Friday, February 25, 2011

Rain, Rain

Rain, rain, go away.

Come back in light gentle showers some other day.  [No more torrents!!]

I'm currently in the land of lots of rain, sleet, and a bit of snow. The weatherman calls it a wintery mix, which sounds beautiful and poetic.

It is not either. It has been raining a lot for the past few days.

And now, my basement carpet feels like a sponge.

It's only 8:00 am. I've already emptied my dehumidifier once and my carpet cleaner twice, and the carpet is still soaking wet.

This is a little overwhelming for a mother with 2 under 2 and a husband at work.

On the positive side, we already own the huge dehumidifier and carpet cleaner, so that is surely a blessing. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to do anything about it right now at all.

It does feel somewhat defeating to keep sucking water out knowing that it is just seeping back in. I wish the precipitation would just take a break.

So if you're having a bad morning and you want it to improve, imagine me in my pajamas with the pants rolled up, my bare feet soaking wet, pushing the carpet cleaner over and over again in the same wet spot. :) Hopefully that will make your morning a little bit better. (Unless of course your morning is worse than this. In which case, I am very sorry.)

And, for the real positive spin, at least I have a home to be flooded. Many, many people in the world do not have that. For only my bare feet are wet, and they are entirely soaked. I am blessed even as I grumble about my lot.

Rain, rain, go away.


Oh yes, and the mere fact that I am combating my basement water issues with a carpet cleaner and dehumidifier as opposed to buckets means that I really can't complain that much. (Sorry, Ames!)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Winter Babies

I have not been blogging very much recently. That is mostly due to lack of sleep, lack of intelligent thought, and excess of poor health. Our sweet little dude got sick. So, around three weeks of life, he became congested. The normal congestion of all winter babies. It was impossible to breathe without making noise, but there wasn't much we could for him.

Then about a week and a half ago, he became more sick. A cough was added to the congestion. Sometimes he wouldn't be able to breathe (he never turned blue).

Then the cough got huskier, and he lost his ability to volumize—and I'm not talking about his hair. :) His cry became this weak little almost squeak that you could barely hear in the same room. That made me afraid to ever leave him or even sleep without him, because crying is all a baby has really. That's how I know if he is hungry, poopy, too hot, too cold, etc. How he expresses that all is not right in his world.

Well, things are improving now. He physically looks a lot better and never is so congested that he can't breathe. He still has a cough, and he is not back to full volume. The sad newest addition is massive spit up/throw up.

He used to never spit up. I think in the month of January, he did maybe twice. Three times? Now he does at least one whopper every evening. On lucky evenings, it happens twice. And forcefully. It comes out of his nose. That is why I think it may be throw up rather than spit up. But I'm not really sure how you could ever tell the difference.

He hasn't been dreadfully sick, hasn't needed to be hospitalized, so we feel very blessed. But life has been a bit in an upheaval for me this month. I am excited for March. :)

And about the picture on the left, I have no idea why Jill wanted to include the cat bed.

February was not all horrible though. One highlight is that Jill's hockey obsession continues. As Jeff and I geared up to give her a Valentine's Day present, I tried to explain to Jill what holidays are. I told her that day was a holiday and asked her what happens on holidays.

She looked at me, grinned, and said, "hockey!"

She was, in fact, so adamant that hockey is what holidays are all about that we were even able to get it on film. So that cute memory is preserved. Yay!

We surprised Jeff at work on Valentine's Day, bringing him a chocoflan to share. Delicious!
Jill is speaking in sentences a lot now, which is awesome. The other day, Jeff went in to get her after her nap. He said, "Jill, where is your bottle?" She pointed up to the shelf attached to her crib. He said, "Jill, it's not there." She looked at him with great alarm and said, "Find it, Daddy. Find it!" (The mystery was solved upon discovering that I had already brought the bottle down to the kitchen.)

I bought a Mickey and Minnie Mouse shirt, because Jill loves them and is really excited when Daniel wears a pair of pajamas with Mickey on it. I thought I would receive the same reaction. Not so. She has cried the two times I have decided to wear it. I think that when she saw it in the store, she must have thought the shirt was for her. That's the only reason for her dismay that I can think of.

Jill used to love to have me sing to her. Now it is not as delightful as it once was. She asks repeatedly for "Fluffy's Song." I have no idea what that song is. It could be a mispronunciation of "Zoe" from Sesame Street, because "Fluffy" is how she pronounces "Zoe," but I don't know what "Zoe's Song" is either, so that doesn't help.

Does anyone know if Zoe has a song? She sometimes also asks for "Bert's Song." Does he have a song, too? Help, please! Thank goodness I know Elmo's, Ernie's, and Cookie's songs.

Update: She seems to also call the Snuffleufagus "Fluffy" as well. Does he have a song? (Oh my gosh!! I just googled the spelling to find out how to really write his name, and I guessed correctly on my first try. Yay me! And if you were curious, his first name appears to be Aloysius.)


And to cap off the February highlights, my future sister-in-law Cyanne lives with us now. (Her name is like "Diana" pronounced with a "K" sound instead of a "D" sound.) She and Ryan are getting married at the end of the May, and it has been a lot of fun to get to know her better and to have her around. Jill just loves her, and Cyanne is even willing to change diapers! If she is home, she even lets me run to the store—or wherever—and leave Jill, or both of them, with her.

I have always felt blessed to have Laurie, my mother-in-law, so close by to always help, and now I'm doubly blessed to have Cyanne super close!

Oh, and one last sign that Jill is growing up. She will now leave piggy tails, pony tails, and clips in her hair for longer than ten seconds. I think the record is five hours or so. Yay!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Girls/Women and Boys/Men

Last week, my pajama shirt for a few days was an old long sleeve track shirt from high school, sophomore year. The front of it is pretty standard: It says "Muncie Central Girl's Track and Field 2002."

Then on the back of the shirt, it has a slogan or an inspirational theme for the year. My sports teams have had some pretty classic ones.

Soccer: "We Bust Ours to Kick Yours" and "'Nuff Said"

Gymnastics: "Dear Lord, Bless Our Little Team; Keep Us Safe on Bars and Beam; Keep Us Safe in All We Do—Floor Ex. and Vaulting, Too."

Dance: I don't think any of my dance shirts had slogans. What a pity.

Track: "Rebuilding Tradition" and the slogan of the shirt I wore last week, "Real Men Date Track Girls—If They Can Catch Them."

My sister and I are modeling our shirts in the picture to the left. I don't know why I'm bent over a bit. I went through a period of life where I did that in a lot of pictures, facing front and back. Horrible idea. I think we realized it was weird and there is another picture where I just turned my shirt backwards and stood normally, but I don't seem to have a copy of that version. Sigh.

Anyway, as you can tell from the picture, we were pretty fond of that slogan. I either lobbied heavily for it or I presented it. I can't remember which. Whichever was the case, I thought the slogan was awesome.

I haven't really thought much about that slogan for the past eight years or so, but last week when I was brushing my teeth and wearing the shirt, it received some new mental attention. "Real men date track girls if they can catch them." I pondered the difference between saying boys versus men and women versus girls.

Real boys date track girls, if they can catch them.
Real men date track women, if they can catch them.
Real boys date track women, if they can catch them.
Real men date track girls, if they can catch them.

Hm.

Which do you think sounds best or the least awkward? The idea of "real boys" made me laugh a bit. You never hear teenage girls standing around talking about how they want a "real boy." (At least I don't think you do.) It made me think of Pinocchio a bit. It seemed to me that in our society being a real boy is not something any young male aspires to.

But then the one about men dating women seemed funny, too. The front of our shirt declares that we were a girls' track team, so saying that we were women on the back would be somewhat of a disagreement. And we obviously weren't women yet. At least I wasn't. :)

The idea of boys dating women just didn't work at all for me. It seemed a little . . . gross. :) (Although haha since I had a habit of dating younger boys in high school, perhaps it should have seemed natural. Ha.)

So, really, the one that was on the shirt seemed like the only viable option for our society, or at least my personal mindset. Why does it seem most appropriate to have men dating girls? Is that the one that seemed the best option to you as well?

It seems sad that while I grew up with songs like "I Enjoy Being a Girl," boys seemed to constantly be bombarded with the idea that being a man is better than being a boy. Even if you're only fifteen.

I hope Daniel gets to enjoy being a boy while he's still a boy.

And I hope Jill isn't chased by men while she is still a girl.

Anyway. Haha. I just thought that was interesting. You?

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So, I haven't posted in a while. Life has been good. My mom came back for another week. That was wonderful!! My dad was gone on a business trip, so she found it impossible to resist the allure of a brand new grandbaby.

January 10, Daniel was 5 pounds 13 ounces. February 10, Daniel has grown to 9 pounds 3 ounces. He still looks really small though, because he has a small head. He is also starting to remind me more and more of Jill. Jill continues to seem to love being a big sister. She spontaneously gives him hugs and kisses, with no prompting from adults. That melts my heart a bit.

This past month, we also attended a hockey game. Jeff's work has a party every year, and the past two years it has been at a hockey game. They rent a box and get lots of food, and it's way fun. Jill ever since this game has not stopped talking about it. She wants to go to another hockey game. I think that is really funny. Neither Jeff nor I had ever gone to a game before he got this job, and our daughter seems hooked! My mom was here at that time, so she experienced her first hockey game as well.

Best Buddies

When Daniel cries, Jill asks "what wrong Danny?" That melts my heart a bit, too.