As I was pushing Matthew on the swing today:
Me: We got a wedding invitation to Bob's (names have been changed to protect the innocent) wedding reception
Matthew: Are we going?
Me: We'll probably go.
Matthew: This is a problem. Everyone in the world has a girl except for me. I'll probably have to marry my sister.
(Me: Lots of laughter)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Memorial Day at the Sly House
This long weekend was pretty much about projects and trying to get our lives and house into some resemblence of order. I am starting to panic a little as I have eight weeks to finish up things that have sat for eight months (or longer).
Saturday I picked out some drapery fabric with Corbin's mom for our family room doors. I hestitate to start more projects but the beauty is that Marian will really do all the work. She's an expert seamstress and we cannot sew together because I'm more of the philosophy that if the seams don't come apart when you tug on it--it's good enough. She likes things a little more polished and that's why I asked for new Roman shades for my birthday. I've been saving that little request for a while and she was kind enough to comply. I'm excited to see them finished. She will probably whip them up pretty fast because that's just the kind of gal she is. No dragging her feet but in fairness to me, you can do that when you don't work and have no small children. I don't think she'll take eight months or even eight weeks. In fact, if I don't see them in a week, I'll be surprised.
Perhaps I can post a photo assuming that Corbin is able to fix the camera that he spent several hours on yesterday. He told me that it's partly functional or something to the equivalent, so I'm not exactly sure what that means but I guess we'll find out when I try to post a photo of the curtains.
Corbin and I finished glazing our railing between the dining and family rooms yesterday. It was a memorial occassion. The blue tape has been up since I had Spencer. I think I put the primer coat on the week before he was born. I wanted to stand up and rejoice that we are as far as we are on it. It has to have several coats of polyurethane but that goes fast compared to what we've been through.
I even managed to plant four potters with marigolds and petunias.
We did have a double whamy collision yesterday as Spencer slipped on the plastic used for the painting and flew into a wooden spindle creating a bloody nose. Of course he was freaking out as any 21 month would do when you try to contain them in a situation such as this. I had to disrupt Corbin's camera fixing session to administer first aid but he is more helpful than I in these types of situations. After finally getting the bleeding stopped, Corbin asked Matthew to go get him the magnifying glass that came in a Happy Meal to help with reassmbly of the camera. We are very high tech at our house. Who ever said those toys are worthless junk is dead wrong.
As Matthew sped to the toy box in search of the glass he tripped and hit his lip on the baby wipes container and started crying loudly. Then he approached with a bloody fat lip. That sent Spencer into a spin which started his nose bleeding again and both of them crying on me. Although compassion was shown, Corbin and I looked at each other and laughed. We mostly feel like we live in chaos. No one really adequetly warns one of this state prior to having children. I'd rather not think about three right at the moment. It scares me.
Speaking of LaFonda, I do not have gestational diabetes by a hair. I think I will still try to watch the sugars carefully but medically don't fit the diagnosis. I must admit much to my chagrin that I do feel better when i cut out the junk. I must somehow replace the no willpower button in my being.
On a happier note, we took Matthew up on his suggestion to have a picnic in the backyard. Since we had partied with the Sly clan on Sunday night and my parents had other plans we enjoyed just being with our crazy little family. We got Subway sandwiches for dinner and spread out a blanket. Matthew told us several times yesterday that it was a perfect day to be outside. He was right. The weather was beautful---not too hot and not too cold. As we ate, I explained to him why we celebrate Memorial Day and of course it's a lot for a four year old mind to process but I think it made an impression. I know I'm thankful for those who have sacrificed so much so that I can have so much. He mentioned how beautiful the trees looked and it was a perfect picnic except that Spencer refused to get out of the swing to eat but that's life with Spence.
Well, here's hoping that the boys bedroom gets painted soon and we have no more injuries for the week.
Saturday I picked out some drapery fabric with Corbin's mom for our family room doors. I hestitate to start more projects but the beauty is that Marian will really do all the work. She's an expert seamstress and we cannot sew together because I'm more of the philosophy that if the seams don't come apart when you tug on it--it's good enough. She likes things a little more polished and that's why I asked for new Roman shades for my birthday. I've been saving that little request for a while and she was kind enough to comply. I'm excited to see them finished. She will probably whip them up pretty fast because that's just the kind of gal she is. No dragging her feet but in fairness to me, you can do that when you don't work and have no small children. I don't think she'll take eight months or even eight weeks. In fact, if I don't see them in a week, I'll be surprised.
Perhaps I can post a photo assuming that Corbin is able to fix the camera that he spent several hours on yesterday. He told me that it's partly functional or something to the equivalent, so I'm not exactly sure what that means but I guess we'll find out when I try to post a photo of the curtains.
Corbin and I finished glazing our railing between the dining and family rooms yesterday. It was a memorial occassion. The blue tape has been up since I had Spencer. I think I put the primer coat on the week before he was born. I wanted to stand up and rejoice that we are as far as we are on it. It has to have several coats of polyurethane but that goes fast compared to what we've been through.
I even managed to plant four potters with marigolds and petunias.
We did have a double whamy collision yesterday as Spencer slipped on the plastic used for the painting and flew into a wooden spindle creating a bloody nose. Of course he was freaking out as any 21 month would do when you try to contain them in a situation such as this. I had to disrupt Corbin's camera fixing session to administer first aid but he is more helpful than I in these types of situations. After finally getting the bleeding stopped, Corbin asked Matthew to go get him the magnifying glass that came in a Happy Meal to help with reassmbly of the camera. We are very high tech at our house. Who ever said those toys are worthless junk is dead wrong.
As Matthew sped to the toy box in search of the glass he tripped and hit his lip on the baby wipes container and started crying loudly. Then he approached with a bloody fat lip. That sent Spencer into a spin which started his nose bleeding again and both of them crying on me. Although compassion was shown, Corbin and I looked at each other and laughed. We mostly feel like we live in chaos. No one really adequetly warns one of this state prior to having children. I'd rather not think about three right at the moment. It scares me.
Speaking of LaFonda, I do not have gestational diabetes by a hair. I think I will still try to watch the sugars carefully but medically don't fit the diagnosis. I must admit much to my chagrin that I do feel better when i cut out the junk. I must somehow replace the no willpower button in my being.
On a happier note, we took Matthew up on his suggestion to have a picnic in the backyard. Since we had partied with the Sly clan on Sunday night and my parents had other plans we enjoyed just being with our crazy little family. We got Subway sandwiches for dinner and spread out a blanket. Matthew told us several times yesterday that it was a perfect day to be outside. He was right. The weather was beautful---not too hot and not too cold. As we ate, I explained to him why we celebrate Memorial Day and of course it's a lot for a four year old mind to process but I think it made an impression. I know I'm thankful for those who have sacrificed so much so that I can have so much. He mentioned how beautiful the trees looked and it was a perfect picnic except that Spencer refused to get out of the swing to eat but that's life with Spence.
Well, here's hoping that the boys bedroom gets painted soon and we have no more injuries for the week.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I hate it when I'm a "Hon"
Yesterday I had to go back to my doctor's office for the three hour glucose tolerance test because I failed the one hour test. Thank you for your sympathy but I was expecting that I'd be a failure. I had gestational diabetes with Matthew and fully anticipat that I'll have it with LaFonda.
In the past as with yesterday, I noticed that the lab tech blood drawing lady always calls me "hon." She's probably not any older, in fact, I'm quite sure she is younger than I am. I know that some people use those terms in an attempt to be sweet but it really bugs me--I don't know why. If an 80 year old calls me "Hon" that can be easily overlooked and even endearing but no one under 80 can get away with it.
When I go for my regular doctor appointment, the nurse assistant always calls me "Hon" too. Now I am quite sure I could almost be her mother. It makes me feel like I'm the poster child for teenage pregnancy and she is trying to be sweet and nice to calm my fears. Little does she know that I'm as old as I am so I smile and try not to give her stink eye when she says it.
So I was not surprised at all yesterday when I finished my test and watched as the two "Hon" name callers went to lunch together. Should it really surprise me that they are friends?
In the past as with yesterday, I noticed that the lab tech blood drawing lady always calls me "hon." She's probably not any older, in fact, I'm quite sure she is younger than I am. I know that some people use those terms in an attempt to be sweet but it really bugs me--I don't know why. If an 80 year old calls me "Hon" that can be easily overlooked and even endearing but no one under 80 can get away with it.
When I go for my regular doctor appointment, the nurse assistant always calls me "Hon" too. Now I am quite sure I could almost be her mother. It makes me feel like I'm the poster child for teenage pregnancy and she is trying to be sweet and nice to calm my fears. Little does she know that I'm as old as I am so I smile and try not to give her stink eye when she says it.
So I was not surprised at all yesterday when I finished my test and watched as the two "Hon" name callers went to lunch together. Should it really surprise me that they are friends?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Blogging Hiatus
Yes, I know it's been a while.
The news is we've been out of town and I'm entering the height of my nesting season. We did have a fun trip to PA to see family and wish we could see them all more often. We spent some time with Aunt Doris eating the best chicken salad ever from Ferguson & Hassler and other goodies she always whips up. It's like a buffet without leaving home. Then we went to spend some time with my brother's family. Matthew loved playing with cousins and I was surprised they played so well together for so long. Matthew is the oldest with all the behavioral rights that birth order entails and Andrew and Courtney are the youngest and have learned to survive in a six child family. Confrontations were minimal and they had a great time together. Nick and Spencer were connected at the hip despite their 8 year age difference and fact that Nick is a high-priced babysitter. And the older kids I would like to clone and take home. I've decided that every baby should come with a 10+ year old.
We also had fun seeing Uncle Rod and Aunt Soup (Sue). They are always up for a good time with the kids and the kids love them very much. We went to dinner for my birthday with just the adults and it was fun to spend time without anyone flinging their food. I also learned that my dad and Rod had some childhood tricks up their sleeves that are just being revealed as they approach Medicare years. Hmmmm, what's up with that?
Pennsylvania is beautiful and I still miss the greenery. Not that brownery is bad, it's just not as pretty as greenery. It rained almost every day and I was sick for a good chunk of the trip but we managed to have a good time despite.
Some of our highlights were:
*The kids first trip to the local amusement park, Dutch Wonderland, which is geared for small kids. It's perfect for kids 10 and under but even the older ones appeared to be smiling.
*Matthew's annual pilgrimage to Thomas' Trackside Station store to check out all the latest Thomas the Tank Engine paraphanelia. Has a child ever loved Thomas so much?
*Did I mention the chicken salad?
*Eating cheese steaks at Gus's complete with the grease caked on the floor from opening day in 1947. Go Gus. You know how to make em.
*Going to the Landis Valley Hands On Kids Musuem. Our first time and it was fun.
*Just spending time with family.
*Red velvet whoopie pies.
Corbin stayed behind to work and start on my lengthy project list. He's painting, repairing blinds, assembling shelves and a host of other things that I'm in a panic to complete in the next 10 weeks. The limitations of my life with a third and a second who is part monkey are eerily creeping into my every thought. I'm trying not to panic but the reality is I AM. Somehow having the house in order may help give me some confidence that I will have the ability to cope when the time comes. If not, we will go on in the state of chaos I am being forced to embrace. It's hard giving up control but life does go on with crumbs on the floor and winter shirts that have not taken place in their rightful Rubbermaid container in the garage. One of these years perhaps I will learn to roll with the punches.
The news is we've been out of town and I'm entering the height of my nesting season. We did have a fun trip to PA to see family and wish we could see them all more often. We spent some time with Aunt Doris eating the best chicken salad ever from Ferguson & Hassler and other goodies she always whips up. It's like a buffet without leaving home. Then we went to spend some time with my brother's family. Matthew loved playing with cousins and I was surprised they played so well together for so long. Matthew is the oldest with all the behavioral rights that birth order entails and Andrew and Courtney are the youngest and have learned to survive in a six child family. Confrontations were minimal and they had a great time together. Nick and Spencer were connected at the hip despite their 8 year age difference and fact that Nick is a high-priced babysitter. And the older kids I would like to clone and take home. I've decided that every baby should come with a 10+ year old.
We also had fun seeing Uncle Rod and Aunt Soup (Sue). They are always up for a good time with the kids and the kids love them very much. We went to dinner for my birthday with just the adults and it was fun to spend time without anyone flinging their food. I also learned that my dad and Rod had some childhood tricks up their sleeves that are just being revealed as they approach Medicare years. Hmmmm, what's up with that?
Pennsylvania is beautiful and I still miss the greenery. Not that brownery is bad, it's just not as pretty as greenery. It rained almost every day and I was sick for a good chunk of the trip but we managed to have a good time despite.
Some of our highlights were:
*The kids first trip to the local amusement park, Dutch Wonderland, which is geared for small kids. It's perfect for kids 10 and under but even the older ones appeared to be smiling.
*Matthew's annual pilgrimage to Thomas' Trackside Station store to check out all the latest Thomas the Tank Engine paraphanelia. Has a child ever loved Thomas so much?
*Did I mention the chicken salad?
*Eating cheese steaks at Gus's complete with the grease caked on the floor from opening day in 1947. Go Gus. You know how to make em.
*Going to the Landis Valley Hands On Kids Musuem. Our first time and it was fun.
*Just spending time with family.
*Red velvet whoopie pies.
Corbin stayed behind to work and start on my lengthy project list. He's painting, repairing blinds, assembling shelves and a host of other things that I'm in a panic to complete in the next 10 weeks. The limitations of my life with a third and a second who is part monkey are eerily creeping into my every thought. I'm trying not to panic but the reality is I AM. Somehow having the house in order may help give me some confidence that I will have the ability to cope when the time comes. If not, we will go on in the state of chaos I am being forced to embrace. It's hard giving up control but life does go on with crumbs on the floor and winter shirts that have not taken place in their rightful Rubbermaid container in the garage. One of these years perhaps I will learn to roll with the punches.
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