Randomness from a tired and cranky Mama.
-Q has been in school for 2 full weeks now and still likes it. I went to 'back to school night' on Tuesday and was blown away by the kindergarten "curriculum". My word. I remember kindergarten vividly. My teacher's name was Mrs. Johnson, she had red hair...all I did in kindergarten was arts and crafts and played dress up. I was fond of the policeman outfit. Q has math, writing, reading and science. He also has a special a day...I definately did NOT go to specials. Crazy. I'm so glad I'm not homeschooling (I thought about it very breifly), cause kindergarten is for real these days. For real. He even has homework every night, like several pages of it. Wild!
-I feel pretty good lately. Can't complain too much. I sleep more than half the night, which is nice. Sometimes, I don't even have to get up to pee. I do loathe the way I look, my whole self is pregnant, face, hands, belly, feet. I have a lovely skin texture these days too, I'm broken out all over my back, face and chest, I'm positively attractive. I make pregnancy look good!
-B is potty trained. I'm still in awe of how easy he was. I'm not sure if he'll ask other people to use the potty yet, but he does for me. Unless he's outside playing he's pretty much self-sufficient, he doesn't like to stop playing to go.
-Q is starting Awana next week. I'm apprehensive about it, cause he complains about going to church. He LOVES VBS, so I've sorta described it as VBS only on Wednesday nights. We'll see how that flys.
-Q has decided he wants to name Ham, Shane Victorino (who is an outfielder for the Phillies). If not Shane, he likes Placido Polanco.
-B has a runny nose and cannot breathe today. So everytime he tries to breathe thru his nose he cries, "I have a runny nose! Give me a tissue!" (its so cute cause he's all stuffy and so pathetic).
-We finally got reimbursed for our car accident in July. Thank you God! I'm so glad to have recovered all that money.
That is all.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Same Poop, Different Day
Ok, long story ahead. But I still find myself in shock as to what transpired yesterday.
So, you remember the accident I was involved in on July 22. We're still waiting for the driver that caused the wreck to claim responsibility (well SHE claimed responsibility, but her insurance company is still not). Well it took a month to get our car repaired, and I was just getting less jumpy behind the wheel.
Well yesterday, I was having painful contractions off and on all morning, so I called the doc. They told me to come in, so I found a babysitter for the boys and headed over. On the way over I was stopped at the same intersection that we had the accident, reminiscing about the irresponsible person who caused the event, and the whole event in general. Waiting for the light to turn green, I pondered how lucky I was to escape that accident unscathed and then BAM! I was slammed back into reality by the car behind me. Really. I was rear-ended again, at the same intersection. This time by a young girl, who was talking on her cell phone. And thankfully, I have a witness to this. My first thoughts were, my insurance company is not going to believe me...
We waited and waited for the police to arrive, because there's no way I'm not going the 'official' route with car accidents. My contractions are less obvious to me, cause at this point, I'm just pissed. The girl keeps saying to me "there's no damage to your car, can we just go?" Uh, NO! (there IS damage to my car, albeit, not bad damage, but still).
Meanwhile, I called Scott who was meeting me at my dr's appt to tell him what happened and he came and met me at the accident intersection. The cop finally arrives and the girl goes into waterworks majorly. I start feeling bad for her. Then she starts fighting Scott and I about whether or not to report the accident at all. (Dude, how are you not going to? Her car was wrecked). I have to report it, cause I know I'll have to make a medical claim, cause I could predict what was going to happen being pregnant and involved in a car accident (minor as it was). At this point, I'm back to wanting to slap her in the face... We got things sorted out and a police report and just as I'm about to leave the cop tells me not to feel bad about reporting anything, he found out somehow that she's recently been involved in 3 fender benders (and this time with a car less than a month old--she only had the temporary insurance and registration).
So off to the doc I go. He's not concerned about the contractions I was having. Then I happen to drop that I was involved in this fender bender on the way over and he tells me to go to Labor and Delivery to be monitored. I start whining about how insignificant it was, really no damage to my car...but he insists.
I go and it turns out I was contracting regularly (every 4minutes to be exact) and landed myself in the L&D department over night which was a great time. The contractions finally stopped long enough for them to let me go home.
I just could not believe that I was rear ended again. So thankful the damage wasn't significant and that the baby seems fine. But what are the chances? Bizzaro, I tell you.
I asked Scott if we could name our baby Fender or Crash, but he wasn't into it.
(our church music pastor has already started naming his kids after guitars, so we couldn't use Fender).
So, you remember the accident I was involved in on July 22. We're still waiting for the driver that caused the wreck to claim responsibility (well SHE claimed responsibility, but her insurance company is still not). Well it took a month to get our car repaired, and I was just getting less jumpy behind the wheel.
Well yesterday, I was having painful contractions off and on all morning, so I called the doc. They told me to come in, so I found a babysitter for the boys and headed over. On the way over I was stopped at the same intersection that we had the accident, reminiscing about the irresponsible person who caused the event, and the whole event in general. Waiting for the light to turn green, I pondered how lucky I was to escape that accident unscathed and then BAM! I was slammed back into reality by the car behind me. Really. I was rear-ended again, at the same intersection. This time by a young girl, who was talking on her cell phone. And thankfully, I have a witness to this. My first thoughts were, my insurance company is not going to believe me...
We waited and waited for the police to arrive, because there's no way I'm not going the 'official' route with car accidents. My contractions are less obvious to me, cause at this point, I'm just pissed. The girl keeps saying to me "there's no damage to your car, can we just go?" Uh, NO! (there IS damage to my car, albeit, not bad damage, but still).
Meanwhile, I called Scott who was meeting me at my dr's appt to tell him what happened and he came and met me at the accident intersection. The cop finally arrives and the girl goes into waterworks majorly. I start feeling bad for her. Then she starts fighting Scott and I about whether or not to report the accident at all. (Dude, how are you not going to? Her car was wrecked). I have to report it, cause I know I'll have to make a medical claim, cause I could predict what was going to happen being pregnant and involved in a car accident (minor as it was). At this point, I'm back to wanting to slap her in the face... We got things sorted out and a police report and just as I'm about to leave the cop tells me not to feel bad about reporting anything, he found out somehow that she's recently been involved in 3 fender benders (and this time with a car less than a month old--she only had the temporary insurance and registration).
So off to the doc I go. He's not concerned about the contractions I was having. Then I happen to drop that I was involved in this fender bender on the way over and he tells me to go to Labor and Delivery to be monitored. I start whining about how insignificant it was, really no damage to my car...but he insists.
I go and it turns out I was contracting regularly (every 4minutes to be exact) and landed myself in the L&D department over night which was a great time. The contractions finally stopped long enough for them to let me go home.
I just could not believe that I was rear ended again. So thankful the damage wasn't significant and that the baby seems fine. But what are the chances? Bizzaro, I tell you.
I asked Scott if we could name our baby Fender or Crash, but he wasn't into it.
(our church music pastor has already started naming his kids after guitars, so we couldn't use Fender).
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Things I love
Right now, I love...
-My morning cup of coffee. Really, despite the fact that if I don't have it, I get a headache, I love the warmth of it, and the creamy sweetness...so heavenly. I can't wait to have more cups everyday. I'm limiting it to one cup a day while Ham brews himself in my womb.
-Watermelon. Sweet and cold and refreshing. Yum.
-Waking up to B coming into our room in the morning say, "I jus' wake up!" He's seriously so cute.
-Playing outside after dinner or before dinner with the boys. Taking the kids to ride bikes and cracking up at their pretend play. Most recently they reenact "accidents" where a police officer comes and tow trucks and ambulances...wonder where they got that one? Drive-thrus are also a popular bike "game". Or letting them play in the dirt patch out back and upon asking Q what he was playing, he says "We're playing Dirty Jobs." Its a show on discovery where the host seeks out jobs where you get really dirty...and the kids were both really dirty.
-Making a dinner that everyone loves (that's not chicken nuggets). I just love watching my kids inhale some sort of healthy food. Scott made turkey meatballs and sauce the other day (both from scratch), and both kids and myself had seconds and thirds. Last night it was steak and roasted potatoes that B ate an adult size portion of, then ate whatever was leftover...I just love that for some reason.
-Family time in general. Like our beach trips or just hanging out outback.
-Church. I love the music, and sermon. Love learning more about Jesus. Its always eye opening that I've been a "christian" since I was a kid, but never really learned much about anything other than the simple gospel...there's so much in God's word. So cool.
-I love my God and that he is so present and real in my life. That He is so mighty and still so evident in the little things of life. It amazes me that he created so much and still cares about me. Little ol' me.
-Not to be trivial after the God stuff, but I love me some Greek yogurt. Seriously. It is thicker than normal yogurt, but its awesome! It has more than twice the protein as normal yogurt and less sugar. Even the fruit flavor kind has less sugar. Its delicious too.
-Scott's new job. I'm not sure he loves it as much as I do, but I love it. He's home much more and we don't miss the money like I thought I would.
-My man. Scott is seriously the better half of the relationship. He's just so thoughtful and considerate, and I love watching him with the boys. There are things that annoy me about him, but his positive attributes outweigh the negative by far.
Just last night he ran out and got me makings for nachos and diet cherry pepsi and a movie to fulfill a craving. That's love.
(BTW--Is it bad that most of my loves revolve around food?)
-My morning cup of coffee. Really, despite the fact that if I don't have it, I get a headache, I love the warmth of it, and the creamy sweetness...so heavenly. I can't wait to have more cups everyday. I'm limiting it to one cup a day while Ham brews himself in my womb.
-Watermelon. Sweet and cold and refreshing. Yum.
-Waking up to B coming into our room in the morning say, "I jus' wake up!" He's seriously so cute.
-Playing outside after dinner or before dinner with the boys. Taking the kids to ride bikes and cracking up at their pretend play. Most recently they reenact "accidents" where a police officer comes and tow trucks and ambulances...wonder where they got that one? Drive-thrus are also a popular bike "game". Or letting them play in the dirt patch out back and upon asking Q what he was playing, he says "We're playing Dirty Jobs." Its a show on discovery where the host seeks out jobs where you get really dirty...and the kids were both really dirty.
-Making a dinner that everyone loves (that's not chicken nuggets). I just love watching my kids inhale some sort of healthy food. Scott made turkey meatballs and sauce the other day (both from scratch), and both kids and myself had seconds and thirds. Last night it was steak and roasted potatoes that B ate an adult size portion of, then ate whatever was leftover...I just love that for some reason.
-Family time in general. Like our beach trips or just hanging out outback.
-Church. I love the music, and sermon. Love learning more about Jesus. Its always eye opening that I've been a "christian" since I was a kid, but never really learned much about anything other than the simple gospel...there's so much in God's word. So cool.
-I love my God and that he is so present and real in my life. That He is so mighty and still so evident in the little things of life. It amazes me that he created so much and still cares about me. Little ol' me.
-Not to be trivial after the God stuff, but I love me some Greek yogurt. Seriously. It is thicker than normal yogurt, but its awesome! It has more than twice the protein as normal yogurt and less sugar. Even the fruit flavor kind has less sugar. Its delicious too.
-Scott's new job. I'm not sure he loves it as much as I do, but I love it. He's home much more and we don't miss the money like I thought I would.
-My man. Scott is seriously the better half of the relationship. He's just so thoughtful and considerate, and I love watching him with the boys. There are things that annoy me about him, but his positive attributes outweigh the negative by far.
Just last night he ran out and got me makings for nachos and diet cherry pepsi and a movie to fulfill a craving. That's love.
(BTW--Is it bad that most of my loves revolve around food?)
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Fünf Jahre Alt
Five Years Old
My oldest is 5 years old. And he's starting kindergarten this week. We went for his orientation today and I'm so sad. Sad that he won't be with me everyday all day and that its the beginning of formal schooling for the next 12+ years. Sad that I'm sending this little semi-innocent person to learn from someone else. That I'll have little control over the information being fed to him. Ugh. Its scary to me.
I fully understand why people homeschool, but thankful we are in a good district.
But anyway. He's 5!!
We celebrated several times, just so I didn't have to mix in-laws for less stress on my part. He had a tiny friend part, because no one could come, but it ended up being great. The two kids that came were his close friends that he plays with the most anyway.
What can I say about Q now that he's 5?
-He's an avid sports fan. Comes downstairs in the morning and flips thru the channels till he finds a game to watch. It can be anything too, football, hockey, soccer, racing, but I think baseball is his favorite.
-His favorite color is red.
-His favorite food is meatballs and noodles (if you ask him this week--but I really think its STILL chicken nuggets and fries).
-Is a good big brother for the most part.
-Is helpful and considerate for the most part.
-His best friend is Kaitlyn.
-Likes to watch Phineas and Ferb and Mickey Mouse club house.
-Knows his right from his left.
-Can count to 110.
-Knows all letters (upper and lower)and numbers.
-Can button and zipper independently.
-Loves knock knock jokes.
-Loves cars and monster trucks.
-Loves sweets and treats.
-Prays that God will help him not punch people and is thankful for his family.
-Rocks out to 'church music' (praise and worship CD's that Scott rehearses with for church). And when I say rock out, I mean it. He cranks the volume and sings and plays air guitar. I love it.
-Still eats the same thing for breakfast...yogurt, a bar and something to drink.
-Has graduated from the "T" clothing. He officially wears 'boys department' clothing, a size 5 to be exact. (hey, why are they so much more expensive than the "T"'s?
All in all, he's a great kid. I'm blessed to be his mother. Really, he's a joy. And so funny. (I'll have to tell you about the Geico funny guy sometime.)
My oldest is 5 years old. And he's starting kindergarten this week. We went for his orientation today and I'm so sad. Sad that he won't be with me everyday all day and that its the beginning of formal schooling for the next 12+ years. Sad that I'm sending this little semi-innocent person to learn from someone else. That I'll have little control over the information being fed to him. Ugh. Its scary to me.
I fully understand why people homeschool, but thankful we are in a good district.
But anyway. He's 5!!
We celebrated several times, just so I didn't have to mix in-laws for less stress on my part. He had a tiny friend part, because no one could come, but it ended up being great. The two kids that came were his close friends that he plays with the most anyway.
What can I say about Q now that he's 5?
-He's an avid sports fan. Comes downstairs in the morning and flips thru the channels till he finds a game to watch. It can be anything too, football, hockey, soccer, racing, but I think baseball is his favorite.
-His favorite color is red.
-His favorite food is meatballs and noodles (if you ask him this week--but I really think its STILL chicken nuggets and fries).
-Is a good big brother for the most part.
-Is helpful and considerate for the most part.
-His best friend is Kaitlyn.
-Likes to watch Phineas and Ferb and Mickey Mouse club house.
-Knows his right from his left.
-Can count to 110.
-Knows all letters (upper and lower)and numbers.
-Can button and zipper independently.
-Loves knock knock jokes.
-Loves cars and monster trucks.
-Loves sweets and treats.
-Prays that God will help him not punch people and is thankful for his family.
-Rocks out to 'church music' (praise and worship CD's that Scott rehearses with for church). And when I say rock out, I mean it. He cranks the volume and sings and plays air guitar. I love it.
-Still eats the same thing for breakfast...yogurt, a bar and something to drink.
-Has graduated from the "T" clothing. He officially wears 'boys department' clothing, a size 5 to be exact. (hey, why are they so much more expensive than the "T"'s?
All in all, he's a great kid. I'm blessed to be his mother. Really, he's a joy. And so funny. (I'll have to tell you about the Geico funny guy sometime.)
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