Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Why I Love Geoff
As usual, my pregnancy cravings include frozen yogurt. Incidentally, my non-pregnancy cravings also include frozen yogurt.
Anyway, the other night (after the kids were in bed so I didn't have to share), I went to get some frozen yogurt. When I got home, I was moaning with delight while eating said yogurt and my husband and I had the following exchange:
Geoff: Why don't you just buy a quart and keep it in the freezer?!
Me: Because it's not the same ...
Geoff: Oh, you like the soft texture?
Me: Well, yeah
Geoff: Well you could totally make some in the ice cream maker! Just look for some recipes!
Me: Yeeeaaaah, but it's just not the same ... I mean, I like having the variety at the shop and the little toppings and what-not ... the mini m&ms and the mini reece's pieces, and the sauces and the whipped cream and the ...
Geoff: ... so you don't even care about the yogurt, you just like the candy?
Me: I'm sorry, have we met?
Anyway, the other night (after the kids were in bed so I didn't have to share), I went to get some frozen yogurt. When I got home, I was moaning with delight while eating said yogurt and my husband and I had the following exchange:
Geoff: Why don't you just buy a quart and keep it in the freezer?!
Me: Because it's not the same ...
Geoff: Oh, you like the soft texture?
Me: Well, yeah
Geoff: Well you could totally make some in the ice cream maker! Just look for some recipes!
Me: Yeeeaaaah, but it's just not the same ... I mean, I like having the variety at the shop and the little toppings and what-not ... the mini m&ms and the mini reece's pieces, and the sauces and the whipped cream and the ...
Geoff: ... so you don't even care about the yogurt, you just like the candy?
Me: I'm sorry, have we met?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Biapers
A couple of weeks ago we went to Farmer's Market in SLO to hang out with my in-laws who were in town and wanted to go.
We had finished eating, and I was feeling jovial so I got 2 frozen yogurts (1 for me, 1 for the kids). I occasionally put the toasted almonds on my frozen yogurts, but that night I wavered -- ever so slightly -- before deciding to go ahead and put them on. Omega-3s and what-not. Good for the baby.
My yogurt was almost finished (30 seconds later), when I laughed at something and started choking on one of the almonds. My husband didn't notice, and neither did my in-laws, until the moment I crouched down to hide -- as best as possible -- the fact that with each cough, I was slowly peeing my pants.
Yes.
At Farmer's Market. On a ridiculously busy night because everyone was in town on vacation and balmy enough that jackets weren't necessary.
Geoff asked if I was okay, and between stifled coughs, I told him "I'm ... peeing ... my ... pants".
And I wrapped the hoodie I'd just bought him for Christmas around my waist, awkwardly, while trying to put on my (mercifully, long) jacket and looking around -- desperately -- for bathrooms.
There were none even remotely close to where we were. In a well-lighted area. Where everyone in 3 counties and all my ex-boyfriends and their wives just saw me pee my pants.
The next day, I decided to peruse the feminine products aisle for ... well ... anything absorbent and discrete.
I would, of course, go through self-checkout.
Having not had a period in over 2 years now, I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, but I found some "Poise liners" and decided those would work because they're intended to catch pee, but also ... weren't in the "You've got incontinence and everyone knows about it" aisle.
Said ex-boyfriends and their perfectly continent wives were also at Albertson's that day.
Shortly after trying out my new potty pads (fyi: highly recommend them), I had to go to the bathroom (something I do not take for granted when one is a few feet from my location). And, as happens when a parent of young children (including one who is potty training) goes to the bathroom, my kids happened to see the pottyliner in my underwear.
Phoebe looked and smiled and said "Mommy wears biiiiiiapers!"
I laughed and said (to my sweet little daughter who is only allowed diapers at night and during naps and has had ZERO accidents since we started the potty training) "Ohhh no no sweetie that's not a diaper. Mommy has a baby in mommy's tummy and that means ..."
"... Mommy have baby in tummy, make mommy tiiiiiiiiired"
"... yes, sweetie, it makes mommy tired, but also, the baby sometimes makes mommy have to go ... potty ... in ... her ... pants ... and ... yes. It's a biaper. Mommy is wearing a biaper."
This is my 3rd baby in under 4 years. I believe I'm allowed a little bladder forgiveness.
We had finished eating, and I was feeling jovial so I got 2 frozen yogurts (1 for me, 1 for the kids). I occasionally put the toasted almonds on my frozen yogurts, but that night I wavered -- ever so slightly -- before deciding to go ahead and put them on. Omega-3s and what-not. Good for the baby.
My yogurt was almost finished (30 seconds later), when I laughed at something and started choking on one of the almonds. My husband didn't notice, and neither did my in-laws, until the moment I crouched down to hide -- as best as possible -- the fact that with each cough, I was slowly peeing my pants.
Yes.
At Farmer's Market. On a ridiculously busy night because everyone was in town on vacation and balmy enough that jackets weren't necessary.
Geoff asked if I was okay, and between stifled coughs, I told him "I'm ... peeing ... my ... pants".
And I wrapped the hoodie I'd just bought him for Christmas around my waist, awkwardly, while trying to put on my (mercifully, long) jacket and looking around -- desperately -- for bathrooms.
There were none even remotely close to where we were. In a well-lighted area. Where everyone in 3 counties and all my ex-boyfriends and their wives just saw me pee my pants.
The next day, I decided to peruse the feminine products aisle for ... well ... anything absorbent and discrete.
I would, of course, go through self-checkout.
Having not had a period in over 2 years now, I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, but I found some "Poise liners" and decided those would work because they're intended to catch pee, but also ... weren't in the "You've got incontinence and everyone knows about it" aisle.
Said ex-boyfriends and their perfectly continent wives were also at Albertson's that day.
Shortly after trying out my new potty pads (fyi: highly recommend them), I had to go to the bathroom (something I do not take for granted when one is a few feet from my location). And, as happens when a parent of young children (including one who is potty training) goes to the bathroom, my kids happened to see the pottyliner in my underwear.
Phoebe looked and smiled and said "Mommy wears biiiiiiapers!"
I laughed and said (to my sweet little daughter who is only allowed diapers at night and during naps and has had ZERO accidents since we started the potty training) "Ohhh no no sweetie that's not a diaper. Mommy has a baby in mommy's tummy and that means ..."
"... Mommy have baby in tummy, make mommy tiiiiiiiiired"
"... yes, sweetie, it makes mommy tired, but also, the baby sometimes makes mommy have to go ... potty ... in ... her ... pants ... and ... yes. It's a biaper. Mommy is wearing a biaper."
This is my 3rd baby in under 4 years. I believe I'm allowed a little bladder forgiveness.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Into the Mystic
Today, Phoebe gave me a big hug, a kiss on the lips, and said "Phoebe loves mommy".
It was the first time she'd ever said that.
It was the first time she'd ever said that.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Untouched
Today was Phoebe's first-ever Official Picture Day.
I had imagined she'd wear one of her new shirts I splurged on ($8 apiece - whoo fancy!) ... and I was going to let her decide between the purple or the pink
And then I realized ... I should also give her the option of wearing her FAVORITE "doggie" shirt even though I secretly hoped she'd pick the pink (it looks SO PRETTY ON HER!)
She saw the grey as I was walking down the stairs and said "DOGGIE SHIRT! DOGGIE SHIRT!"
The choice had been made.
I briefly considered vetoing, but, really, that shirt is who she is right now at 3 years old. She's not the fancy purple or pink. She likes those shirts, but I was thinking "Wouldn't I rather have the memory of her wearing her FAVORITE shirt of the moment than *my* favorite shirt of the moment?"
She won.
I asked her if she wanted me to put a pretty bow in her hair (never happens, thought I'd try)
She said "Rubberband".
Sigh.
So I put it in the rubberband, as nicely as I possibly could (taking an extra 10 seconds to style her Phoebe 'do), and as I did, I noticed that -- at some point -- she had spilled eggs and ketchup on her doggie shirt. Breakfast had been long over by that time.
And I wasn't going to change her.
Who can?
Today when her teacher called me to tell me she had 102 fever and I needed to pick her up, I hoped she was able to get her picture taken. Scratch on her nose (that will never heal because she keeps falling on things and re-scratching it), egg on her favorite shirt, rubberband in her hair.
Those things are who she is and what she looks like right in this moment.
When I was trying to select which picture package we wanted (the cheapest that would also give us a disc, natch), I saw two options for retouching:
Retouching $6
Deluxe Retouching $12
"Basic retouching removes blemishes but will not remove moles, scars, glass glare or fly-away hair"
No information was given on the Deluxe Retouching.
My daughter is 3 years, 4 and a half months old. I do not believe she needs to be photoshopped.
I can't wait to see the picture.
We took some practice pictures before she left for school this morning. She was very excited. And then she wasn't.
I had imagined she'd wear one of her new shirts I splurged on ($8 apiece - whoo fancy!) ... and I was going to let her decide between the purple or the pink
And then I realized ... I should also give her the option of wearing her FAVORITE "doggie" shirt even though I secretly hoped she'd pick the pink (it looks SO PRETTY ON HER!)
She saw the grey as I was walking down the stairs and said "DOGGIE SHIRT! DOGGIE SHIRT!"
The choice had been made.
I briefly considered vetoing, but, really, that shirt is who she is right now at 3 years old. She's not the fancy purple or pink. She likes those shirts, but I was thinking "Wouldn't I rather have the memory of her wearing her FAVORITE shirt of the moment than *my* favorite shirt of the moment?"
She won.
I asked her if she wanted me to put a pretty bow in her hair (never happens, thought I'd try)
She said "Rubberband".
Sigh.
So I put it in the rubberband, as nicely as I possibly could (taking an extra 10 seconds to style her Phoebe 'do), and as I did, I noticed that -- at some point -- she had spilled eggs and ketchup on her doggie shirt. Breakfast had been long over by that time.
And I wasn't going to change her.
Who can?
Today when her teacher called me to tell me she had 102 fever and I needed to pick her up, I hoped she was able to get her picture taken. Scratch on her nose (that will never heal because she keeps falling on things and re-scratching it), egg on her favorite shirt, rubberband in her hair.
Those things are who she is and what she looks like right in this moment.
When I was trying to select which picture package we wanted (the cheapest that would also give us a disc, natch), I saw two options for retouching:
Retouching $6
Deluxe Retouching $12
"Basic retouching removes blemishes but will not remove moles, scars, glass glare or fly-away hair"
No information was given on the Deluxe Retouching.
My daughter is 3 years, 4 and a half months old. I do not believe she needs to be photoshopped.
I can't wait to see the picture.
We took some practice pictures before she left for school this morning. She was very excited. And then she wasn't.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Jack, 1 year, 4 months
Current favorites: fruit, of allllll varities (particularly blueberries, which he calls "moo moos"); his doggie, his silkie, his blankie; carbs (bread/crackers/noodles/rice); also? shrimp (could eat a pound of it probably in a sitting)
Current favorite words: eat, cookie/cookies, cracker (caca), animal sounds (cow and sheep mostly), Phoebe (his favorite word of all), juice ("dooce")
Misc updates: Still napping twice a day (mercifully), points to ultrasound picture on fridge and says "Baby Jack" and I say "No, that's baby R" and he says Baby R's name. Love; first haircut Oct 7th (still have little curl from the back of his head in a ziploc in my purse); starting to walk up the stairs instead of crawl; loves his Phoebe sis; loves climbing/tackling/wrestling; 5% for weight, 88% for height ("He's so skinny!" "Yes, and you should see how much he eats")
Phoebe, 3 years, 4 months
Current favorites: meat, of all varities (eating the meat out of a sandwich and avoiding the bread, for example); watching Princess and the Frog; all her friends at preschool; her rain boots (and splashing in the rain); waking up at 5 a.m. (quietly), coming downstairs, changing out of the nighttime pullup, pressing play on the iTunes and sitting on the couch, listening to music; going to the grocery store with mom; wearing footie pajamas (always); painting/playing with markers
New/funny words: Calling Jack "Dack" now (instead of Bay Bah, which makes me a little sad), reciting "Brown Bear, Brown Bear", but using family member names instead of names of animals, the following "Daddy has biiiiig nose. Daddy has smalllll face." said to Geoff on Saturday, his birthday; saying "Mommy has baby in tummy, make mommy tiiiiiiiiiiiired"
New skills: going potty in potty (a few times a day) in exchange for "ems ems ems" (M&Ms), getting into and out of car seat by herself, running, counting to 10 (12 sometimes), knowing how to spell her name
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Moments
Yesterday, to distract me, Geoff took us all to the lake park to get out of the house and get some fresh air. Before we left, Phoebe said "Lola" and looked around for her.
We told her Lola wasn't going to be coming with us.
Last night, when I was getting ready to go upstairs (grabbing my water cup, the nursing pillows, etc.) I instinctively looked on the blanket where Lola usually sleeps and felt the pang of emptiness in my heart and my home, the latter a place she will never again reside; the former a place she will always.
And today, when we passed the dog food at Costco, Phoebe said "Lola eat dog food!"
We answered, simply, "Yes, Lola eats dog food."
Eats.
Ate.
I think the past tense would have made me lose it. And I couldn't lose it in the middle of Costco.
I miss my dog terribly. And I think I am going to miss her for a very long time.
We told her Lola wasn't going to be coming with us.
Last night, when I was getting ready to go upstairs (grabbing my water cup, the nursing pillows, etc.) I instinctively looked on the blanket where Lola usually sleeps and felt the pang of emptiness in my heart and my home, the latter a place she will never again reside; the former a place she will always.
And today, when we passed the dog food at Costco, Phoebe said "Lola eat dog food!"
We answered, simply, "Yes, Lola eats dog food."
Eats.
Ate.
I think the past tense would have made me lose it. And I couldn't lose it in the middle of Costco.
I miss my dog terribly. And I think I am going to miss her for a very long time.
Ad infinitum
Lola Johnson
March-ish 2000 - July 22, 2011
A very good dog.
See you on the other side, my sweet sweet friend.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
A Letter to God
Dear God,
Thank you for the following:
-bacon avocados
-paper plates
-Jason Bateman
-tank tops with built-in shelf bras
Love in Christ,
Meghan
Thank you for the following:
-bacon avocados
-paper plates
-Jason Bateman
-tank tops with built-in shelf bras
Love in Christ,
Meghan
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