Thursday, August 30, 2007
Is it magic?
How cool is this? All three kids are awake, and I have time to blog! The rest of the family is in our bedroom, hanging out. Claire is contentedly hanging out in Tony's arms and the boys are watching TV. Awesome! Usually, I'd be showering, or cleaning up, or doing laundry during a passage of time when I'm not needed by a scallywag, but I'm feeling much too lazy for any of that right now. So much to do, though - the house is a wreck. A WRECK. Laundry is flowing out the windows (ok, exaggeration). I need a shower. I need to brush my teeth. I need to make labels for pictures. I need to upload the CD from our photo sitting. And general pictures from my camera. Update the checkbook. Pay bills. Crap! Anyway....
The other night, I went to Target and to return things at a couple of other places. On the way home, I was behind this old Volvo (which had the worst fumes, by the way). It had an 8 ball on its antenna. Why? What is this about? Is the driver a pool enthusiast? A cocaine user? Or MAYBE....the 8 ball is a magic 8 ball and is used as an alternative GPS tracking device, like OnStar. The driver might ask, "Should I turn at this light to get to the bank?" And the magic 8 ball says, "Ask again later." Or, "Outlook good." It would suck if you needed directions to the hospital and were told, "Better not tell you now," or "Reply hazy, try again." I just hope that driver isn't paying much for that service! Yeah, so...
I mentioned a photo sitting above. We got our family photo done, and Claire's 3-month shots. It's the first time we've taken her for professional pictures. She wouldn't smile - although, if they'd been running on time and taken us at our appointment time, she would have been much more happily alert. Still, we got some cute shots! The family photo turned out nice, despite the fact that my icky self is in it. In some of the shots, you can totally see my belly flab rolls, and it's alarming! Disgusting! I knew I was fat, but I didn't know I looked quite that bad. So, motivation to put less junk in my mouth, for certain. And motivation to get up and move. So, the heat is on. May the weight loss games begin.
Well, the natives are getting restless down the hall, and it's almost time for Tony to take Cameron to soccer practice. Maybe sometime this year, I'll get the pictures uploaded and post them. Then you can really see my flab, and not just imagine it. Lucky you!
The other night, I went to Target and to return things at a couple of other places. On the way home, I was behind this old Volvo (which had the worst fumes, by the way). It had an 8 ball on its antenna. Why? What is this about? Is the driver a pool enthusiast? A cocaine user? Or MAYBE....the 8 ball is a magic 8 ball and is used as an alternative GPS tracking device, like OnStar. The driver might ask, "Should I turn at this light to get to the bank?" And the magic 8 ball says, "Ask again later." Or, "Outlook good." It would suck if you needed directions to the hospital and were told, "Better not tell you now," or "Reply hazy, try again." I just hope that driver isn't paying much for that service! Yeah, so...
I mentioned a photo sitting above. We got our family photo done, and Claire's 3-month shots. It's the first time we've taken her for professional pictures. She wouldn't smile - although, if they'd been running on time and taken us at our appointment time, she would have been much more happily alert. Still, we got some cute shots! The family photo turned out nice, despite the fact that my icky self is in it. In some of the shots, you can totally see my belly flab rolls, and it's alarming! Disgusting! I knew I was fat, but I didn't know I looked quite that bad. So, motivation to put less junk in my mouth, for certain. And motivation to get up and move. So, the heat is on. May the weight loss games begin.
Well, the natives are getting restless down the hall, and it's almost time for Tony to take Cameron to soccer practice. Maybe sometime this year, I'll get the pictures uploaded and post them. Then you can really see my flab, and not just imagine it. Lucky you!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I want a theme song...
OK, so, Channel 5 news is (in my opinion) the worst newscast in Cincinnati. They, like, sensationalize stories and even weather forecasts. You know, "Coming up at eleven - are we doomed for certain death as the snowstorm of the year blows in?" (and then we get flurries)
So, why does the Channel 5 weather guy get this cool theme song? Seriously, I think it's snappy. And it stays in my head.
Derek Said It Would
So, why does the Channel 5 weather guy get this cool theme song? Seriously, I think it's snappy. And it stays in my head.
Derek Said It Would
Monday, August 20, 2007
More from Cameron
"Mom, mind if I check on the pots and pans?" Cam opens the cabinet doors. "Yep, look good to me."
Randomly, as he walks through the house, "I've got the rad moves. The rad, rad, rad, rad moves!"
"Dad, I want a piggy bank ride!"
"Cowabunga!" After a few seconds of thought, Cam contemplates, "It's kind of like Califorehead." You know, that state out West...
While playing trains..."'Cinders and ashes!' cried Mavis. Sir Toppemhat sent Henry and Gordon to help."
Randomly, as he walks through the house, "I've got the rad moves. The rad, rad, rad, rad moves!"
"Dad, I want a piggy bank ride!"
"Cowabunga!" After a few seconds of thought, Cam contemplates, "It's kind of like Califorehead." You know, that state out West...
While playing trains..."'Cinders and ashes!' cried Mavis. Sir Toppemhat sent Henry and Gordon to help."
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Pop pop! Quiz quiz!
I love this commercial. And now the cheer is in my head. Luke keeps asking me to "do it again!"
Staples Commercial
Staples Commercial
Monday, August 6, 2007
Have you seen this commercial?
I mean, OMG!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Little Summaries
Hank
Our dog, Hanker, passed away a couple of weeks ago. He got very sick, wouldn't move, wouldn't eat. After many vet visits and medications, they did x-rays and found an intestinal blockage (as well as an enlarged heart and advanced arthritis...he's had arthritis for a while, but we didn't know how bad it was). The blockage could have been a tumor or "volvulus" - which is a condition where the intestines become twisted. German Shepherds are predisposed, and H-er is part Shepherd. Intestinal cancer and other intestinal diseases can cause volvulus, and it has a poor prognosis. We could have had exploratory surgery done to see exactly what was shown on the x-ray, but our vet didn't think Hank would survive the surgery. So we decided to have him put down.
We are adjusting to being a one-dog home now. It's really weird without H-er here (albeit very quiet!). Walter is doing surprisingly well...maybe a tad bit more clingy, but I don't thing he could get *much* clingier than he already was. The kids are bouncing back, although Luke went to the back door the other day and called for Hank. Cam talks about what happened occasionally. He has asked for another dog, but we're not sure where we stand on that. Tony doesn't think we are "dog people" anymore, and I kind of agree. But I feel badly for the kids and for Walter.
Kids
Cam amazes me each day. He says the funniest things! You'd think he were 35 instead of 4 when you have a conversation with him. But you can definitely tell he's 4 (either that, or 13!) by his behavior sometimes. He can be very touchy about things and is back into having screaming fits over (usually) nothing at all. Like if he's playing trains and his track comes apart. Or if you suggest that he share a book with Luke. Argh, frustrating. He's so big. I swear, each morning when he comes down stairs, I think he's grown two inches. I just can't believe he's 4 already. I mean, come on! He was just born!
Lukey is just so passionate. Very emotional - super happy or super angry. He's got a temper on him and isn't afraid to show when he doesn't like what's going on. He screams like you wouldn't believe, and of course there's no reasoning with him at this age. He spends a lot of time getting sent to his room to cool down. He's amazingly smart and very compassionate, though. He's talking tons lately, and I'm just floored that he uses sentences.
Claire is dong great. Not much to report on her...she loves to be held and is into staring at me majorly! She's started cooing and "talking" to us. She smiled at almost everyone but me for a couple of weeks, but has started turning on the charm for me, too, recently. :) Her sleeping patterns are still not set. Most nights are really nice...either 8 hours straight or 5 hours before waking. She throws in about one night a week where she's up 2 or 3 times, though. She's starting to show a little bit of a daytime napping routine the past few days. She'll take a good nap in the morning (like 2 hours) and another in the afternoon (1-2 hours), with little snoozes in between in the swing or in my arms. She's eating well, but she's all business on the breast. She eats and then is right off. However, she loves to suck. On my little finger. I wish that kiddo would find her own finger/thumb or take a pacifier! I can't remember what I've previously blogged about, but she has a mild case of reflux and unleashes an exorcist vomit once or twice a week. Last night was one of those performances. Pretty much, at least one of our couch cushions is missing while the cover is washed and dried out. Claire Bear has her two-month check up next Tuesday, so I'll have more to report on then.
Me
I'm doing ok. I'm really frustrated with the boys' behavior. The screaming really gets to me. We're the kind of family that the Supernanny would be rolling her eyes at. Bedtime is a disaster at our house. Luke screams every night during the pajama/clean-up process. He gets up (usually) several times after he's put to bed, and each of those times (usually) brings more screaming. Cam gives us major fits some nights, usually when he's overtired. I just wish the screaming would stop. I get tired of sending (or carrying) the boys to their room over and over. Why do they have to be so angry all of the time? Being upset can't be fun for them. It sucks for Tony and me, that's certain. I'm just so exhausted over it all.
I'm sooooooooooo fat. I need to stop eating like I'm still pregnant. And start walking every night. Excuses, excuses, but when can I walk? Claire does her eat-suck-doze-eat-suck-doze routine from 8 - 10:30 every night. And how can I give up Lucky Charms for Special K, Dr. Pepper for water, pasta for salad, chocolate for celery? All I know is I'm totally sick of wearing maternity clothes still. Come on, I'm 2 months postpartum!
Time To Go
So, I'd write more, but a 4-year-old is begging me to play trains with him (ooh, fun!) and I'd better get it in before Child 2 and Child 3 awake.
Adios.
Our dog, Hanker, passed away a couple of weeks ago. He got very sick, wouldn't move, wouldn't eat. After many vet visits and medications, they did x-rays and found an intestinal blockage (as well as an enlarged heart and advanced arthritis...he's had arthritis for a while, but we didn't know how bad it was). The blockage could have been a tumor or "volvulus" - which is a condition where the intestines become twisted. German Shepherds are predisposed, and H-er is part Shepherd. Intestinal cancer and other intestinal diseases can cause volvulus, and it has a poor prognosis. We could have had exploratory surgery done to see exactly what was shown on the x-ray, but our vet didn't think Hank would survive the surgery. So we decided to have him put down.
We are adjusting to being a one-dog home now. It's really weird without H-er here (albeit very quiet!). Walter is doing surprisingly well...maybe a tad bit more clingy, but I don't thing he could get *much* clingier than he already was. The kids are bouncing back, although Luke went to the back door the other day and called for Hank. Cam talks about what happened occasionally. He has asked for another dog, but we're not sure where we stand on that. Tony doesn't think we are "dog people" anymore, and I kind of agree. But I feel badly for the kids and for Walter.
Kids
Cam amazes me each day. He says the funniest things! You'd think he were 35 instead of 4 when you have a conversation with him. But you can definitely tell he's 4 (either that, or 13!) by his behavior sometimes. He can be very touchy about things and is back into having screaming fits over (usually) nothing at all. Like if he's playing trains and his track comes apart. Or if you suggest that he share a book with Luke. Argh, frustrating. He's so big. I swear, each morning when he comes down stairs, I think he's grown two inches. I just can't believe he's 4 already. I mean, come on! He was just born!
Lukey is just so passionate. Very emotional - super happy or super angry. He's got a temper on him and isn't afraid to show when he doesn't like what's going on. He screams like you wouldn't believe, and of course there's no reasoning with him at this age. He spends a lot of time getting sent to his room to cool down. He's amazingly smart and very compassionate, though. He's talking tons lately, and I'm just floored that he uses sentences.
Claire is dong great. Not much to report on her...she loves to be held and is into staring at me majorly! She's started cooing and "talking" to us. She smiled at almost everyone but me for a couple of weeks, but has started turning on the charm for me, too, recently. :) Her sleeping patterns are still not set. Most nights are really nice...either 8 hours straight or 5 hours before waking. She throws in about one night a week where she's up 2 or 3 times, though. She's starting to show a little bit of a daytime napping routine the past few days. She'll take a good nap in the morning (like 2 hours) and another in the afternoon (1-2 hours), with little snoozes in between in the swing or in my arms. She's eating well, but she's all business on the breast. She eats and then is right off. However, she loves to suck. On my little finger. I wish that kiddo would find her own finger/thumb or take a pacifier! I can't remember what I've previously blogged about, but she has a mild case of reflux and unleashes an exorcist vomit once or twice a week. Last night was one of those performances. Pretty much, at least one of our couch cushions is missing while the cover is washed and dried out. Claire Bear has her two-month check up next Tuesday, so I'll have more to report on then.
Me
I'm doing ok. I'm really frustrated with the boys' behavior. The screaming really gets to me. We're the kind of family that the Supernanny would be rolling her eyes at. Bedtime is a disaster at our house. Luke screams every night during the pajama/clean-up process. He gets up (usually) several times after he's put to bed, and each of those times (usually) brings more screaming. Cam gives us major fits some nights, usually when he's overtired. I just wish the screaming would stop. I get tired of sending (or carrying) the boys to their room over and over. Why do they have to be so angry all of the time? Being upset can't be fun for them. It sucks for Tony and me, that's certain. I'm just so exhausted over it all.
I'm sooooooooooo fat. I need to stop eating like I'm still pregnant. And start walking every night. Excuses, excuses, but when can I walk? Claire does her eat-suck-doze-eat-suck-doze routine from 8 - 10:30 every night. And how can I give up Lucky Charms for Special K, Dr. Pepper for water, pasta for salad, chocolate for celery? All I know is I'm totally sick of wearing maternity clothes still. Come on, I'm 2 months postpartum!
Time To Go
So, I'd write more, but a 4-year-old is begging me to play trains with him (ooh, fun!) and I'd better get it in before Child 2 and Child 3 awake.
Adios.
Did you get to brush your teeth yet? :D
Just one more thing-- where are those pictures at?