Archive for the ‘Such is Life’ Category

Let me tell you where to PUT THAT JUNE BUG

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 1:55 pm

“I’m tempted to wear a sleeveless shirt today because it’s been so HOT in our office recently. But I know as soon as I do, they’ll fix the heat and I’ll freeze to death.”

“Kind of like a june bug when it falls in the pool?”

“I’M GOING TO HURT YOU.”

Your mom’s a june bug.

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 1:52 pm

“This mobile of Kaelin’s is the coolest baby toy ever.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of like a june bug.”

“SHUT UP.”

I got your june bug.  I got your june bug RIGHT HERE.

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 1:38 pm

When I was younger, in my everpresent desire to express goodwill to the animal kingdom, I would often tour the pool’s skimmer baskets to rescue frogs and other happless little creatures that found themselves entrapped.

One of my charity cases was June Bugs. By the time I found them in the skimmer, they were usually dead, but if I happened to see one fly into the pool, I would scoop it up and set it on the side. Much to my frustration, the rescued creatures would often immediately take another nose dive into the pool toward as though they had a death wish…and zero appreciation for my attempts of salvation.

Not the smartest members of creation.

In another effort to rescue a hapless creature yesterday, I put our cat on the opposite side of the pet gate as the dog, in an effort to salvage the fur he has left after an intense wrestling match. J witnessed the situation.

“He must enjoy getting mauled by the dog. I did the same thing last night and he just jumped right back over.”

“I know, it’s an endless cycle. It’s like a june bug that dives right back into the pool.”

“Yeah…he’s like a…june…bug.”

“SHUT UP.”

Sigh.

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 5:30 am

The Nanny quit today.  This is a bad day.  And the rotten headache I’ve had since last night doesn’t help either.

Got Milk?

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 12:54 pm

I know breastfeeding is supposed to make my kid smarter, but I swear it’s making me dumber.  Or perhaps the fact that I never get more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep is finally catching up to me. 

I just looked at my calendar, which has next monday marked as MLK (Martin Luther King) Day and I totally thought it said MILK DAY.

Good, Bad & Ugly

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 4:05 pm

Good:  Baby.

Bad: Baby spit-up.

Ugly:  Baby spit-up in mom’s hair.

If only she would stay this easy to please…

One day Kaelin will be a teenager and she’ll start listening to all the funky new radio stations playing the wacky music that her father and I simply cannot understand the coolness of. And she’ll probably call in on occasion with her friends to see if they can win the “caller number xx” contests for a free trip to Cancun or a new Louis Vuitton purse. And one day she might actually get through on the line and be put on hold so the DJ can talk to her on the air. And they may even tell her that she’s won the new sports car of her dreams, in electric red.

And I think her elation at that moment will still not equal the ecstatic joy that emanates from her when we turn the wheel on the mobile that makes the little animals go around again.

If only she would stay this easy to please…

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 12:03 pm

One day Little Button will be a teenager and she’ll start listening to all the funky new radio stations playing the wacky music that her father and I simply cannot understand the coolness of. And she’ll probably call in on occasion with her friends to see if they can win the “caller number xx” contests for a free trip to Cancun or a new Louis Vuitton purse. And one day she might actually get through on the line and be put on hold so the DJ can talk to her on the air. And they may even tell her that she’s won the new sports car of her dreams, in electric red.

And I think her elation at that moment will still not equal the ecstatic joy that emanates from her when we turn the wheel on the mobile that makes the little animals go around again.

The Hard Way

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 10:23 am

Lesson #41.

Today I had chicken fried rice for lunch.  I like ordering chicken fried rice because they always give you enough for two meals and it keeps pretty well for a few days.

Today I ate the entire dish of chicken fried rice.

Bad idea.  Bad bad idea.

7 Weeks Old

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 8:05 pm

Seven weeks old already and quickly growing out of some of her “Newborn” clothes. We are already having to put her in Size 1 diapers, as the “Newborn” diapers just don’t fit around her chubby little legs anymore.

She’s starting to smile at us, particularly in the morning, which is “play time” before the morning nap. We have also enjoyed several rounds of “imitating” as she discovers her voice. It pleases her when she can “coo” at us, and just about melts our hearts.

She is quite fascinated by mobiles and loves watching the little animals go around and around. Her favorite game is dancing around with mom or dad to whatever music is on the radio. She tolerates diaper changes as long as they don’t take too long, but still doesn’t care for getting dressed.

We’re a bit concerned about her (almost) inability to sleep well on her back. It doesn’t seem to matter how deeply she’s asleep – if we put her down on her back she wakes up disgruntled in 15 minutes, grunting, gasping and fussing.  She sleeps wonderfully on her tummy, but we hesitate to let her sleep peacefully, lest the Back-to-Sleep SIDS Nazguls come sweeping down and whisk her away to child welfare or something. She loves to fall asleep on my chest, either while laying down or walking around. They should make mom-shaped baby beds.

Who let the dog out (woof woof woof…)

Filed under: Parenting,Pets,Such is Life — Amy @ 10:34 am

In the past several days, Hastings has escaped twice for a run around the neighborhood. Shiba Inus are natural runaways, and since we lost our previous dog to a speeding car during a similar escapade, we tend to be a bit paranoid about “letting the dog out.” But things happen and after two years of confinement, Hastings darted out after the sweet aroma of freedom and I felt my heart leap into my throat as I ran after him with flashbacks of my bleeding puppy laying limp in the road.

We managed to catch him both times – a miracle in and of itself, as a shiba on the loose is faster than a cheetah with its tale on fire – so this story does have a happy ending. The other miracle is that he allowed himself to be trapped in the same space twice, a mistake he usually doesn’t make the first time.

Through the ordeal, it became glaringly apparent what a role upheaval our household has gone through since Kaelin’s birth. During the first year we had him, Hastings escaped and I came very close to a nervous breakdown, even after we caught him. J came home to a very exhausted and teary wife who was quite ready to give the dog up because I couldn’t endure the stress of it.

But this week we both found ourselves able to take the incident more or less in stride – a good thing, because if he had escaped twice in 4 days a year ago, it would probably have sent me over the edge. This four-legged rocket that used to be our child has now, to his confusion, been reduced to the role of the family pet. Now that we actually have a child, our lives and well-being are not so entertwined with the dog’s and, though it would be a tragedy, we would be able to function if something happened to him.

Now let’s just hope Kaelin doesn’t run away any time soon.

Who let the dog out (woof woof woof…)

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 5:34 am

In the past several days, Hastings has escaped twice for a run around the neighborhood. Shiba Inus are natural runaways, and since we lost our previous dog to a speeding car during a similar escapade, we tend to be a bit paranoid about “letting the dog out.” But things happen and after two years of confinement, Hastings darted out after the sweet aroma of freedom and I felt my heart leap into my throat as I ran after him with flashbacks of my bleeding puppy laying limp in the road.

We managed to catch him both times – a miracle in and of itself, as a shiba on the loose is faster than a cheetah with its tale on fire – so this story does have a happy ending. The other miracle is that he allowed himself to be trapped in the same space twice, a mistake he usually doesn’t make the first time.

Through the ordeal, it became glaringly apparent what a role upheaval our household has gone through since Button’s birth. During the first year we had him, Hastings escaped and I came very close to a nervous breakdown, even after we caught him. J came home to a very exhausted and teary wife who was quite ready to give the dog up because I couldn’t endure the stress of it.

But this week we both found ourselves able to take the incident more or less in stride – a good thing, because if he had escaped twice in 4 days a year ago, it would probably have sent me over the edge. This four-legged rocket that used to be our child has now, to his confusion, been reduced to the role of the family pet. Now that we actually have a child, our lives and well-being are not so entertwined with the dog’s and, though it would be a tragedy, we would be able to function if something happened to him.

Now let’s just hope Button doesn’t run away any time soon.

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