Saturday, July 30, 2011

Yellow Cucumbers

If it weren't for fresh vegetables right from the garden or local farmer's markets, I don't know how I'd get through the summer months. My mother-in-law has had a small garden in the backyard for the last few years and the cucumbers have definitely been my favorite.

Last week I noticed that there were some bright yellow, almost orange, cucumbers appearing in the garden. Yellow. Cucumbers. At first I thought it was summer squash. And was a little disappointed- I really wanted those cucumbers. When I took a closer look at them, I realized they were in fact cucumbers. Look at that thing.. is it a cucumber or is it a lemon?


I finally got the courage to try one yesterday. (After I found a little info online that it probably wasn't over ripe.. just another type of cucumber.) And? It was really delicious. The yellow cucumber did have a few more seeds than its green neighbor, but they weren't any tougher. The flesh was a little crunchier- more like an apple and the taste was a little different. Some bites seemed more acidic while others more buttery. But it was good..


.. and I ate all of it.

Friday, July 29, 2011

BlogHer. Will I or won't I?

I am not going to BlogHer '11 this year. And I've been upset about it off and on. More on as it gets closer of course.

I went to BlogHer '10 in New York last year and it was fantastic. I would have attended this year in a nanosecond. Buuuut.. it is kind of like.. on the very opposite side of the country (a mere 3100 miles). Not that I wouldn't have driven it.. because.. how amazing would that have been?! But.. Jason couldn't take 2 to 3 weeks out of his life to watch Lily or for all three of us to go. So. That was the end of that.

I could have flown. Sure. But, somehow.. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. For something like that. Even though I really wanted to be there.

It would have been nice to have a redo of the conference last year because.. two things. One, I was just starting to get sick when I arrived in New York. And two, I never made it to a single session. Seriously. Partly because I scheduled so many other events, parties, and time with sponsors.. and partly because I was getting sick, feeling miserable, and falling asleep because all I had was NyQuil (thanks for being at BlogHer or I wouldn't have had anything).

I read through all the session info beforehand and picked out things I wanted to participate in.. including some author signings. On the second day, after lunch, I went up to my room, downed some NyQuil, and just slept. For hours. I woke up, went out to get sandwich, went to a party that wasn't worth it.. and then went back to my room to sleep. I never even did anything in the city outside of a BlogHer or sponsored event- it was so disappointing.

But.. there's always next year. And you better believe I will be reloading Twitter every 2 minutes (with my fingers crossed) starting at noon (9am in San Diego) until they announce the location of BlogHer '12. Because I'm praying for New York again- or even Chicago. Hartford? Philadelphia? Boston? I think it will be back on the east coast next year. I hope.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Yes, it is way more than hot enough for me. Thanks.

The hottest it got here today was 102 degrees. Farenheit. And it felt like 111. But I don't know from personal experience, because..

Lily and I did not leave the house today. The window in the bathroom was open a few inches and when I put my hand up to the screen I could feel the intense heat blowing in. So disgusting. Anyone in this part of the country without air conditioning today must have been beyond miserable.

But also, strangely enough, Lily woke up at 6:30 this morning. Actually. I woke up at 6:30 as well.. with her crawling on top of me and saying "change my diaper." I started to put my hand on her diaper to see if she really needed it changed.. only to discover she didn't even have one on. Of course I jumped up and popped a new one right on her. I looked in her bed, our bed, the garbage, the floor, the top of the diaper pail (thinking maybe she's shoved it in the top).. and couldn't find a discarded diaper. So..

Me: Lily. Where's your diaper?
Lily: The diaper center.
Me: (Thinking: What?) Where's the diaper center?
Lily: (Points to a stack of new diapers)

Hmm.. she obviously doesn't understand what I'm asking. Okay. Jason comes into our room from the bathroom.

Me: She crawled onto me asking for her diaper to be changed.. but she didn't even have one on. Do you know what happened to it?
Jason: (starts laughing) Oh. That explains a lot.
Me: What?
Jason: I woke up with a diaper on my head. I thought it was just one that I forgot to change her with.

Seriously?

And so began our day.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

End of the beginning. I assume.

Yesterday was the last day of Lily's first swimming class- "swimming school" and I have absolutely no pictures of any of it. Which, as mommy, is a tiny bit heartbreaking. The one time we did convince Jason to come with us- he refused to take pictures. Refused. Because no one else was. Obviously a good reason at any occasion. Whatever.

In some ways I am glad the classes are over. I had to be in the water with her and it often felt like I was doing almost as much, or more, work than she was. Holding her up in the water, trying to keep her focused, encouraging her to try what the teacher wanted her to do, trying to keep her focused, trying to get her to swim instead of play with the pool toys, and trying to keep her focused. Did I mention trying to keep her focused?

Yesterday was actually the worst of the lessons. We had both gotten up early that day, which was a good thing because it guaranteed we'd get a nap in before class. Well, we didn't wake up until the time when we normally leave to get to swimming. Oh. My. Goodness. We ran around the house throwing things together and were somehow only 10 minutes late. Only. For a 30 minute class. Whatever.

Lily did fine for the first few minutes. But then she wanted to play with the pool toys. And squirt the teacher with the octopus toy (thankfully she's a good sport and plays along (pretending to scream) even when Lily's squirts her). And touch everything laying by the side of the pool. And then..

It was Lily's turn to jump into the water from the side. Her teacher took her down the wall a little and held her hands out to catch her. But instead? Lily trotted down a little further where the water was deeper. OMG. And the teacher followed along, ducking under a rope. But Lily still wouldn't jump in. She went back to the shallow water- her teacher right with her. Then she backed away from the pool.. and I started to move to the stairs in anticipation. Yup. Lily took off away from the pool and into the grass.. and then started to run around to the other side of the pool. But I was right behind her.

I got her back in the water, but she was done. She sat on the stairs, played with a few of the floating animals, got in one round of ring-around-the-rosie, and.. the end- class was over. What an ending. Which made me so glad that portion of my life was over. But..

I was sad for Lily because going to "swimming school" makes her so totally excited. She's pretty fearless when it comes to the water, but her lack of focus on listening and following directions makes it harder on me (and therefore makes me dread going with her). Her teacher passed her to go on to the next level, but I'm not quite ready for that yet. Because..

Apparently with the next level, there is only parental participation the first 2 classes.. and then she's in the water without me. An almost 3 year old in the water, that 100% has a mind of her own, without someone holding onto the entire time? Sounds like I'd be having a heart attack from the side lines the entire time. And I'd rather not.

We may end up at the pool a few times on our own this summer to work on her safety in the water. Or possibly try out a pond. Definitely need to find a magic listening potion for her. Then maybe by the fall she'll be ready to take another swimming class, without me in the water, and we can both make it to the end of each lesson without need of medical intervention.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My love of all things structured

I survived my first week of pool therapy. And tomorrow starts weeks number two. I have no idea if it's working/helping or not. Buuuuut I decided yesterday that I don't particularly enjoy physical therapy in a pool.

It's not that it's so painful for me- mostly it just makes things ache (but by the end of therapy days I am pretty uncomfortable). So it's not really that- although there are leg weights and larger floating barbells in my future. And I'm guessing there will be more pain with that.

But mostly I hate having to wear swimming attire. And swimming shoes. And getting up early. And cleaning up on the the days my mother-in-law watches Lily so I can go. And being in 80-85 degree water for an hour. And breathing in "a lot" of chlorine for over an hour. And washing bathing suits by hand. And worrying things won't be dry in time. And sometimes they're not. And not being able to get the chlorine smell out of my nose. Ever. And taking three showers a day. And..

And.. I was thinking maybe I could just go once a week. And..

Wow. I just hate having structure in my life apparently. What a baby.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

June in pictures

Now that June is over.. I guess I can finally show you what was going on in our yard last month. I'm so on top of this stuff..


I couldn't tell you what any of these flowers are called, but sure are colorful and photogenic.



Where's the bug in this picture? That was a pretty big dragonfly (?)- see the full size oak leaf it's next to for a size reference.



Most of these are starting to fade away now that we are in full Summer swing, but there's just as much color coming up on other things. Including in the garden!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Hopefully this will work

Yesterday was my first physical therapy appointment. Finally. And it actually wasn't even physical therapy yet, just an evaluation. I had no idea what to expect- nothing I could possibly compare it to.

It all turned out fine. Lots of questions and forms. Lots of "measuring," as my evaluator put it. Lots of bending and moving my legs different ways against her hand while standing, sitting, and laying on my front and back. I left in more pain that I went in with, but maybe I should have expected that.

The real therapy will start next week, in the pool. More time in the pool. Awesome. Two hours every week. I am optimistic this will help me. Of course, Jason isn't. Of course. He keeps telling me I should get a second opinion. And he is dead set that surgery will be the only thing that will fix me. I so hope he's wrong. And knowing all the years he (didn't ) spend in medical school.. I'm optimistic there too.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Perspective

I seem to be sick. Which, considering everything else I have going on (slipped disc, quitting coffee, hiding from summer heat), is not awesome. At all. It's not even a very bad cold.. very minor by all accounts actually (knock on wood). But it's hot out and it makes me feel like I'm melting even though I don't have a fever.

We will be hiding inside for now, like the delicate flower princesses that we (temporarily) are. Or just I am I guess- Lily is guilty by association poor thing.

But then I watched The Talk this afternoon- during which the verdict of the Casey Anthony trial was announced (because it's live on the east coast). [The image of her sweet faced little girl has been burned in my mind- probably forever and the fact that Caylee was the same age that Lily is now just ups the emotions all that much more for me.]
Casey Anthony was found not guilty on the 3 most significant of the 7 counts she was charged with- everything but, basically, lying. And as Julie Chen (of The Talk) read down the list of "not guilty" as it was relayed through her ear-piece.. there were a few moments when she couldn't even speak. An obviously devastating outcome for so many that were looking for justice to be served.

And stopped me in my tracks just wallowing about having a little cold and it being too warm out. How could you kill your own child? Or at the very least seem so nonchalant about their death?

You never know when a little perspective is gonna find you.
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