was a week ago...but here's a picture for your viewing pleasure.
26 July 2010
23 July 2010
22 July 2010
Let's Just Talk About My Mom...
Yesterday morning I woke up and groaned.
After a long night full of infant tears and a new mother's frustration at various aspects of baby-ness, I had vowed that this day would be a day committed to nursing, napping and diaper changing. It had to be, or Oliver and I were never going to get the hang of things.
At the same time, however, all I could think of was the endless list of chores to do including the piles of laundry stacking up in respective baskets around our shoe box apartment, Oliver's serious need for a bath and my complete lack of baby bathing experience, and the meals that I would have to feed myself (I never imagined eating to be such a nuisance). These also had to be taken care of today but I didn't know how or when.
I wished for a lot of things...but mostly just for my mom...
I ended my pity party and got out of bed, hoping to get something done before the day got away from me.
Pretty soon I heard a knock at the door...I hate those for various reasons
I opened the door and there she was! My mother! With a couple of bags, another package of diapers, and a coke in hand....she even brought me her old magazines.
And the angels in heaven sang.
Or at least I heard them.
She made me sit down, helped me bathe my stinky baby, encouraged me to nurse, did a billion loads of laundry, washed dishes and sterilized feeding/nursing paraphernalia.
She made me lunch, accompanied me to the hospital, and even solved a minor issue so we could finish the process of buying my car from them.
Then she bought me a treat at WalMart, made my dinner, and even made lunch for the next day.
By the end of the day we were both tired, but she still offered to vacuum for me.
I declined.
I told her to sit down and hold the Oliver until she was ready to go home. She had done enough for the day.
I am always taking my mother for granted. Never fully appreciating her presence and hard work. Her contributions to my life are vast and constant and the older I get, the more I realize just how hard she has worked on my behalf, and she continues to do so. I love her muchly and plan to keep her for a very long time.
After a long night full of infant tears and a new mother's frustration at various aspects of baby-ness, I had vowed that this day would be a day committed to nursing, napping and diaper changing. It had to be, or Oliver and I were never going to get the hang of things.
At the same time, however, all I could think of was the endless list of chores to do including the piles of laundry stacking up in respective baskets around our shoe box apartment, Oliver's serious need for a bath and my complete lack of baby bathing experience, and the meals that I would have to feed myself (I never imagined eating to be such a nuisance). These also had to be taken care of today but I didn't know how or when.
I wished for a lot of things...but mostly just for my mom...
I ended my pity party and got out of bed, hoping to get something done before the day got away from me.
Pretty soon I heard a knock at the door...I hate those for various reasons
I opened the door and there she was! My mother! With a couple of bags, another package of diapers, and a coke in hand....she even brought me her old magazines.
And the angels in heaven sang.
Or at least I heard them.
She made me sit down, helped me bathe my stinky baby, encouraged me to nurse, did a billion loads of laundry, washed dishes and sterilized feeding/nursing paraphernalia.
She made me lunch, accompanied me to the hospital, and even solved a minor issue so we could finish the process of buying my car from them.
Then she bought me a treat at WalMart, made my dinner, and even made lunch for the next day.
By the end of the day we were both tired, but she still offered to vacuum for me.
I declined.
I told her to sit down and hold the Oliver until she was ready to go home. She had done enough for the day.
I am always taking my mother for granted. Never fully appreciating her presence and hard work. Her contributions to my life are vast and constant and the older I get, the more I realize just how hard she has worked on my behalf, and she continues to do so. I love her muchly and plan to keep her for a very long time.
Ollie and Grandma Min
21 July 2010
The Story of Jesse's Life...As It Applies to Pedicures
The day I was to go into labor (but didn't know it yet), I looked at my toes...
I told Jesse that I think every woman should be entitled to a pedicure before they have a baby, and I was wishing for one.
That wonderful husband of mine then volunteered to paint my toes for me (...he thinks pedicures are just about the nail polish, bless him).
I asked him if he had ever painted anything before.
"I painted a fence once." was his reply.
I decided to keep my toes to myself for the time being...
I also managed to keep my socks on for the first twelve hours of labor...and then I no longer cared about the state of my lower phalanges.
...but I see some practice sessions in his future because the next time I have a baby, my toes are going to have fresh polish and I'm going to flaunt them to the nurses and boast of my husbands master polishing skills.
I told Jesse that I think every woman should be entitled to a pedicure before they have a baby, and I was wishing for one.
That wonderful husband of mine then volunteered to paint my toes for me (...he thinks pedicures are just about the nail polish, bless him).
I asked him if he had ever painted anything before.
"I painted a fence once." was his reply.
I decided to keep my toes to myself for the time being...
I also managed to keep my socks on for the first twelve hours of labor...and then I no longer cared about the state of my lower phalanges.
...but I see some practice sessions in his future because the next time I have a baby, my toes are going to have fresh polish and I'm going to flaunt them to the nurses and boast of my husbands master polishing skills.
18 July 2010
14 July 2010
Maybe today I...
...want to lounge around my apartment reading/napping/watching TV,
...would like to remain undressed because clothes are more of a hassle than they are worth at the moment,
...don't feel like answering my phone/door for any reason whatsoever,
...am not inclined to entertain anyone at all,
...don't see a single problem with any of the options listed above.
...would like to remain undressed because clothes are more of a hassle than they are worth at the moment,
...don't feel like answering my phone/door for any reason whatsoever,
...am not inclined to entertain anyone at all,
...don't see a single problem with any of the options listed above.
11 July 2010
Punctuality
Today is his due date and the Chicken Nugget isn't here...
I guess he'll have the same aptitude for being punctual as his mom...none whatsoever.
Not. Even. Close.
I guess he'll have the same aptitude for being punctual as his mom...none whatsoever.
09 July 2010
Entitlement
Yesterday, Mr. Tim Dolan told me that, due to my excessively pregnant state, I am entitled.
"To what exactly?" I asked.
"Anything" He said.
He is the boss so it must be true right?
I took this to heart and so far...
"To what exactly?" I asked.
"Anything" He said.
He is the boss so it must be true right?
I took this to heart and so far...
- requested Totinos pizza for dinner.
- purchased myself a banana Oreo shake at the Malt Shop...size large.
- ignored the dishes in the sink for a long time (they are still there).
- laid in bed until 11:00.
- chose the most comfortable shirt in Jesse's closet to wear today.
I have a lot of things in mind for today...I'm just not sure how far I can press my luck with my Moses friend...we shall see.
08 July 2010
View from the Top
This is what I see when I'm lookin' down:
"Where are your feet" you ask? I don't know...I lost them.
"Where are your feet" you ask? I don't know...I lost them.
07 July 2010
Take A Gander...
At the Nugget's new "Crib"...I know, I'm hilarious.
I submit that I did something useful with my spare time...at least some of it.
I submit that I did something useful with my spare time...at least some of it.
03 July 2010
In High School...
I worked at a lovely sandwich and frozen yogurt place I like to call Hogurt Yogurt...it was good for me.
It provided me with a lot of money...and life experiences...
Some great - like working exceptionally hard and being awarded for my efforts with the title of Assistant Manager and making lots of friends.
Some not-so-great - like being robbed by a crazy person with a knife...oh and the creeper who thought that my ultra stylish lacy layer at the bottom of my Teriyaki Stix T-shirt (remember those...the layers I mean) was part of my underwear and wanted to talk to me about it. That's right YIKES! (I should have listened to my grandma who also thought they looked like underwear and warned against wearing them in the first place.)
Today I wish I was back there so I could make my own sandwiches again...just the way I like them...I haven't been completely satisfied with a deli sandwich since.
*P.S. I'm praying that my fascination with food will end when my pregnancy does...hopefully that will also put a lid on the barrage of food-ey posts that you've seen since January. THEN you can look forward to a plethora of posts about my adorable new human..unless he's not adorable...in which case I am selling him and going to Disneyland to walk off the baby weight...KIDDING!
It provided me with a lot of money...and life experiences...
Some great - like working exceptionally hard and being awarded for my efforts with the title of Assistant Manager and making lots of friends.
Some not-so-great - like being robbed by a crazy person with a knife...oh and the creeper who thought that my ultra stylish lacy layer at the bottom of my Teriyaki Stix T-shirt (remember those...the layers I mean) was part of my underwear and wanted to talk to me about it. That's right YIKES! (I should have listened to my grandma who also thought they looked like underwear and warned against wearing them in the first place.)
Today I wish I was back there so I could make my own sandwiches again...just the way I like them...I haven't been completely satisfied with a deli sandwich since.
*P.S. I'm praying that my fascination with food will end when my pregnancy does...hopefully that will also put a lid on the barrage of food-ey posts that you've seen since January. THEN you can look forward to a plethora of posts about my adorable new human..unless he's not adorable...in which case I am selling him and going to Disneyland to walk off the baby weight...KIDDING!
01 July 2010
Guess What!
My Friend Jesse took his Radiography boards and he passed them...yes he did!
The man deserves it though, he has studied very diligently.
He's pretty much amazing.
In other news: we arrived back at our apartment this morning and opened the door to find the delightful odor of skunk hanging in the air...nice huh...I just LOVE the way it lingers.
The man deserves it though, he has studied very diligently.
He's pretty much amazing.
In other news: we arrived back at our apartment this morning and opened the door to find the delightful odor of skunk hanging in the air...nice huh...I just LOVE the way it lingers.
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