Monday, October 31, 2011

If you don't like the weather..

At first, our yard looked like this- typically fall in New England. The flowers were almost totally gone, the leaves and pine needles were starting to pile up on the ground, and the weather was crisp, but nice.

And then there was Sunday, October 30..

Which brought us snow. The worst of it was more than two feet in some areas, but there was barely any accumulation for us.

There was about half an inch or so of snowish freezing slush covering everything around 2am, when I had to go outside (in my pjs) to turn off the car light I had (stupidly) left on hours before. However, when we woke up (at 7:30, thank you Lily), there was not even a quarter of an inch of snow left on the grass and none at all on the pavement.

I don't remember snow in October before, so it was exciting. I wish we had gotten a little more, because there really isn't anything left now. And based on the forecast for the next few weeks, it'll be awhile before we get anymore. So I wait..

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Blaming it on the baby. Already.

Am I pregnant- or am I "having a baby?" The Spanish woman that made my (non-caffeine) frappuccino at Starbucks a few weeks ago used that phrase on me. I sat down while I waited and at first she didn't see me, but when she did she smiled and said "aah, you're having a baby?" The way she said it, it sounded so sweet.

Sometimes the way someone says pregnant, makes it sound like a disease, a rash, someone you don't want to sit next to because you might catch it too. When in fact, it's supposed to be awesome, right?

And it totally can be. For example, it gets you out of "trouble." I blame everything ill-received on my pregnancy. Spent too much at Target? I tell Jason that's the reason pregnant women shouldn't be let out by themselves. Drove 10 miles just to get a smoothie? Pregnancy. Forgot to do something for the 15th time? Pregnant. It's fine. But then there's also the negative side- there's always something. For me anyway- who is not your run of the mill pregnant lady.

Last week, I went to a large toy and baby store just because I had a $3 coupon for anything. And heck no I didn't bother to read that you couldn't buy baby food with it.. I tried to do it anyway. While the cashier spent half an hour trying to ring up my 3 pouches of fruit mush, as I like to call it, I used my time to sound like a complete dope to the woman in line behind me.

Her: You're pregnant? Right?
Wow, that was brave of her, I thought. Either that or I must really really look pregnant.
Me: Um, yes. (half smiling)
Her: (Holding up two diaper bags) Are these any good? I'm buying them for someone having a baby.
Me: Uh. (Oh good, I am about to sound like an idiot.) I don't know. I don't actually use one.
Her: (Looking like she was thinking, oh my why is this woman such an idiot?) Oh, that's your first one?
Me: No. (She keeps looking at me like I'm stupid.) Um, I just throw the stuff in my bag usually. (She looks at me blankly.) My bag is pretty big, so I just use that. Usually. (Oh my God.) Sorry.

But as I'm saying that I realize I had only brought my wallet into the store- my bag was in the car. I mean, really, I was just wishing the cashier would hurry the heck up already. My God.

I never had a diaper bag for Lily. I looked at a lot of them. In stores and online. And I never saw anything I liked. They were either super cheap looking or too expensive for what they were. So we used a Nintendo messenger bag for the first few months- because, heck, why not? We already had it. It was black. It had lots of pockets. And wasn't something Jason had to be embarrassed to hold.

Then I used a smaller tote bag for awhile. Eventually you just need to throw a couple of diapers, a pack of wipes, and something to drink into a bag and you're done. You don't need a designated bag. Or at least I didn't feel like I did. But what do I know?

Is that what I was supposed to tell her? She didn't want to hear that. She wanted to hear that her diaper bag choices were awesome. That her pregnant friend was going to totally love the diaper bags. That a real live pregnant stranger had advised her of their awesomeness. But I didn't think they were that awesome. They were small. They were a little cheap looking. What was the point of carrying a bag like that? But she didn't want to hear that.

It's possible I am not a good representative of the pregnant community. Possibly. Shocking, I know.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

7 counts of happiness.

1. Listening to Lily re-tell a story her own way
2. Sweater weather
3. Walking around the yard with Lily and taking pictures
4. Chatting with Lily when she first wakes up in the morning
5. Peaches 'n Silk smoothies from Tropical Smoothie Cafe
6. Shopping online (instead of dragging Lily in and out of stores)
7. (Good) mail addressed to me

Friday, October 21, 2011

The tantrum files

Now that Lily is 3, I think she might have just entered the "terrible twos".. which is actually supposed to be between age 1 and 2, isn't it? Or it could be she's just having a rough couple of weeks. I'm hoping it's just "a rough couple of weeks," but I'm not holding my breath.

She's so amazing most of the time. 51% at least. Probably 75%. But then it comes to getting her to do anything she doesn't want to do or isn't already doing.. watch out. Sometimes we can convince her that what we want/need her to do is exciting, fantastic, and worthy of her attention (involving ridiculous amounts of us lying).. but most of the time it's met with defiance or screaming. And screaming and screaming and screaming.

Thank God, knock on wood, whatever.. the real bloody-murder-hysteria only happens at home. So far. But also, we've been limiting her time in public lately, out of complete hysterics fear.

After the first few days of her absolute hysterics, I realized that a lot of it had seemed to come from her not being able to walk by herself after she wasn't listening to me and I had to physically move her myself. It was, so I thought, an ah-ha moment. So I would tell her "you can either walk or I'm going to pick you up." And it worked. For.. like.. a day and a half. Until she realized she wasn't really left with anything to have a tantrum about. And then she would just have a tantrum anyway.

She doesn't care if I say I'm leaving- she'll say "bye mommy!" She doesn't care if we turn off the tv. Or take away her iPad. Or tell her we aren't "going to do anything fun today!" Time out? Ya right. That one's gone right out the window.

Last night, it got to the point that I had to give in to her. The non-stop screaming had gone on and on. Her whole body was bright red and I couldn't keep my patience with her anymore. And I hated it. I hated that all she'd learned was to just scream like a banshee long enough and she'll get her way. It's not even banshee screaming- (whatever that is.) It's horrible horrible I'm-being-murdered screaming. It's screaming like someone is beating the cr@p out her.. when no one is even touching her. I've had to start closing the windows when it happens now because I'm afraid the neighbors will call the police. Which is insane.

And Jason just looks at me, "Why is she doing this?" he'll ask. And all I can say is "this is what she does now." It's not at this level all day long, but at the times it is.. it's totally horrible. And until I can think of another way.. I have to walk away when it looks like her eyes are about to erupt out of her face. For now, I guess, we are just the helpless parents on the tantrum train.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Hello, fall.

Fall is pretty much.. most definitely my favorite season. I'm sure it was far from it when I was growing up and going to school, but now that I school doesn't enter my life even remotely.. fall is pretty much as awesome of a season as I could ask for.

Don't get me wrong, every season brings something great.. but right now, I feel like there isn't much that can compete with a New England autumn.

Am I wrong?

If I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong.

Crisp air. Sweaters. Nature exploding in red, orange, yellow, and brown. The crunch of leaves beneath your feet. Pumpkins. Upcoming holidays and time with family and friends.

Winter and snow are on their way. But not quite yet. I don't know about you, but I'm going to go outside and enjoy all this while I still can.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Ultrasounds- plural.

When I had the first ultrasound two weeks ago, I thought it was going to be the first, last, and only this time around. But then I got called back. I knew the tech had a lot of trouble getting good pictures towards the end because Baby XY kept moving around so much, but I thought she'd gotten what they needed.

I thought wrong- I got a message early the next week from my doctor's office. Round two. When we went back, the second tech had some trouble getting good pictures of certain things as well- baby just kept moving and moving and moving. But then..

For being so patient, we got to take a 3D look. It was amazing. I remember Jason asking if I wanted to go somewhere when I was pregnant with Lily to get 3D pictures done.. and I wasn't interested. Now I wish I had. I almost felt like I was invading baby's privacy, but it was pretty amazing to see.

It's one thing to see the outlines and profiles of an ultrasound, but it's quite another to see what he looks like with a 3D ultrasound. It can be hard to be patient to meet your new little person, because it doesn't seem real sometimes. But those new pictures we have.. he's really real- I can't stop looking at his face. Now he just needs a name.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

How are you three?

I forgot to tell you. Two weeks ago, Lily turned three. Three. Unbelievable. Guess what kind of flowers I get her every year..?

Yup.. I do indeed get her lilies. She wasn't named for the flower, we just liked the name.. but heck, why not go with the homonym?

So, as this three year old, she's pretty awesome. As she always has been. She's a funny, funny girl with an amazing sense of humor and a wonderful laugh. She's cute as all heck and I've told her over and over it saves her little butt every time! Lily is as curious as they make them.. getting into everything, wanting to know what every stranger in every store is doing, and loves saying "hi" to every person that passes. She loves people, kids, animals, and her family. She breaks out into a dance any time she hears a song she likes or is just in the mood to shake her bum and wiggle around. She's brave. She's smart. She's the best person I know. And now I need to go get a tissue..

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


Yesterday, Lily and I spent some time looking at the mushrooms in our yard. Who knows what kind they are or how horrifically poisonous they are.. but it kept us busy for a little while.

I can't even tell you how many times I shouted "don't touch that!" followed by "if we don't know what it is, we don't touch it, okay?" And Lily learned about "poisonous".. I don't think we've talked about that concept yet. Geez..

Update: I think I identified the mushroom in the fourth picture as Laetiporus or "Chicken of the Woods" (because some people think it tastes like chicken), but I still think it looks like candy corn when it first comes up.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

It's so unbelievably awesome being a mom, but..

I wrote this post.. ah.. like, a year ago. And never got around to posting it. So I'm posting it now. Hopefully I am not jinxing myself..

There are, like, an infinite number of things that are so unbelievably awesome about being a mom (or parent, but mostly a mom), but every now and then something comes up that isn't so good. And there isn't an up side to it. And there isn't a way around it to convince yourself that it isn't as important as you are making it out to be. Or is there? Sometimes there is.

No privacy? Eh.. who needs privacy- makes going to the bathroom so much less lonely, right?

Hardly anytime to yourself? What were you doing that was that important anyway? Having your own life? That's pretty selfish of you, don't you think?

Your child's possessions and toys take over every square inch of your home? Whatever, you didn't really need all that junk you had (besides, you don't have anytime for yourself, remember?).

Getting up every 2 or 3 hours, for months on end, with an infant? Tending to a miserably sick kiddo 24 hours a day? Pssh.. sleep is such a waste of time. And aren't dark circles under your eyes en vogue this season?

And.. what happens when you, yourself, are sick. Who takes care of YOU?

I have found myself sick, again. Two days ago Lily sneezed all day long, went to bed, woke up, and was fine. Now I have a headache, body aches, runny nose, and all sorts of awesomeness. So who takes care of me?
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