Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
The other thing that was not fun about today was the WIC appointment Lizzy had. She was fine- happy, playing, smiling - until we walked into the room where they weigh and measure her. She threw one of her biggest tantrums yet. For some reason, nurses and doctors TERRIFY her. She clung to me, sobbing and screaming while I tried to get her clothes off and put her on the scale. It took a very long time, and we never did get an accurate reading, because she never stopped screaming and thrashing around. Once her clothes were back on, she was fine. Maybe she's just very shy.
And if her behavior wasn't bad enough, she fell off the chart as far as weight for length. She is basically tall, and very, very skinny. I'm not shocked by this (the child won't eat), but I can't help but feel a little bit like a failure. Why can't I get my child to eat? Anyway, tomorrow has to be better.
Monday, December 1, 2008
The finished product:
My Big Strong, Tree-carrying Man! (I made that hat!)
Friday, November 28, 2008
- Isaac bought a can of caramel popcorn from the boyscout who lives next door, and I stood in the kitchen and ate all the peanuts out of it. All of them.
- I don't like satires. I realize that makes me one of Them, but I can't seem to help it. Instead of thinking they're funny, I usually find them a little offensive. Either I must be narrow-minded and uneducated, or I have no sense of humor. It's really depressing.
- My daughter is afraid of vacuum cleaners. (She even cried out in her sleep just now, after I merely wrote the words.) Please don't misunderstand me; I am in no way ashamed of my daughter. It's just that I'm pretty sure the reason they scare her is that the sound is so unfamiliar to her. I think I can count on one hand the number of times I've vacuumed since she'd been born. Yes, it's a dusty, dirty world we live in.
- I never send birthday cards, not even if I really like you. You're lucky, and I mean really lucky, if I remember to call.
- When I was a freshman in college I used to regularly (as in once a week) eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's in one sitting. This also makes the list of Things of Which I am Immensely Proud.
- I am afraid of the dark. And I'm pretty sure that if the shower curtain is pulled when I go into the bathroom, there must be ninjas hiding behind it, waiting to attack me. This is the real reason we have two nightlights in our very small apartment. They're not for Lizzy at all.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
1. Where is your phone? wall
2. Where is your significant other? Library
3.Your hair color? mud
4. Your Mother? lovely
5. Your Father? tall
6. Your favorite thing? icecream
7. Your dream last night? forgotten
8. Your dream/goal? family
9. The room you're in? main
10. Your hobby? reading
11. Your fear? dark
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? home
13. Where were you last night? party
14. What you're not? clever
15. One of your wish-list items? house
16. Where you grew up? beautiful
17. The last thing you ate? chocolate
18. What are you wearing? scarf
19. Your TV? new
20. Your pet? Lizzy
21. Your computer? Spike
22. Your mood? relaxed
23. Missing someone? yup
24. Your car? Isaac's
25. Something you're not wearing? shoes
26. Favorite store? grocery(?)
27. Your Summer? wonderful
28. Love someone? many
29. Your favorite color? nah
30. When was the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? yesterday
Okay, I tag Melody. You're it!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
On Sundays, we usually all take a nap at the same time. Lizzy often falls asleep on the walk home from church, so we dump (I mean gently place) her in her crib and then head off to join her in dreamland. She always wakes up first. After a quick round of rock-paper-scissors to see who has to get up with her, the lucky parent snuggles back in to sleep until the noise from the living room no longer makes snoozing possible. Today, Isaac lost the rock-paper-scissors. Initially, there were sounds of intense disgruntlement from the living room. Apparently, Lizzy was not too pleased with the world. After awhile it got quiet . . . too quiet. When I could no longer ignore the strange silence, I set off to find my usually boisterous family. This is what I found:
He CHEATED. He made her go back to sleep so the he could continue to nap. Isn't that rotten? Or - is it genius? We do like our Sunday naps. . . . (This picture doesn't actually show how cute they were. This is after she started squirming and waking up. But you get the idea.)