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Sympathy

I find that my capacity for sympathy is inversely proportionate to the amount of energy my son drains from me throughout the day.

Today was a beating.

He’s teething and he’s got to be one of the worst teethers I’ve ever met.  He cried ALL. DAY.  He wanted to be held the entire day so that he could wail without ceasing DIRECTLY INTO MY EAR CANAL.  Nothing I did pacified him for more than 5 minutes.  He’s hungry, but apparently it hurts to eat because every time I give him something he refuses it and starts crying again.  I’ve given up on Baby Orajel because he’s not a fan of having his mouth numbed and it just makes him cry more.  I am officially WORN DOWN.

Consequently, I’m taking him to Mother’s Day Out tomorrow and letting his teachers deal with him until they call me to come pick him up because I NEED A BREAK, even if it’s only for an hour.

Jens appears to have developed an infection in his broken hand.  This was not a good evening for him to be running around filling prescriptions for antibiotics when the single thing that got me through the day was knowing that he could take Koren off my hands when he got off work.  So while I had enough self restraint and sense not to bitch about it, the level of fussing and pampering he received from me over his pain and injury was pretty low.

Koren has already woken up several times.  I can tell it’s going to be a tough night.  For him.  I’m turning off the baby monitor tonight.

Hey, Guess What?

  • I hurt myself from yawning too big.   I think I overstretched the tendon that connects my jaws or something.   I know.   I’m now in competition with Sammy Sosa for lamest injuries.   I wonder if Workers Comp covers that kind of thing.   It was the boredom brought on by my job that forced me to yawn, after all.
  • I dreamed that I had an affair.   With J.   No idea who I was actually married to in the dream.   But Jens’ conscience got the best of him at the last second and he backed out on me.   So I woke up guilty, bummed, grumpy, and horny.   I hate dreams.
  • After 4 years, my dog has just discovered that he has a penis.   He has been licking it for 48 hours straight.   It’s driving us crazy, especially since he sleeps in our room and he’s decided that licking himself is more fun than sleeping.
  • Don’t buy hair dye that costs less than $10.   Especially if you use white towels and don’t want to see it bleeding onto your towel 4 days after you’ve colored your hair.   Just saying.
  • Also, don’t believe the stuff on the box of cheap hair dye that says it comes with highlights and lowlights and multi-faceted color that doesn’t damage your hair.   Bollocks.
  • Tomorrow we close on the house we’re selling.
  • Tomorrow we’re supposed to close on the house we’re buying.
  • Yesterday we found out that the house didn’t appraise for near what we had agreed to pay for it, so now our financing is messed up.
  • The appraiser totally discounted the sunroom, which would have made up the difference in the appraisal price.   He refused to count it as part of the square footage of the house (as a previous appraiser had done) because it didn’t have duct work or something.   But since nobody else in the neighborhood has a sunroom, he couldn’t find “comps” so he just didn’t give it any value at all.
  • Because, you know, if nobody else has one then it must have been free to install.
  • Apparently if you can’t find one just like it then it’s easier just to pretend it doesn’t exist at all than to do some more research and assign a value based on an educated guess.
  • Lazy ass.
  • So we’ve asked the relocation company to lower the price on the house because it doesn’t make much sense to pay more than a house is actually worth.
  • But it’s a relocation company and it will probably take them a week to get back to us because when you have 150 middlemen, things don’t move too quickly.
  • And we don’t know what they’re going to say.
  • So we don’t know if or when we’ll be closing.
  • Annoying, since we’re supposed to move out of our house in 2 days.
  • Regardless, we have to disassemble and pack up our computer tonight or tomorrow, so I’ll probably be offline for a few days.
  • Bummer dude.

Random Tidbits

Y’all, I signed up to be a BeautiControl consultant. Say what???

Was I suffering from a bout of insanity? Probably. It was kind of an investment. I didn’t do it as a moneymaking opportunity (as someone who works in the corporate office of a network marketing company, I get enough of that on a daily basis). I don’t want to be that friend/relative.

I signed up just so I could get the discount. And since I’m not planning to make money with it, I don’t have a problem passing my discount on to anyone around me so my friends and family are actually excited that I’ve signed up. It probably helps that they don’t have to be afraid that I’m going to ask them to host parties every week.

***

I had an appointment this morning for a slimming body wrap. I’ve always wanted one of those and have never been able to afford one – but a gift certificate to a local spa actually made the body wrap an option.

So I showed up this morning for my appointment and was told the body wrap lady wasn’t in today and since my appointment was at the same time they opened for the day, they weren’t able to call me beforehand to let me know.

I don’t know why, but that really irritated me. I don’t have any idea what thought they should have done about it. It was just frustrating to show up and then have to turn around and go back home.

***

After the cops left last night (/early this morning) INWOCA finally managed to control his malfunctioning alarm. We were all too pleased to witness this final golden silence, but after listening to repetitions of 6 different alarm tones approximately 40 times over almost an hour, we were pretty much awake.

Fortunately, I was able to go back to sleep relatively soon, only to be awoken again by a screaming Kaelin at 3am at which point I made my recent habit of migrating into her room for the remainder of the night. I noticed at that point that J had still not returned to bed after being wakened by Idiot Neighbor. An improvement, really, since until last night she had been waking up at 2am. But still.

I don’t handle sleep deprivation too well. One thing J has learned about me over the last 5+ years is UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS IT APPROPRIATE TO DISTURB MY SLEEP. A sleepless night leaves me grumpy, angry, depressed, grumpy, mean and grumpy for the entire next day. Fortunately for everyone around me, Kaelin decided to lounge in bed with me from 7-9am this morning and we were both able to get some sleep. By “both” I mean me and Kaelin – J was never able to catch up on his sleep due to an extremely busy workload today. I don’t know how he does that.

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Kaelin’s vocabulary is increasing every day. I asked her to say Grandmommy the other day and she said it. Once. Then it became “Gummy.” And then it became “Dummy.” We stopped there.

Current words now include (variations of) Mama, Daddo (her word for J), Jon, Iris, Papa, Grandpa, cheetah, puppy, kitty, diaper, butt, bee-bo (belly button), all done, baby, ball, bee, bupp (passifier – don’t ask), butterfly (sort of), hot, moo, duck, up, hi, bye-bye, please, eye, kiss, touch, button, banana, brush, blue, two and uh-oh.

There are probably more, but they’re not coming to mind right now. It’s harder than it looks to actually sit down and list out all the words your child says on a daily basis.

For the Love of God, Make it Stop

I’ve read about it happening to other families. I’ve heard the horror stories, the agony.

My heart went out to those who suffered and yet… there was always that part of me that thought it would never happen to me. Not to my family. This kind of tragedy was just too removed to ever affect me personally. I suppose that feeling of invincibility is natural.

It comes on suddenly and without warning, tearing into the unity and routine of peaceful family life. In an instant, the relationship within the core family unit is disrupted as the one you care so much about transforms into someone you hardly know. Weeks, months go by without relief, without respite.

The constant pain to your loved one is torturous to you both and seems especially to rear its ugly head at night. In the most heart wrenching of ironies, your loved one stubbornly refuses the very medicinal treatments that could alleviate the pain (even if only for a short time) as though you were trying to offer pure arsenic. As sleep evades you night after night, the frustration rips at the very fibers of your being and you find yourself mourning for the way things were.

The life you previously knew and had under control has been ripped from beneath your feet like a slippery rug. What once was is no more and you are now sprawled on the floor, desperately trying to grasp to any small fibers that may remain of the life you once took for granted. But it is no use. What is done is done and there is no hope but to wait out the storm that seems to ravage your dwelling for eternity.

The monster has a name, which will evermore send shivers down my spine: Molars.

Kaelin has two that have broken through, and several more on the way. My predictable, cooperative child has completely forsaken her amiability when it comes to sleeping. She is unable to sleep unless I am in the room. And I don’t mean go to sleep (though that is the case as well). She is unable to stay asleep. Even if she’s snoring, she wakes up the second my presence is no longer in the room, and starts screaming hysterically. This vicious cycle starts at about 11:30pm and continues until morning.

As you can imagine, our household hasn’t exactly been overdosed with sleep as of late so, um, I make no guarantees about the coherence of this and/or future posts.

Just sayin’.

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Filed under: Parenting,Sleep Deprivation,Such is Life — Amy @ 9:52 pm

Today was a somewhat difficult day in the SMIT household. Kaelin has come down with a cold (right on schedule, 3 days after spending time in the church nursery), so neither of us got as much sleep last night as we should have.

Said cold has come complete with runny nose, which she insists on smearing all over my clothing at every possible opportunity – especially during the half-second while I’m reaching for the tissue. My clothes are now decorated with various lengths of dried snot snakes. Pretty, isn’t it.

She follows me around the house every waking moment and YELLS. Not cries. YELLS. I pick her up, she yells. I put her down, she yells more. Don’t call me during the day because I WILL HAVE TO SHOUT MY ENTIRE CONVERSATION TO YOU OR MY VOICE WILL BE LOST IN THE BACKGROUND YELLING AND I STILL! CAN’T! HEAR! A WORD! YOU’RE! SAYING!!

If any of you have a child with a tendency to yell when she’s feeling down, and have therefore been through the several-consecutive-hours- of-background-yelling experience, please leave me a comment just so I know you survived with your mental capacities in tact.

Fortunately, she napped a lot today (3 times, as opposed to the usual 1 nap per day). She wasn’t really sleeping the whole time, as I discovered when I went in to put a blanket on her and she immediately popped up and wanted out of the crib. But she was willing to rest when I put her down and shut the door. This provided me with 3 much-needed breaks in the day, which I was exceedingly grateful for.

Also, she is attempting to wean herself off the bottle and has completely lost interest in baby food. You know, the mushy stuff that comes in jars and is immediately accessible upon demand, requiring no preparation or thought process in order to appease a hungry infant? Yeah, that’s the stuff she refuses to let touch her lips anymore.

This metamorphosis has completely caught me off guard, so mealtimes are a bit of a challenge. I’m suffering from a total lack of creativity on toddler-appropriate finger foods. So far, each meal consists of various combinations of the following:

  • Cheerios
  • String cheese
  • Organic Crunchin’ Grahams
  • Snack cheese
  • Yogurt
  • Canned fruit (it already comes in little pick-me-up pieces – LOVE THAT.)
  • Fresh fruit – banannas, strawberries, grapes, plums, pluots; she doesn’t like avocados and that breaks my heart.
  • Chopped carrots (I’m putting that one in so that you know I at least attempt to feed her vegetables. It doesn’t really count though because she won’t eat them)
  • Deli meat – chicken or turkey
  • Pasta
  • Green beans (this is a rarity – I have a hard time getting them soft enough that she’ll eat them…but she loves the mushy green beans from BBQ joints)
  • Vegetable crackers (She won’t eat those either – apparently we can’t trick her into eating a vegetable even if it looks, feels and tastes like a cracker)
  • The occasional bread – pieces out of the middle of a loaf, tortilla pieces, etc.
  • Boiled eggs

So that’s about it. It gets monotonous after a few meals. I’m looking for ways to expand her diet. I should include here that I don’t cook, so I’m looking for non-complex ways to expand her diet. If it requires more than “open and serve” you’d better include (very detailed) instructions.
Any ideas?

Turning the World Upside Down

There are times when I think that the single purpose of parenting is to destroy preconceived notions.

Yesterday I reached an all-time low in masochistic self-humiliation. I entertained my daughter by jiggling the fat on my belly. My belly has never recovered from pregnancy, and makes a very good “bowl full of jelly” illustration. Apparently this is quite entertaining. For some.

Yesterday I committed another act that, prior to this week, I would have told anyone would never take place in my house.

I let my child cry herself to sleep.

I have always been anti-Ferber. Not to the point of raining judgement down on other people’s parenting choices, I am well aware that I am not in a position to decide what’s best for someone whose circumstances are not my own. But for MY house, for MY CHILD, I knew that Ferber was not the answer.

Kaelin has never been particularly difficult to put to bed. We rock her, give her a bottle, turn on the music and put her down. Usually when supplied with her music and her love monkey, she’ll go to sleep without too much resistance.

She has, however, always been one of those babies who increases tension through crying (as opposed to releasing it). That’s the main reason we knew we could never do the Cry It Out method, because she has never been able to cry it out. She works herself up into hysterics to the point where she’s gasping, panicked, and physically can’t calm down. We have never let her get to the point of throwing up, but have no doubt that if we left her long enough, that would be the next step, followed shortly by permanent emotional damage.

So once we put her down, if she was unable to get to sleep on her own and started crying, I* returned to her and held her, rocked her etc. until she was sleepy enough to put down without realizing that we were putting her down and leaving.

For some reason, everything has changed in the last week. No matter how tired, she refuses to go to sleep. Instead, the minute she senses me moving out of the room, she stands up and starts crying. So I would go back in, calm her down, lay her on her back and stay there until she commenced with the finger-twirling-her-hair-routine that precedes sleep. I’d sneak out of the room and make it half way down the stairs before the screaming began.

After several nights of repeated rounds of this, it became quite clear to me that something wasn’t working. So I put my best 11-Month Old Thinking Cap on to try to figure out what it was, and I saw the following issue: She relaxes, I leave. She cries, I return. And suddenly, it became quite clear that I was unwittingly encouraging the behavior that I find so frustrating.

So I made a new executive decision. At night, I will read her a story, rock her for a few minutes and put her down. I will tell her I love her and kiss her good night. And then I will leave, shut the door, and not return.

I am theorizing that this will help solve the problem because:

  • She will have a predictable bedtime routine
  • She will know that I’m leaving the room, so she won’t suddenly realize that she’s alone and think she’s been abandoned.
  • She will have to un-learn the idea that crying brings Mommy back and delays bedtime
  • She will have to learn how to put herself to sleep

At least, that’s what I’m hoping for. I listened to her cry last night for probably 5-10 minutes before she quieted down. I only got through that because by the time I came up with this plan, I had already been back to her room 12 times and was too damn frustrated to get all soft about the crying.

Tonight I tried it again from the start. I put her down, said good night and walked away. She cried for under a minute, and it never reached the level of distress that indicates the point of no return (where she is unable to calm herself down without help/comfort). That gives me hope.

It’s a very strange feeling when you begin to realize that you have to move toward the more structured phase of parenting. Where you have to do more than just love the child…you have to train, discipline, teach. There’s a lot more pressure there. And it seems to be mostly trial and error.

I’m hoping for less error.

* For some reason, the bedtime routine has become MY duty. J says she won’t sleep for him, that she only goes to sleep when I put her down. That might change with the new routine.

It's Been a Long Day

I have a mole on my stomach that looks like this:

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Actually, I guess you could call it 5 moles. But it used to be one. And even though I could be considered young for this sort of thing, I’m fairly certain that isn’t normal behavior for your every day joe schmoe mole…so I’m thinking I should have it checked out. Along with another one on my leg. Both of which have appeared/changed since college.

So I spent the morning talking with insurance brokers and trying to figure out what my best options are, considering the following:

  1. I’m not currently insured.
  2. For the most part, it’s cheaper for me to remain uninsured and pay full price for my prescriptions and doctor visits, than to pay the monthly premium for insurance (which for some reason is unusually high in Texas).
  3. If the moles are a problem and need to be removed, it will cost me a bunch of money…but will it cost more than I would be paying in insurance premiums?
  4. If I have the moles diagnosed and they ARE problematic, I will get labeled with a “preexisting condition” if I’m not insured beforehand.
  5. Preexisting conditions are bad when trying to obtain insurance later.

So I don’t really know what to do. I have no idea if these moles are going to be a problem or not. I did get sun exposure during my childhood and teenage years. But how much is too much? I’m fair skinned but tan easily. I’m adopted, so I have no information on my family history. I have a mole on my nose that I’ve had since birth. If they want to remove the others, they’ll probably want that one to go as well.

I do know which insurance broker I’m NOT going to give business to:

“So, now that I’ve given you all the information, can I get your information to start filling out this application?”

“Well, I’ll need to wait on that. I need to do some comparisons and talk with my husband about it first.”

“So…what, you can’t make a decision on your own?”

I pointedly informed him that I had enough respect for the person I share a household and bank account with to discuss this kind of thing before “making a decision.”

* * *

After dealing with insurance brokers, I went to court to make some headway in clearing up the big fat mess. The judge moved my pretrial for the deferrment violation case to be the same day as the pretrial for the ticket that caused the mess, since, in theory, if I can get that stupid ticket dismissed, the deferment violation will be a nonissue. In theory.

He did make a point of telling me, however, that just getting the other dismissed did not guarantee that I would not be held accountable for the deferrment violation, since the verbage in my probation agreement states “must not receive” another ticket during probation period.

Great. They’re holding me accountable for something out of my control. It doesn’t matter whether or not I was actually DOING anything illegal. All that matters is that a cop issued me a ticket for something. Some justice system we have.

* * *

This evening we were making dinner when J says, “What did I do with that Pepsi I just opened?”

We both look up, just in time to see Kaelin in the living room, pouring the last remaining drops of the can into a 3-foot puddle on the carpet.

Just in case you were wondering, there is a deceptively large amount of cola in a can of Pepsi.

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She’s teething again. The first tooth finally broke in today and hasn’t seemed to bother her at all. But tonight she is unable to sleep for a period of more than 10 minutes unless she’s doped up on formula and tylenol. Unfortunately, the doping effect wears off long before we can give her another dose. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.

Dear Kaelin,

Until recently, I thought it was kind of silly for moms to write letters to their small children, who were obviously too young to understand such things, much less read them. I know there’s the wishful thinking that one day the child will delve into the archives of her mother’s blog, cherishing every word. I don’t hold out a lot of hope for that. I’m fairly certain that once you’re of the age where you would even remotely consider such things, this blog will no longer exist.

But I have been enlightened as of late, to a more compelling reason to direct this correspondence to you, Button. You see, there are so many things I want to tell you every day, so many lessons I want to share with you, but am unable because face it, I could be speaking ancient Egyptian for all you know.

So perhaps if I write down these conversations, it will at least pacify my need to communicate to you…even if it’s only in my imagination.

You stay busy each day learning about the world you live in. You walk/run/bustle/flap all over the house during the day, chasing the dog and cat, playing with toys, trying to make a getaway up the stairs. I wish you didn’t think it was such a game. The other day you made it up 4 steps before I realized the gate was not in place. With each step you looked at me and banged on the stair as if to get my attention. Once achieved, and you saw me running in your direction, you let out a laugh and excitedly tried to climb further up the stairs before I caught you.

You love being caught. You totally miss the point of “chase” games. You see it coming and you get all excited…and then you run right into my arms. It kind of defeats the purpose.

Your spacial navigation skills are improving. I think you’ve finally figured out that you are 3″ taller than the space under the kitchen table. Today you actually started ducking, rather than plowing into it.

You still haven’t mastered the concept of walking around anything. Taking the most direct route possible, you either trip or climb over stuff to get to your destination. You’re the only baby in your age group at the Church nursery that is walking, and since you don’t veer around anything, you spend your nursery time tripping over and stepping on all the other babies that are sprawled all over the floor. My apologies to their parents.

I’m not sure how to convince you that there is no nutritional value in carpet. And while geckos may provide some degree of protein, they’re really lacking in calcium. Dog food seems to be your favorite obsession and you will do anything you can to get your hands in it. The next time I can’t get you to eat your banana, I think I’ll try putting it in a bowl on the floor.

Please stop pulling things out of the bathroom trashcans.

5:45am is not Morning. It is, therefore, not an acceptable time to wake up and start the day. Particularly after waking up approximately ever hour and a half during the night for no apparent reason. Morning doesn’t start until at least 7:00am – please make a note of that and adjust your schedule accordingly.

Please stop pulling things out of my office trashcan.

You love books. It’s so much fun to read to you and watch you study the pages. Reading is the only thing that will keep you in one place while you’re awake. I do wish they made baby books that were longer than 3 pages though, as it does get a bit monotonous reading the same 5 words over. and over. and over. again.

Itsy-Bitsy Spider is the best song in the world. I have no idea why. What that Spider has over Little Bunny Foo Foo is beyond me. Yesterday we did Head & Shoulders, Knees & Toes for the first time. I can tell you like it only because you let me manipulate your hands to the motions. And for some reason you really love people touching your face, so you lean forward and stick your tongue out for “Eyes and Ears and Mouth and Nose.”

Please stop pulling things out of the recycle bin.

You love Cheerios. I love Cheerios. FINALLY there is something to keep you busy during restaurant visits that doesn’t include heating up a bottle or walking around the restaurant bouncing you up and down. For some reason you’ve always had very little patience for toys in restaurants. But Cheerios…they are God’s gift to the hungry parent who just wants five minutes to eat what she ordered.

I do not like this habit you’ve developed recently of spitting your food out when you’re done eating. If you don’t want anymore, you don’t have to put it in your mouth. But to open your mouth, accept a spoon full of squash, and then promptly spit it all over the place to signal that you’re done is really. really. really. frustrating. We’re going to have to work on the communication in this area.

Please stop pulling fuzz off the cat tree and stuffing it in your mouth.

You have your own language now. It basically consists of 4 words: Bah, Bwhah, Dooh and Ma. And what versatile words they are. I think Bah-Bah is Bottle, and I’m pretty sure that Ma-Ma is me…And Dooh (the o’s are pronounced like “book”) seems to be the cue for “do that again” but other than that I’m completely in the dark. That doesn’t stop me from enjoying your rambles though as you trapse around the house with your finger in your mouth and your other hand waiving about in the air.

Peek-a-boo behind the sheer window curtains is one of your favorite games. Just so you know, it’s kind of cheating when you can see through the curtains. But the amount of pleasure you derive from it makes it worth it.

Ever since you could stand, you’ve made a tradition out of leaning yourself against the glass door throughout the length of my shower. Sometimes this makes it very difficult to get OUT of said shower. Recently I made the mistake of letting you crawl into the shower with me. You had the time of your life playing with the stream of water and your rubber ducky. And now it has become an obsession. The other day you cried yourself into hysterics for a good half hour because I would not open the shower door for you. I’ve created a monster.

You’ve learned how to turn the TV in the bedroom on. And off. And ON. And OFF. AND ON. AND OFF. AND PLEASE STOP THAT ALREADY!

Please stop plucking fur off the cat and stuffing it in your mouth.

Please stop whipping around and smearing snot all over my work clothes while I’m in the process of wiping your nose.

And please stop growing up so fast. I can hardly keep up. It’s fascinating to see you reach a new level of awareness each day, but at the same time it’s totally intimidating. Sometimes I have no idea what to do with you. Each new step is uncharted territory and I’m improvising as things come along. One day we’ll probably both look back at what an idiot I was and wonder how in the world you turned out to be so normal. I hope that’s the case.

Anyway, I love you and I wish you understood that when I say it to you. One day you will.

Love Always,
Mama

Guest Blog!

Filed under: Guest Blog,Sleep Deprivation,Such is Life — Amy @ 1:46 am

Can’t sleep. My Mad about the recent Municipal Court adventure has now extended to my lawyer, and rather than getting some much-needed sleep, my brain would rather stay up and make a list of reasons why he’s an ass. An incompetent one at that.

Anyway, I’ve decided to try the ever popular Blog Explosion Rent My Blog campaign, where every week I get to highlight another blog and tell you all why you need to go visit THAT BLOG. Because you do.

So I was pleased as punch (sorry, my Southern comes out after midnight) when I got a bid from Jane at Jane Loves Tarzan. I have been reading Jane’s blog for quite some time now and it has been a very eye-opening experience for me. She openly struggles with bipolar and I have followed her growth and turmoils for the last several months.

AND SERIOUSLY, she can do one heck of a FOAD posting! Actually, Jane is the one who introduced me to FOAD, hence my recent entry. (See, Jane? See what you’ve done???) Incidentally, it was quite therapeutic. And her weekly FOAD specials never fail to entertain me.

So go visit! She’s worth it! (And send her some chocolate!…And while you’re at it, send me some chocolate too.)

5th Anniversary

Filed under: Family,Marriage,Milestones,Parenting,Sleep Deprivation,Sports — Amy @ 3:34 pm

Last night we celebrated our anniversary by going to a fancy schmancy restaurant called Three Forks.   Very, very nice.   And some of the best lobster bisque I’ve ever had.   As J so eloquently put it, “It tastes like a lobster died on a pad of butter and went to heaven.”

After that, we played softball with our recreational chuch league, as we have a string of rained-out makeup games over the next several weekends.  

It was a very enlightening evening, so let me share with you a few of the pearls of wisdome I gained:

  1. If you have a really rich steak & seafood meal…don’t play softball after dinner.   Particularly if you already have a sensitive stomach.   They had to rearrange the batting order because of a short time in which I was MIA in the restroom.
  2. If you’re in the field and it’s really windy, keep your mouth closed.    As my brother so accurately put it, “I swallowed enough dirt to plant a small tree.”
  3. Softball is way more fun if you win.   This was the first game all season that we actually won, and it was probably the most fun I’ve ever had participating in a sporting event (I’m not exactly athletically inclined).   I usually get placed in Right Field, but last night I got “promoted” to Left Center and later to Second Base when our second baseman got injured.   I didn’t screw anything up (mostly because nothing ever came to me) so it was a lot of fun.
  4. Church softball is not for the faint of heart…or short of memory.   There are so many odd rules and regulations, like everybody starts the count at 1 ball, 1 strike.   And if you walk a guy, he goes 2 bases and the girl batting behind him can choose if she wants to bat or just walk to first base.   If you walk a girl, she only walks 1 base.   And don’t be thinking that just because it’s church that the 3rd baseman won’t TAKE YOU OUT.   Or you might end up leaving the game with a torn ACL.   THIS IS HARD CORE CHURCH BALL, BABY.   REGULAR SOFTBALL IS FOR WEENIES.

Overall, it was a great anniversary and a nice break from our little bundle of joy, who then kept me up all night with her bouts of wakefulness.   After we attended a wedding this morning, a nap was definitely in order.

I swear, the next kid we have had better be born with teeth.

Mid-Night Hours

Filed under: Milestones,Parenting,Sleep Deprivation,Such is Life — Amy @ 10:40 pm

She’s cutting another tooth.   That’s a total of 2 that we’re aware of.

I’ve decided that I could do without this whole “teething” experience.   And so could Kaelin.   How come every time she starts a new milestone, it ends up in a period of reduced sleep for our family?

Last night she was up crying about ever hour or hour and a half.   Tonight, she’s already been up once.   I should go to bed now, knowing that I won’t get enough sleep anyway.

The good news is that she is napping better during the day…catching up on the sleep she we miss at night.    Tomorrow I’m really going to wish I had a cot in my office.

She’s figured out the jeep go-cart thingie.   She just about ran me over twice already today.   She’s going to make road kill out of the dog.   7 months old and she’s already driving with a lead foot.

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Hi. I'm Amy. I started this website in 2005 as a place to deposit my journal and photos. It has gone through a few incarnations and masquerades as a family site, but since I'm the only one who contributes to it, it's really all about ME, ME, ME.

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