So, we were at an Applebee's today, enjoying a nice late afternoon meal - thank you 2 for $20! - and out of nowhere The Husband got creamed. Yea, I mean it, literally creamed.
I had ordered some coffee and creamer. The Wee One loves to play with those little creamers so I gave her one to keep her occupied. Then, while we are waiting for our meals to arrive, I notice that she has it in her mouth and I tought, "that could be a problem." Just as I say "Honey, you better get that from her." She bites down and it sprays all over the side of The Husband's face! It was classic! Little white dots of creamer from his hair all the way down to his shoulder, with a particularly large amount on his cheek.
Being the super sweet wife that I am...I laughed my freakin head off! I guess he didn't realize she had that to begin with - he was watching the USA/Canada hockey game above us - so the look on his face when he got "creamed" was priceless. If only I had the wits to pull out my phone and get a pic - dang!
Beware the little creamer!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Bummer to be sick
My baby has an ear infection. Boo! Last night was rough. I mean really, really rough. She doesn't typically sleep straight through the night - usually she wakes up at least once needing water. Sometimes I think we need to break this, but then we do live in a freakin DRY climate and I frequently wake up needing a drink so I don't mind it too much from her (and yes, we do use humidifiers).
I digress...so anyway, last night she woke up on a regular basis throughout the night and was not consoled by anything. Most of this was accompanied by down right crying. For note...she's not typically a big crier. She fusses, but she doesn't often just wail. Last night she did.
Needless to say, we felt that warranted a visit to the doctor. So today, off we went to see the doc. Her regular doc was out so we saw one of the other docs at the clinic. I think he actually might have been older than Moses. Regardless, he was very nice and helpful. Listened to my concerns and then checked her out. Yep, red ears. The first wasn't too bad, but when he looked in the second he said "Wow, that's a very, very red ear." Of course her throat was then also inflamed.
Poor baby....she actually had to get a shot. Right on the bottom. I gotta tell you, she did not like that and boy did she ever give the nurse a dirty look. The Wee One has been practicing her dirty looks since she was about 6 months old so I can tell you, it was a good one. She wailed and then fairly quickly got over it as she does with most shots. By the time we left the room, she was walking down the hall, still a little pout, but ultimately fine. We hit Wally-World and Sonic and by the time I hit the house, she was out. Tonight has already gone so much better that I really feel she will be on a quick recovery path. YIPPEE!
I digress...so anyway, last night she woke up on a regular basis throughout the night and was not consoled by anything. Most of this was accompanied by down right crying. For note...she's not typically a big crier. She fusses, but she doesn't often just wail. Last night she did.
Needless to say, we felt that warranted a visit to the doctor. So today, off we went to see the doc. Her regular doc was out so we saw one of the other docs at the clinic. I think he actually might have been older than Moses. Regardless, he was very nice and helpful. Listened to my concerns and then checked her out. Yep, red ears. The first wasn't too bad, but when he looked in the second he said "Wow, that's a very, very red ear." Of course her throat was then also inflamed.
Poor baby....she actually had to get a shot. Right on the bottom. I gotta tell you, she did not like that and boy did she ever give the nurse a dirty look. The Wee One has been practicing her dirty looks since she was about 6 months old so I can tell you, it was a good one. She wailed and then fairly quickly got over it as she does with most shots. By the time we left the room, she was walking down the hall, still a little pout, but ultimately fine. We hit Wally-World and Sonic and by the time I hit the house, she was out. Tonight has already gone so much better that I really feel she will be on a quick recovery path. YIPPEE!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Ponderings
Break time! So, as mentioned at some point along the way, I am currently working on my dissertation for my Ed.D. in Higher Education. I know...you're jealous! But, let me reassure you, it's not all rainbows and butterflies. HA! I have finally completed the biggest portion of my data collection - 368 institutions. The good times never stop around here! Therefore, I am taking a quick break to have a bag of popcorn. This ultimately brings me to my point of blogging today.
As I sit here, taking, in my opinion, my very well-deserved break, I find myself thinking about my weight. I know, it might seem like an odd thing to consider, but let's be honest...as a women, it is something that is on most of our minds on a regular basis. I'm sitting here, eating my popcorn (which is a personal favorite), and wishfully thinking about some delicious Sonic food and drinks. Crazy! That then makes me think about the current situtation of my weight.
While in no way am I "fat", I have put on some extra pounds in the last few years. It started before the pregnancy and then for some odd reason, I seemed to keep on gaining. Hum. I did great after The Wee One arrived and actually got to a weight UNDER my pre-prego weight. Glorious! Then...it started coming back. Boo!
I am currently at a moderate weight, but not a particularly ideal one for my BMI. So, logically I know I need to lose a little to be healthy. However, I'm not particularly unhealthy either. On the whole, I eat fairly well. I don't eat a lot of fast food (anymore), I don't eat a lot of sugars, I could probably up my veggie intake. I've even cut way back on my sodas. I usually only drink about one a week now and I'm working on dropping that to just the occasional beverage.
So why is this on my mind? Two things. (1) I'm in a wedding this coming May and while I know it isn't about me, I definitely don't want to look bad in the pictures that will be around for the rest of my life since it is a family wedding. (2) I know I will be seeing certain family members within the next few months that are super obessed with how people look. Should I care? No. But in reality, I do. I just don't want to hear their little comments about how I should work out with them or the sometimes more blunt statements of "you should loose some weight."
Please don't think ill of my family. They have their fine points and their not-so-fine points just like everyone else. However, it is frustrating to hear that crap. So, here is my inner response:
"I like myself. I'm proud of my accomplishments. I am okay with being a little "over-weight" for now. If I choose to gain a few pounds while being at home with my child and working on my doctorate, who should care but me."
That's my new personal statement - how do you like it?
As I sit here, taking, in my opinion, my very well-deserved break, I find myself thinking about my weight. I know, it might seem like an odd thing to consider, but let's be honest...as a women, it is something that is on most of our minds on a regular basis. I'm sitting here, eating my popcorn (which is a personal favorite), and wishfully thinking about some delicious Sonic food and drinks. Crazy! That then makes me think about the current situtation of my weight.
While in no way am I "fat", I have put on some extra pounds in the last few years. It started before the pregnancy and then for some odd reason, I seemed to keep on gaining. Hum. I did great after The Wee One arrived and actually got to a weight UNDER my pre-prego weight. Glorious! Then...it started coming back. Boo!
I am currently at a moderate weight, but not a particularly ideal one for my BMI. So, logically I know I need to lose a little to be healthy. However, I'm not particularly unhealthy either. On the whole, I eat fairly well. I don't eat a lot of fast food (anymore), I don't eat a lot of sugars, I could probably up my veggie intake. I've even cut way back on my sodas. I usually only drink about one a week now and I'm working on dropping that to just the occasional beverage.
So why is this on my mind? Two things. (1) I'm in a wedding this coming May and while I know it isn't about me, I definitely don't want to look bad in the pictures that will be around for the rest of my life since it is a family wedding. (2) I know I will be seeing certain family members within the next few months that are super obessed with how people look. Should I care? No. But in reality, I do. I just don't want to hear their little comments about how I should work out with them or the sometimes more blunt statements of "you should loose some weight."
Please don't think ill of my family. They have their fine points and their not-so-fine points just like everyone else. However, it is frustrating to hear that crap. So, here is my inner response:
"I like myself. I'm proud of my accomplishments. I am okay with being a little "over-weight" for now. If I choose to gain a few pounds while being at home with my child and working on my doctorate, who should care but me."
That's my new personal statement - how do you like it?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
No, no, no
I just read a friend's blog about her son skirting the edges of the terrible two's. I have been told that these actually start around 18 months, not 24 so it makes sense that those of us who have little toddlers should be seeing some signs of what's to come.
We have not seen the extreme outbursts yet, but I will not be surprised if they show up in the next few months. Up to this point the biggest meltdown has been a little bit pathetic cry whenever something happens to her favorite show - Nemo.
The funny thing that she has been doing lately is the "no" treatment. Today, she kept whining about milk on the way home from Mother's Day Out. So, we get home, I ask her if she wants some milk, she says "milk" and she follows me to the kitchen. I pour it and then hand it to her with the standard, "Say 'thank you'." She stand directly in front of me and turns her head (if her hair was long enough it would flip) and says "no". So I ask again. "No." Today it was not funny, just slightly annoying. Last night when she did it with her banana, it was hilarious! I totally get what my friends mean about trying hard not to laugh. She does this "no" bit for 3 or 4 times and then she walks off a little bit and then returns to get whatever it was she wanted. (NOTE: Trying to be a good parent, I have decided to let you say "no" twice and then just set the item down and ignore the rest - I hope this works).
Terrible two's....bring it! (Okay, not really...just a slight showing would be more than plenty.)
We have not seen the extreme outbursts yet, but I will not be surprised if they show up in the next few months. Up to this point the biggest meltdown has been a little bit pathetic cry whenever something happens to her favorite show - Nemo.
The funny thing that she has been doing lately is the "no" treatment. Today, she kept whining about milk on the way home from Mother's Day Out. So, we get home, I ask her if she wants some milk, she says "milk" and she follows me to the kitchen. I pour it and then hand it to her with the standard, "Say 'thank you'." She stand directly in front of me and turns her head (if her hair was long enough it would flip) and says "no". So I ask again. "No." Today it was not funny, just slightly annoying. Last night when she did it with her banana, it was hilarious! I totally get what my friends mean about trying hard not to laugh. She does this "no" bit for 3 or 4 times and then she walks off a little bit and then returns to get whatever it was she wanted. (NOTE: Trying to be a good parent, I have decided to let you say "no" twice and then just set the item down and ignore the rest - I hope this works).
Terrible two's....bring it! (Okay, not really...just a slight showing would be more than plenty.)
When you say nothing at all...
So, I'm sitting here on the couch with a million things to do and all I can think about is posting something. I really don't have anything in particular to say, but the urge is calling so I have decided to let my creative juices flow and see what happens.
We had a wonderful weekend! All three of us. The Wee One spent the weekend visiting family members - first her Nana, then her AuntE, Gindy, and cousins, then Saturday she switched to her Grandma and PawPaw. Apparentely, she has grown up enough to be able to handle all that change. She had a great time. She was goofy and happy the whole weekend. YIPPEE!
The Husband and I were in Taos, NM to spend some time alone and to ski and visit with friends. Met a crew up there and had a wonderful time! The slopes were awesome and the snow during the day, while cold, made the runs a lot of fun. Spent some time in the bar to warm up and had some laughs. Much needed!
Now back to reality. The house is a wreck, the car is only half unloaded, the dishes need to be done, classes need to be taught, dinner needs to be made, papers need to be graded, dissertations need to be written. Yahoo - here we go!
We had a wonderful weekend! All three of us. The Wee One spent the weekend visiting family members - first her Nana, then her AuntE, Gindy, and cousins, then Saturday she switched to her Grandma and PawPaw. Apparentely, she has grown up enough to be able to handle all that change. She had a great time. She was goofy and happy the whole weekend. YIPPEE!
The Husband and I were in Taos, NM to spend some time alone and to ski and visit with friends. Met a crew up there and had a wonderful time! The slopes were awesome and the snow during the day, while cold, made the runs a lot of fun. Spent some time in the bar to warm up and had some laughs. Much needed!
Now back to reality. The house is a wreck, the car is only half unloaded, the dishes need to be done, classes need to be taught, dinner needs to be made, papers need to be graded, dissertations need to be written. Yahoo - here we go!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A future gymnast?
As I sit here watching the 2010 Olympics (with a short break for one of my favorite shows, Psych) I can't help by think about the possible future of The Wee One. I believe most parents go through this - questioning the different potentials of their children - so please don't think I am obsessing about my child or planning her life for her.
The Wee One is particularly obsessed with bouncing and walking on the window sill (with help of course). As we started getting snow a few weeks back, I would lift her up on the window sill so she could watch it fall. She then started asking to be lifted up there to say bye to Daddy. Then she started wanting to "walk" it. She holds onto my side and we walk forward to the curtain and then she walks backward to the other curtain. Of course, her balance isn't great yet and she is holding on to me (and I to her), but I find it very interesting that she likes this balancing act.
Her bouncing is a trip! She is officially into a twin bed instead of a crib and she LOVES to climb onto the bed and then start jumping around like a crazy person. It brings her great glee and she is fairly good at getting both feet off the bed and then falling to her bum. I think she will love a trampoline when she is old enough!
How cool would it be if someday we see The Wee One at the Olympics? Something to think about....
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