tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54226244734330851662012-02-06T22:35:43.229-08:00life stories of phoebe and jack; updated infrequentlyMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.comBlogger4301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-15738337079475059712012-01-11T17:17:00.000-08:002012-01-11T17:17:30.017-08:00

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Lola JohnsonMarch-ish 2000 - July 22, 2011A very good dog. See you on the other side, my sweet sweet friend.

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Dear God, 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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Phoebe and Great-Grandpa Jack, 4th of July Currently: watching Turbo Dogs (the only show she likes and she likes it A LOT) Favorite foods: cheese, treats (cookies, etc.), whatever is on Jack's high chair tray, tomatoes, corn on the cob Enjoys: reading books, taking baths, jumping, hopping, dancing, listening to music, playing daddy's guitar, helping mommy wash dishes, getting herself

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Says: daddy, mommy, noonies, doggie, ooow-aaah (Lola), cracker, and signs and says "more". Also? 'MEEP!' his protest when we tell him "No!" or don't share our food Current skills: climbing onto the sofas, blowing raspberries on anything and everything, pulling Phoebe's hair, wrestling daddy, eating everything in sight, digging food and other items out of the trash can and putting said items in

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I am in denial that my dog is dying. Yes, if you want to get all philosophical you can say "Oh but we're all dying".  And then I'd be forced to punch you in the throat. My dog -- Lola -- who has been under my care for 10 of her 11 years is obviously not well. I noticed an egg-sized lump under her right shoulder blade a few weeks ago, and then another on her teats, but was afraid to take her

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This was taken at my mom's wedding May 15, 2011. I love this picture of Phoebe so much. Yes, I'm aware you can see my chonies. Today was the last day of Phoebe's Mommy & Me for the "school" year.  I'm not sure if we'll be back in the fall with the older kids as we are still trying to determine the best course of education for her (weighing the benefits of being with her parent vs. the

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Is what I saw when I turned away from the sink of dirty dishes to glance at my children yesterday. ... it melted my heart.

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While I do realize it's been nearly two months since I've posted here, I have to say ... holy God In Heaven I've been busy.  Between my new business and Phoebe's therapy and the complete SHOCK to my system that is having a "neurotypical" child (Jack, for those of you not paying attention) ... you could say life has been busy (seriously, why didn't you people warn me about the putting EVERYTHING

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Every Wednesday, Phoebe has occupational therapy (also called OT), which means a woman comes to my house and helps teach Phoebe how to jump.  And eat.  And use a pincer grasp.  And flex her wrists.  And chew her food.  And balance on a balance beam.  And go "over" an object in her path. And every Wednesday, I die a little inside watching my baby try so hard and get so frustrated try to learn how

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I met a woman at the park shortly after Jack was born.  He couldn't have been more than a month old.  I remember because as he got older, I tried walking to further parks to force myself to exercise. She had a daughter about a year younger than Phoebe who was so adorable -- she was wearing sunglasses.  And she was WEARING them, not trying to take them off or anything.  She bought them at Old

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It occurred to me today that I haven't yet written Jack's birth story. And also that I haven't written a 5 month update for him. And also that he's FIVE MONTHS OLD. Yeah. I've got exciting news a'brewing though and that's taking a lot of my time.  I can't wait to tell you all about it. *** I have just spent the past 10 minutes trying to upload a pic and blogger isn't letting me.  Please

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I'm not one for confrontation.  Passive aggressive silent treatment is more my style.  I get too emotional during fights.  I can't keep my head straight.  Rationality goes out the window.  Passion takes over.  I get too upset to speak.  I can't get out the things I want to say.  And so I keep quiet.  Swallow the hurt.  Try to forget.  Turn my back. Slam doors. A few months ago, Geoff hurt my

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Dear Phoebe, This past month has been baby bap baby bap baby bap baby bap.  Coupled with your newfound love of RUNNING through the house, the leaves, the everything. I think more than anyone, you love the sound of the crunching of leaves. You seek them out in order to step on them. You pick them up to inspect them, throwing them down, moving on to more leaves. Your curiosity and wonder at

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Remember this post? Here's what I look like now, after losing 13 lbs in the past 4 weeks doing Robb Wolf's Paleo Solution diet (wearing the same cargo pants + shirt -- I already sold the jeans on Craigslist): Have you seen my booty? Because it's gone missing. Yes, I'm pinching a good inch of fabric I realize the one above isn't super flattering, but you have to imagine that the pants are

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The stats: 15 lbs, 6 oz (64th percentile) 27.3" long (>97th percentile) 43.5 cm head circumference (83rd percentile) You are tall and skinny with a big head.  So basically you are exactly like your uncle Kyle. At church yesterday, I met a woman with a 3 month old baby.  He was 10 lbs and 23" long.  I told her that's how big you were when you were born.  You are just such a big lovey galoot.

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You love turtles. Pointing to the pictures of turtles. Trying to make the sign for turtles. Wanting your turtle music/nightlight thing near you AT ALL TIMES, dragging it around the house. Insanely independent.  You can't talk much yet, but you definitely get the "I CAN DO IT" point across.  Very loud and very clearly. Looooove your babies.  Baby is your favorite word, the second being "Ba

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I changed the layout because I'm drinking Spanish wine while my husband watches baseball. And I think I kinda like it! What do you think?

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*a day of surgery to prevent a lifetime of googly eye edition

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In the summer of 2000, I spent every single day with a friend going through a horrid breakup.  We'd eat almost every day at the Vietnamese restaurant in Bakersfield and my friend told me how they wanted to eat everything SUPER spicy.  I could not believe the amount of chile paste my friend was putting in their plate.  I like spicy, but that was just out of this world unbelievable.  I still

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*thank you Avett Brothers Phoebe's second eye surgery (left eye) to fix the 4th nerve palsy that appeared not long after the surgery that fixed her right eye is scheduled for Tuesday. I'm not as nervous as last time (but let's talk Monday night) and I am very much looking forward to putting these surgeries behind us (hopefully there won't be a need for adjustments in the future). I think I'm

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Dear Jack, What can I say, son?  You're the 2nd baby.  I certainly don't love you any less, I just don't have time to devote to blogging like I used to. Did I ever have time?  You turned 3 months old on Saturday (I might possibly still be in denial). So this is it. For now. Little Jack Michael ... 3 months old ... starting to laugh, wanting desperately to sit up (cranky in the bouncy

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This is what a typical "photoshoot" looks like at our house these days: ... I love it.

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This was 2. years. ago. This was today: ... I'm sorry, who replaced my 2 year old with a teenager? Seriously.

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Geoff said to me the other day that we don't take nearly as many pictures of Jack as we did of Phoebe. I told him that's not true.  Maybe *he* isn't taking as many pictures, but I can assure you -- my cell phone is FULL and my camera is, too. Yesterday he asked me how many times a day I thought Phoebe hugged Jack. I said "I don't think she stops hugging him, except when she's

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(*check the booty/feel free to judge me/kiss my ass if you judge me/the pants weren't grass-stained and full of holes/she was totally normal/YAY-I-HAVE-NEW-PANTS-THAT-FIT-STRAIGHT-FROM-THE-DRYER edition) I paid $3 at Old Navy for this shirt (that reads "Mad About Maui") shortly after Phoebe (Miss Made in Maui) was born. I know it's ridiculous.  But I love how it fits. These aren't tight

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So I'm about like 5 lbs away from fitting into my pre-Jack pants (shirts, who knows? what with nursing and all) and until then, I'm stuck with ONE PAIR that look good and fit me. One. I get spitup on them like daily, too. But I can't justify spending money on new pants because I'm SOCLOSE to getting into the old ones. But then I go to get dressed to go anywhere other than the park or the

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I decided a few weeks ago that I intend to lose 20 lbs by Halloween. And then I remembered that I'm nursing another human being so I am giving myself until New Year's. So far, I've lost 2 lbs. I figure the more people I tell (and the more times I tell it), the more likely it will happen. I can be held accountable. I hate breaking my word. I'm not "dieting" per se, just trying to eat normal

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Me and Stillman.  End o' the nite (for us anyway -- I'm pretty sure Stillman hasn't yet ended his Wednesday night ...)

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Last night our friend was hosting Day 2 of his 5-day Wet Zeppelin II party.  Every year on/around the anniversary of Elvis Presley's death, Stillman has a party.  Last year we couldn't get a babysitter so we didn't go, which worked out well because PANDEMONIUM erupted and the cops came and Stillman has now been BANNED FOR LIFE from having another party at that location.  His name in my phone is

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Living room an utter disaster of toys and childstuffs, Geoff tripping over the dog (with a crazy disappearing foot! wtf?!) after dancing with Phoebe (collapsed in giggles), acoustic music station playing on tv, I need a pedicure (BADLY) and Jack is on the couch next to me sleeping. I love our life.

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The other night we watched the movie The Sweetest Thing.  It just happened to be on and we just happened to be watching it and laughing at it and then the following conversation took place: Me: Pfft, Jason Bateman is WAY hotter than him. Geoff: Than who? Me: Thomas Jane! Geoff: WHAT!? Me: Oh yeah. Geoff: Are you kidding me!? Me: No!  Jason Bateman is absolutely in my Top 5. Geoff (total

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... is gonna be BABY. Seriously.

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Yesterday afternoon I changed Jack's diaper (which included taking off his onesie because --in case you didn't know-- boys go potty ALL OVER THEIR CLOTHES which I'm certain is a precursor to going all over the toilet) and in the time it took me to walk into the kitchen, throw the diaper away, throw the dirty onesie into the garage (in front of the washing machine = laundry basket) and wash my

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(Image removed 8-13-10 because someone did a google image search, found it, and then looked at it large. Creepy.) Phoebe has been sitting on her little frog-shaped potty for awhile now (with no action -- but she does it every single time her diaper comes off for a diaper change) so I figured today I'd start her wearing her underwear (seriously, so cute) and see what happens. The underwear,

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Dear Jack, Tomorrow you will be 6 weeks old.  I have been thinking for a long time now (well, at least 6 weeks) about what to write you in your first "official" letter.  I wanted to write it when you were a month old, but you can blame yourself for my exhaustion and your sister for my not having any quiet time these days. In the past month, you've met almost all your relatives, including the

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Every day for the past week and a half (save for Saturday and Sunday), I have taken the kids to the park by our house. It's a nice short walk (I google-mapped -- it's .3 miles one way) but it has uphill parts (both ways even!) so it's a decent enough bit of exercise while pushing a stroller containing 2 children. It's a particularly decent bit of exercise when you consider that I get absolutely

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(Editor's note: I am NOT an outdoorsy person, but I do enjoy the idea of drinking outdoors and grilling various pork products and of course all the cute pictures of me in khaki shorts and a bandana and braids and what-not, so just keep that in mind while you enjoy this conversation that took place tonight over dinner while talking about my friend's recent trip to Bass Lake with her twin boys)

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I have been mentally writing blog posts for weeks now, but with absolutely no free time (or energy) to sit and write I haven't been able to actually put anything down. Today -- miraculously -- both kids are asleep at the same time and I don't feel an urgent and immediate need to nap. My birthday was Sunday and to celebrate, Geoff and I went to church (where I bought one of the donuts that --

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91 years holds 15 days

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Jack Michael was born June 18 at 8:19 a.m., 9 lbs, 9.5 oz (I'm counting that .5) and 23" long. No drugs, no needles, and no tearing (I gotta brag about that one -- even the midwife couldn't believe it).  Labor was ... really mild for the most part.  We got to the hospital at 8 p.m. on Thursday, after celebrating Phoebe's birthday.  I was having (mild-moderate) contractions about 4 minutes apart

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Yesterday I sold a travel car seat bag for $20 and used the money to buy Phoebe a little swimming pool and swimsuit. We put both to good use yesterday and I enjoyed watching my daughter walk around the front yard barefoot in her swimsuit and (soaking wet) diaper, exploring her yard, splashing in the pool, and laughing at the little "boats" I attempted to make out of the star jasmine and some

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(I just love her little munchkin laugh and scrunched face in this picture which -- no doubt -- she'll hate me for putting on the innernets someday) 2 weeks until Phoebe is 2 years old 2 cm dilated (TMI?) 2 car seats in our car It's been so long since I've written here, it's difficult to do.  Being so pregnant and taking care of a VERY BUSY toddler has left me little time (motivation?) to sit

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My attention span right now is even shorter than usual, but if I didn't write about this I think it was going to keep me up tonight because I still can't believe it happened. Earlier today, my friend Sarah visited from Bakersfield (at my wedding, she was "that" bridesmaid ... fortunately for her however, I had two of them) and we spent some time in Paso Robles doing some shopping and walking and

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-17350482633462851282010-04-23T12:58:00.000-07:002010-04-23T12:58:03.538-07:00

Dealing with Phoebe's developmental issues can take a toll on me.  Geoff isn't as bothered by it as I am I don't think, but for me I feel like it makes me vulnerable and, maybe, not as good of a parent as I'd like to be. I let her climb onto the coffee table ("DID YOU SEE THAT!? SHE'S CLIMBING ONTO THE COFFEE TABLE WITHOUT HELP! THAT'S AN AWESOME GROSS MOTOR SKILL!") and we let her walk across

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Me: Hey your woman is naked in Allure magazine this month Geoff: Which woman? Me: Catharine Zeta-Jones* Geoff: Ugh I don't want to see no naked 40 year old woman. (Dude, you're almost 37) Me: Hey! In a few years I'm going to be a 40 year old woman! Geoff: Not for a LONG time! (8 years, pal, so you may want to start planning my awesome surprise party) Me: Take a look at the pictures --

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A little less than a week ago, I went to make Phoebe a grilled cheese sandwich using the extra fancy Cuisinart griddler thing we got as a wedding present and have used - maybe - 10 times since we got married. It's high on the shelf and next to other rarely-used items, and when I went to pull it off, I knocked over my 2 pieces of Jadite (an egg cup and saucer for said egg cup) and both shattered

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Anyone else have a fetish for reading shopping lists left in the grocery cart by someone else? I can't be the only one. I've decided I'm going to start collecting them and posting here, just for fun.  You know you're curious, aren't you? Here's one I found yesterday: I love the "does this pen work" scribble at the top.  Then the chip options (there was no need to specify cereal type though -

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*Words in italics don't count (She's finally taking steps!  Repeatedly! Like ...10 steps in a row, which was our goal for June!  WE'RE AHEAD OF SCHEDULE PEOPLE!!!)

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Geoff is busy watching his shows but I did convince him to take 2 quick shots. And -- for fun -- a comparison of my belly shots of March 2 with Phoebe and then today with Baby 2. My favorite part is that my belly button is currently poking WAY out, but back then it hadn't popped yet.

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*someone had to get 10 ml of blood drawn from BOTH ARMS so she deserved a strawberry milkshake from Franks edition

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Last night at work I sneezed and peed my pants. Yes. Peed. My. Pants. I mean, not a LOT, but enough that I briefly considered walking out the door, never coming back and deleting my Facebook profile so nobody could ever find me again. But ... peeing pants is what happens when you: 1. Have a baby 2. Get pregnant again 15 months later 3. Have allergies So now, I guess I'm going to have to

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(*Fun at the park edition)    

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(*Phoebe's gonna be an awesome big sister who never lets little brother/sister go hungry edition)

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A few weeks ago, Geoff signed up for Blockbuster's movie rental system that's exactly like the Netflix one I canceled around 3 months ago in the interest of "saving money". Mostly it wasn't just for "saving money" (since I was down to the plan that's only $5/month or something) but we weren't really watching the movies because I couldn't convince Geoff to watch the ones I rented. I would ask

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-34216303676543578702010-02-20T10:16:00.000-08:002010-02-20T10:16:59.877-08:00

I have never really been into "cool" music.  I know that in some circles just saying that makes me "cool", but believe me: it's not. My friend Sarah always makes fun of me for not knowing any artist (or song) in the current top 10.  I really have no idea.  The only reason I know who those people are is my sick obsession with gossip websites. A few months before my wedding (sometime around March

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Phoebe has finally started taking steps ON HER OWN (well, okay, she's done it twice now) which is a near miracle. We went to the beach on Monday (it was gorgeous) and Phoebe practiced taking steps (her new favorite game) walking on the rocks and everything. At the end of the video, she sees a little girl about 6 walking with her parents and had to leave us to go say hi to her. I didn't

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-82349028226376172792010-02-13T09:48:00.001-08:002010-02-13T09:48:57.307-08:00

Anyone else remember this post? Oops.

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Monday night while we were watching 24, I said "Man they really got Jack to look German! I mean, he looks like every German guy I saw in Germany". Geoff said, "Yeah, I really like the round glasses." Me "Yeah me too! They look really cool!" Geoff "I'm just so sick of those rectangular ones everybody wears now. I mean, gah, enough already". Me (blank stare) Me (indicating glasses) Me "You

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Yesterday morning, Phoebe fought going down for her nap and when I went in to check on her, I realized she wasn't just trying to drive me crazy -- she was warm. Her temperature was 102.6. The thermometer gave me a "sad face". I gave her some Tylenol and it slowly started going down, but she didn't seem to notice that she was sick. She was crawling all over the place.  Getting into everything.

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For the past few years -- as long as we've known each other -- Geoff and I have tried (unsuccessfully) to invite people over to his/our house to watch the Superbowl. Both of us enjoy entertaining IMMENSELY.  I wish we had an enormous area to entertain so we could have people over all the time.  Unfortunately, we don't, but every now and then our friends brave the Grade or the weird parking

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-56078438834006211892010-02-03T14:59:00.000-08:002010-02-03T14:59:08.473-08:00

Sunday morning while we were getting ready for church, Phoebe was upstairs crawling around wreaking havoc on everything while Geoff brushed his teeth/hair and I had to go to the bathroom. Our bathroom is a "Jack and Jill" bathroom so that there's like 2 in one, separated by a sliding door.  One has a shower and sink/mirror and another has a larger sink/toilet/bathtub/shower, etc.  Geoff's

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I remember a bachelor friend telling me once how he always loved going to houses of his friends who have babies.  He said "Their houses are always SO clean!" I just swept and mopped my kitchen floor and what came off of it would have been enough to feed Phoebe 2 meals. And now I'm about to steam clean the carpet that has juice stains/dog pee smell (when it rains, she pours) on it and I just

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-85950397602740867982010-01-30T12:22:00.000-08:002010-01-30T12:23:18.282-08:00

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my camera? ... and my daughter? l.o.t.s.

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I forgot to include 2 anecdotes from our visit to the Ultrasound doctor the other day. They're both good enough to share. In no particular order... Phoebe wasn't all that impressed with watching the sibling who will soon be ruining her life (and her toys) on the screen, so both Geoff and I gave her our car keys to play with. It kept her quiet and entertained so we could enjoy the ultrasound

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I thought it would be cute to take a picture of my belly yesterday because I have pictures of my belly exactly 2 years ago yesterday -- January 29, 2008, when I was basically 20w and 2d pregnant with Phoebe (more or less). A lot has changed since then: ... and now ... What has stayed the same? I still hate how I look in pictures. Why must I always get Muppet face!? WHY!? Time will

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-73457810236110348952010-01-28T16:32:00.000-08:002010-01-28T16:32:34.818-08:00

Well we resisted the temptation to find out the baby's sex today (oh folks, don't worry, we get ANOTHER chance to resist temptation in February when we go BACK for an echo to make sure baby doesn't have my heart problem). But I can happily report we have a baby. A baby who moves so much s/he bumped the doctor's little ultrasound wand. I knew from Phoebe's first ultrasound that she looked like

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Yesterday Phoebe's physical therapist came over and told me that she would no longer be able to provide her services to Phoebe because -- and I quote -- "In my last report, I guess I was a little too honest about her low tone really not being that bad". She looked disappointed. I was elated. She said to me "I usually at least get to stick around to watch them learn to walk, so I'm sad I won't

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-83458285004998842892010-01-25T10:36:00.000-08:002010-01-25T10:36:34.775-08:00

No need to debate any longer: I have decided the WORST part about being pregnant: Leg cramps. I am very familiar with leg cramps because they are the ugly friend that always comes to the low carb diet party. The weight loss with low carbing is worth it and they're not TOO frequent. I used to take sublingual potassium pills to prevent them. As I recall, those worked. Or I'd just drink enough

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-87618775701817135632010-01-23T15:26:00.000-08:002010-01-23T15:26:12.143-08:00

I realize I'm posting 3 in a row now of "Why I Love" but I can't help it, this is just how things happen around here. Yesterday, Geoff came home from work early and brought us Burger King. I don't normally like Burger King, but I had half of a Whopper (not too bad) and a bite of a chicken nugget. The rest of the chicken nuggets, we gave to a very annoyed (because she didn't get anything)

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Due to her hyptonia, Phoebe has really horribly painful constipation. Watching her poop is basically the worst thing ever because sometimes it involves her crying in pain for 30 minutes, looking at us and going "WHY MOM? WHY!?" It'd been a few days since she pooped so I figured a really painful one was on deck (heh heh the "poop deck" if you will) and this morning when I saw her pause on all

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-64465788971964052352010-01-17T14:02:00.000-08:002010-01-17T14:02:46.539-08:00

I try really hard not to vent little wifely frustrations on here, but this one was such a typical "husband" moment that I feel FORCED to share. A week ago, we had people over to watch football and eat food and let their babies test out the childproofedness of our house. It was a victory for all. During this visit, our computer-minded friend told Geoff he would fix the laptop I waterboarded

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Yesterday, Annie and I went to Subway to get some sandwiches for our planned picnic at the Lake. And the same thing happened there that happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go to Subway. That is to say the employee helping me didn't listen and I tried not to get annoyed. Subway Employee: Can I help you? Me: Yes, I'd like a foot-long on the honey wheat Subway Employee: What kind of meat? Me: Hmm ...

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According to Steph over at Adventures in Babywearing, this week is "official" (not sure who makes it that) delurking day. So if you're a longtime (or sometime) lurker ... introduce yourself! Say hi :D

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A lot of people ask me what it is the Early Start people are doing for us to help Phoebe learn to walk and talk and what-not. And because I enjoy making lists, I thought it'd be fun (and possibly overwhelming) to make a list of all the things we're (Geoff and I) supposed to be doing during all the hours The Ladies are NOT at our house. I say it's overwhelming because playing with Phoebe has now

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Taking a cue from Moments with Love, I'm gonna blog my day today. I can't resist. It's not even noon and already today has been unusual. 8:06 a.m. Woke up in a panic from nightmare that Phoebe was kidnapped and molested (thank you very much, pregnancy hormones and watching the movie "Taken" last week) Heard Phoebe playing with her musical turtle in her crib. She was waking up. I got up and

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-64521961123772669662010-01-04T16:45:00.000-08:002010-01-04T16:45:21.646-08:00

I have loved fake watermelon flavor since FOREVER. My first love was probably the watermelon flavored Jolly Ranchers. Next to peach, the best flavor of jolly rancher EVER! So, today at Vons, I picked up a pack of this gum: I just popped in a piece and, seriously, IT'S THE BEST GUM OF MY LIFE! The gimmick is that there's these "micro bursts" that are supposed to offer a hydrating sensation

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-79998289680553909912010-01-03T10:54:00.000-08:002010-01-03T10:54:20.241-08:00

I just learned today that Amazon has partnered with Blogger to help monetize blogs based on a blogger's review of something available for purchase on Amazon. As I do 90% of my online shopping from Amazon (love it SO MUCH) I thought I'd give it a try. So ... first off, let me recommend the following THAT I LOVE SO MUCH: When Geoff and I started dating, I had a bottle of Hempz lotion in my

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... how we spent the day before coming home to pois pigeon (hoppin' john), cornbread and brownies.Little Phoebe Blue EyesWe had our first date and then got married within view of Morro Rock. It felt good to see it again this morning. I hate this picture of myself, but hello - check that stroller in the sand, people. IT WENT DOWN THOSE STAIRS, TOO!She took a few steps on the rocks. She doesn't

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I feel like I should be trying to sum up 2009 for our family in this last blog post of the year. A sort of Christmas letter or something.I have been wanting to write Phoebe another letter (I've long given up on monthly letters, but I still have lots to say).But it's been a sparse blogging season ever since the demolition via water of our laptop. Something about sitting among the mess of our

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-40478511467877533422009-12-30T10:53:00.000-08:002009-12-30T10:58:53.469-08:00

I just wanted to let you know I've removed the Paypal button that used to take up residence under the year-old picture of me over there, because two days ago I was able to buy the Stroller Of My Dreams at Costco. In green.For $200 less than it costs online.I. Am. In. Heaven.I will be posting pictures soon.And, look, I know it's gauche to brag about having an expensive stroller. I get it.I made

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-69041571315843787122009-12-27T12:03:00.000-08:002009-12-27T12:16:49.959-08:00

*who has a cold

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Well, Phoebe is eligible for the program. Some of her skill sets are at 3 month range. Some up to 15 month range.So she qualified.Geoff was able to leave work early to be here when Sherri came over and, man, can I just say AGAIN that I'd love for her to move in with us?On Tuesday Sherri and Heather are coming by again to set up a game plan. Basically what happens at this point is we make up a

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16337509020110008690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422624473433085166.post-39615770568811457352009-12-17T10:52:00.001-08:002009-12-17T10:54:03.288-08:00

Today is the day the local agency will have a meeting to determine if Phoebe is eligible to receive services.I got a phone call from one of the women who were at my house last Tuesday and she is coming by later to discuss her report, which will be discussed at the meeting today.She told me she is certain Phoebe will be eligible, based on her report.She is going to answer questions, explain the

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Last night was my work's Christmas party. You guys might know that I work in a restaurant. A really really really good restaurant. A restaurant that's closed on Tuesday and Wednesday, hence we had the party in the middle of the week.And the Christmas party was a pot luck.So you can imagine how delicious the food was.Duck mole enchiladasScallop CevicheTamales (pork and green chile and cheese --

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Me and Michele, first day of High School, 1992Every summer from 4th grade until 9th grade, Michele and I would practically live at each other's houses.She moved to Bakersfield from South Dakota and -- due to proximity -- we became fast friends.She lived across the street and over one from our house and -- I swear -- by the end of the summer, our feet were tough from running barefoot across hot

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Earlier this week, I emailed Geoff my Christmas Wish List (per his request). The list included big items (a Global veggie knife, a Keurig coffeemaker) and some small items (new can opener, wooden spoons ... omg people have I told you about my wooden spoon fetish!? I LOVE THEM). I included many small items because I thought "Hey -- I'll give Geoff some options to pick out whatever he would like

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For a long time now I have been sitting by and watching Phoebe take her sweet time to hit important milestones.She's not walking yet. She's not talking yet. She barely babbles. She didn't learn to sit up or crawl for a long time. Her first babble -- babble -- happened at 15 months. She seems happy. Alert. Intelligent. Unfazed by her inability to move the same as her peers.Because she's

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Some of you might know that I worked for a bankruptcy attorney for about 10 years of my life, starting in high school and ending well after college.It was -- I swear -- the best job of my life.Anyway, a person learns a LOT working for a bankruptcy attorney, like for example how much money people make at different jobs, how much car payments are, how BAD people are with money, etc.When a person

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Geoff and I have been talking forever about wanting a Wii.Actually, *I* have been doing the talking (my best sales pitches, people) and he has been doing all the saying No, we don't need one.So you can imagine my excitement when I received an email from him with the subject: "Wiiii".He sent a link to a news story about Wal-Mart selling Wiis for $150 (well, they're $199 and you get a $50 gift card

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Last night while watching a movie:Geoff: Don't you want to eat any ice cream?Me: Yes, of course I do, but I'm trying REALLY HARD not to gain weight like I did with Phoebe (for those of you keeping score, I gained ABOUT 50 lbs with Phoebe ... for those of you who are keeping an honest score, when I say "about", I mean "10 plus")Geoff: Whatever(5 minutes later)Me: Hmm, I really want popcorn(3

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Wanting to vomit (or at least just dry heaving) all day long does NOT make for very good blogging. And by "very good", I of course mean "any". For the past month (or more) there was absolutely no way in the world I was going to be able to sit up in front of a computer and be creative for any period of time. And if you think my lack of blogging has been bad, you should see how dirty my house is.

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