten something else. The vets' best guess, a pacifier.
Now, here's the thing, I count the pacifiers. I have ever since the dog's surgery. Out of severe paranoia that he'll eat one. I don't think it's a pacifier, but regardless, there's something in there.
The vet and I had several discussions and decided the best course of action to prevent the dog from eating himself to death is Prozac. Yes, doggy Prozac. I now have a designer dog that requires mood-altering drugs. I wrestled with this decision for a long time. With the baby almost to the point of throwing things and Arrow's constant need for attention that has turned into self-destructive behavior it really seemed the best solution. I still don't like it, but I'm trying to do the best thing for everyone.
On to interesting twist number 3.
Two evenings ago between changing the baby, and feeding the baby, and getting ready for bed, I misplaced a pacifier. We tore the house apart. We looked everywhere. We questioned my sanity. I reiterated the fact that I count the pacifiers. I know for a fact that one of the Avent ones is missing. It's clear with a white handle that glows in the dark. It's one of 3 like that. It is simply gone. The only conclusion? That I left it somewhere the dog could reach and he ate it. I feel positively ill. How could I let this happen?
The next day I kept the dog glued to my side. I looked for signs of him acting sick. I looked for him sniffing out the hidden pacifier from under a chair that I missed. I looked for everything. No joy.
Today, similar day. Dog by my side. He seems fine, but still no sign of the missing sucky. I'm becoming more distraught thinking of the further damage to my dog's insides. I'm thinking of the amounts of money we'll need to continue to spend. I'm thinking that the vet will probably take my dog away from me, or that if we get through this I will have to give the dog away. I just can't keep my hands on all things baby and away from Arrow at all times and stay sane.
This evening Aidan and I had a night out with some of the family and left Andy and Arrow at home for a little guy time.
On the way to dinner I got a phone call. Expecting a question about where something was, or some sort of emergency I answered. Andy asked "Where did you get these special Doritos?" Huh? was the only thing I could think to say. "You know, these special Doritos with the prize inside?" Again I have no idea what he's talking about. "Didn't you buy the special bags? You know? Each one comes with a free pacifier."
Oh Thank God! The pacifier got lumped into the bag of Doritos we'd been snacking on. Somehow it got scooped up with the bag and rolled in. It's not in the dog's stomach, I'm not losing my mind. I might be able to keep my shit together after all.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Crazy? Well, maybe a little...
I've gotten used to carrying on a running conversation with no one to answer me. Which is fine when I'm at home with Aidan. When I ran out to the grocery store by myself on Sunday, not so much.
I was almost done with the shopping before I realized I was quietly commenting on every item I needed to purchase, how nicely the store renovations were going, and pondering whether to take a few extra minutes to swing by and pick up some beer.
I've gotten used to carrying on a running conversation with no one to answer me. Which is fine when I'm at home with Aidan. When I ran out to the grocery store by myself on Sunday, not so much.
I was almost done with the shopping before I realized I was quietly commenting on every item I needed to purchase, how nicely the store renovations were going, and pondering whether to take a few extra minutes to swing by and pick up some beer.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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