Friday, January 28, 2011
BEST. VIDEO. EVER.
My cats are amazing. We were so concerned that they would hate Jack and want nothing to do with him. It's simply awesome that Jack can now fully interact with them, especially Strider.
When he says "kiki" he means "kitty" and that's what he says while army crawling after them all day. They know what it means and proceed to run away; always keeping just out of reach.
My opinion matters darn it!
I refuse to swear in a blog title.
That being said, I've been having a rough couple of days.
As a loud mouthed, full grown, snarky bitch, I'm used to being heard. Lately, it's as though no one listens to me anymore. This causes me to become cranky, foul and downright pissed off. Between my husband's apparent ear muffling lately and this horrible problem that's been going down, I'm about at my wit's end.
Case in point: My opinion has been asked upon as of late. As in, SPECIFICALLY ASKED WHAT I THINK ABOUT SOMETHING. My responses have been ignored or completely shot down. Even though they make sense. I'm very frustrated and about on the verge of giving up. If I suggest positive change, it just won't work for the mere fact that it requires work to change something that is so completely broken it's not even funny.
I don't like this feeling. I don't like not being heard and being talked down to. I don't like not being able to remove myself completely of this situation. I'm literally trapped with nowhere to go. There is no exit in the near or feasibly distant future.
For reasons that should be quite obvious, if you know what I'm talking about, please don't comment. Feel free to shoot me an email or fb message or something a bit less...public.
Also, school was canceled today. Because of the snow. Effing snow. I LOVE the snow but seeing as the amount is increasing and adding to my level of stress, I'm a bit perturbed at it right now. This makes for 2 of the 4 classes we've had so far. And no school on Tuesday because of an "all college day" whatever the hell that is. At least it's not like public school and we won't have to make the days up at the end of the semester. However, it makes for MTEL prep that much harder. I have to find out if I can take a prep course because I really don't think this math class is going to do it for me. I took the first class so long ago and have already learned everything that we're relearning now. It's ridiculous and a complete waste of money.
Jack is learning so much so fast lately. He can squat (so cute, I will post a photo later), say "kitty" after a few days hiatus from the word, WAVE and ohmigoodness it's so freakin' cute! He's also getting much more skilled at cruising. We definitely think he'll be walking before his first birthday. It's wonderful and so sad at the same time. I want him to advance and develop and all that but I can't help wanting him to stay exactly how he is. All cute and pudgy and sweet.
That being said, I've been having a rough couple of days.
As a loud mouthed, full grown, snarky bitch, I'm used to being heard. Lately, it's as though no one listens to me anymore. This causes me to become cranky, foul and downright pissed off. Between my husband's apparent ear muffling lately and this horrible problem that's been going down, I'm about at my wit's end.
Case in point: My opinion has been asked upon as of late. As in, SPECIFICALLY ASKED WHAT I THINK ABOUT SOMETHING. My responses have been ignored or completely shot down. Even though they make sense. I'm very frustrated and about on the verge of giving up. If I suggest positive change, it just won't work for the mere fact that it requires work to change something that is so completely broken it's not even funny.
I don't like this feeling. I don't like not being heard and being talked down to. I don't like not being able to remove myself completely of this situation. I'm literally trapped with nowhere to go. There is no exit in the near or feasibly distant future.
For reasons that should be quite obvious, if you know what I'm talking about, please don't comment. Feel free to shoot me an email or fb message or something a bit less...public.
Also, school was canceled today. Because of the snow. Effing snow. I LOVE the snow but seeing as the amount is increasing and adding to my level of stress, I'm a bit perturbed at it right now. This makes for 2 of the 4 classes we've had so far. And no school on Tuesday because of an "all college day" whatever the hell that is. At least it's not like public school and we won't have to make the days up at the end of the semester. However, it makes for MTEL prep that much harder. I have to find out if I can take a prep course because I really don't think this math class is going to do it for me. I took the first class so long ago and have already learned everything that we're relearning now. It's ridiculous and a complete waste of money.
Jack is learning so much so fast lately. He can squat (so cute, I will post a photo later), say "kitty" after a few days hiatus from the word, WAVE and ohmigoodness it's so freakin' cute! He's also getting much more skilled at cruising. We definitely think he'll be walking before his first birthday. It's wonderful and so sad at the same time. I want him to advance and develop and all that but I can't help wanting him to stay exactly how he is. All cute and pudgy and sweet.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
School!
Has officially begun. This is awesome. It's my last semester at community college before moving onto a 4-year.
A brief history of my schooling:
I wasn't really ready to commit to school after graduating from high school. I went to medical assisting school and graduated from there after roughly a year (closer to 9 months, but I'll round up) with my certificate. Not a real degree. Took a giant ass test later on and became certified. This went nowhere. I couldn't really drop the idea that I wasn't doing what I wanted with life.
Fast forward...6 or so years. Get married, enroll in school. This was a fantastic idea. It's been nearly 3 years and I'm just about done. I graduate this Spring. This is INSANE.
I never thought I'd be here. I never thought I'd actually go through with college. I guess because I'm actually paying for it myself makes a huge difference. Now, I have Jack to think about. I am no longer doing this for myself or Todd. Now it's all for Jack and ensuring that he has the best possible future. In order to do that, I need a job. One that pays money. And isn't minimum wage.
I know that teachers don't get paid the best. However, I fully believe that to enjoy doing something it should be done for free. I love being a mom. My payment? Watching Jack light up and giggle to get to me when I walk in the door after school. Or watching him be so proud of himself that he can now STAND UP AND CRUISE WITH ONE HAND!!! I feel the same way about becoming a teacher. I want to see kids' faces light up when they learn something new.
I thoroughly want to get through the remainder of school while taking a full load. I would hope to get finished in two years. Thus far, I've taken 3 years to finish my Associates.
ON MUCH HAPPIER AND MORE RELEVANT NEWS:
Jack is cruising. As in, officially. It's amazing. We're sure he'll be walking before he's 1. He's also becoming a walking disaster. He definitely gets his mother's balance. He bonks into everything. Today, he fell into his push wagon and may possibly have a black eye tomorrow. Kids are supposed to be scratched and bruised, right? It's all part of learning and becoming a full on person? I hope so....
He's still not crawling with his belly off the floor. He's a little army crawler and we've decided it's okay. Seeing as he seems to be completely skipping crawling and moving right onto walking we figure it'll just come in sometime after.
He's still working on his top teeth. Last night he was up until 1:30 AM and woke up at 6:30. Dear lord. Thank goodness I now have an amazing babysitter and she loves and adores my child. She did get to see him throw a full on fit today and found it as amusing as I do. He throws his little body on the floor, buries his face into something and flails his entire body around like a floppy dying fish. It's sad and hilarious all at once.
Well, it's time for bed. We're supposed to get dumped with another 1/2 foot of snow tonight. YAY! Wondering where the hell they're gonna put it all.
A brief history of my schooling:
I wasn't really ready to commit to school after graduating from high school. I went to medical assisting school and graduated from there after roughly a year (closer to 9 months, but I'll round up) with my certificate. Not a real degree. Took a giant ass test later on and became certified. This went nowhere. I couldn't really drop the idea that I wasn't doing what I wanted with life.
Fast forward...6 or so years. Get married, enroll in school. This was a fantastic idea. It's been nearly 3 years and I'm just about done. I graduate this Spring. This is INSANE.
I never thought I'd be here. I never thought I'd actually go through with college. I guess because I'm actually paying for it myself makes a huge difference. Now, I have Jack to think about. I am no longer doing this for myself or Todd. Now it's all for Jack and ensuring that he has the best possible future. In order to do that, I need a job. One that pays money. And isn't minimum wage.
I know that teachers don't get paid the best. However, I fully believe that to enjoy doing something it should be done for free. I love being a mom. My payment? Watching Jack light up and giggle to get to me when I walk in the door after school. Or watching him be so proud of himself that he can now STAND UP AND CRUISE WITH ONE HAND!!! I feel the same way about becoming a teacher. I want to see kids' faces light up when they learn something new.
I thoroughly want to get through the remainder of school while taking a full load. I would hope to get finished in two years. Thus far, I've taken 3 years to finish my Associates.
ON MUCH HAPPIER AND MORE RELEVANT NEWS:
Jack is cruising. As in, officially. It's amazing. We're sure he'll be walking before he's 1. He's also becoming a walking disaster. He definitely gets his mother's balance. He bonks into everything. Today, he fell into his push wagon and may possibly have a black eye tomorrow. Kids are supposed to be scratched and bruised, right? It's all part of learning and becoming a full on person? I hope so....
He's still not crawling with his belly off the floor. He's a little army crawler and we've decided it's okay. Seeing as he seems to be completely skipping crawling and moving right onto walking we figure it'll just come in sometime after.
He's still working on his top teeth. Last night he was up until 1:30 AM and woke up at 6:30. Dear lord. Thank goodness I now have an amazing babysitter and she loves and adores my child. She did get to see him throw a full on fit today and found it as amusing as I do. He throws his little body on the floor, buries his face into something and flails his entire body around like a floppy dying fish. It's sad and hilarious all at once.
Well, it's time for bed. We're supposed to get dumped with another 1/2 foot of snow tonight. YAY! Wondering where the hell they're gonna put it all.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Why I love my husband
Of course, there are many reasons that I love Todd. However, I feel that sometimes when the day just sucks and things go wrong, I don't always verbalize how much I love him or how awesome he is. It's not always easy to set time aside for ourselves anymore. He works and I sleep and the baby occupies the time in between.
Today, for example: I asked Todd if he thought I should wear my boots. I figured since he had been outside earlier in the day, he would know. He said "no" and I took that as it being not too bad outside. Against my better judgement and knowing that Todd doesn't view the world the same way I do (I hate when my pant legs get wet...he doesn't seem to mind) I skipped the boots. I was carrying Jack and slipping all over the place. My horribly crappy near threadbare shoes were leaking and my feet were getting wet and cold and I threw a hissy fit.
Now is probably a good time to mention the bitch is in town. Not that my monthly visitor is any excuse to yell at my husband, but it is a contributing factor. Honestly, you'd think after 8 years of being together that he'd know the right answer to a seemingly simple question.
Todd very lovingly went upstairs and got my boots for me. We proceeded to the Olive Garden. The roads were fine and we were able to enjoy an absolutely delicious dinner.
Fast forward to 11PM. Jack is refusing to go to sleep despite rubbing his little fists in his eyes and fussing (screaming as though demons are eating his soul.) Todd and I take turns every 5-10 minutes of screaming to soothe the baby; he kept offering to hold Jack so my back wouldn't hurt.
See, Jack is still on Seattle time and putting him to bed at 11 is THREE hours earlier than he has been used to for the last 10 days. We are working our way back to a 9:30 bedtime but it will be a slow process and we know it. We managed to put the baby to bed without bickering about doing something wrong and Todd even voluntarily helps put all of Jack's clothes and accessories away.
On a happy note, Jack's Radio Flyer push wagon came today. He can step with it much better than the plastic walker thing. I think he likes the clicking sound the wheels make. Post photos later. He was a walking machine tonight and wouldn't pose for the camera.
Today, for example: I asked Todd if he thought I should wear my boots. I figured since he had been outside earlier in the day, he would know. He said "no" and I took that as it being not too bad outside. Against my better judgement and knowing that Todd doesn't view the world the same way I do (I hate when my pant legs get wet...he doesn't seem to mind) I skipped the boots. I was carrying Jack and slipping all over the place. My horribly crappy near threadbare shoes were leaking and my feet were getting wet and cold and I threw a hissy fit.
Now is probably a good time to mention the bitch is in town. Not that my monthly visitor is any excuse to yell at my husband, but it is a contributing factor. Honestly, you'd think after 8 years of being together that he'd know the right answer to a seemingly simple question.
Todd very lovingly went upstairs and got my boots for me. We proceeded to the Olive Garden. The roads were fine and we were able to enjoy an absolutely delicious dinner.
Fast forward to 11PM. Jack is refusing to go to sleep despite rubbing his little fists in his eyes and fussing (screaming as though demons are eating his soul.) Todd and I take turns every 5-10 minutes of screaming to soothe the baby; he kept offering to hold Jack so my back wouldn't hurt.
See, Jack is still on Seattle time and putting him to bed at 11 is THREE hours earlier than he has been used to for the last 10 days. We are working our way back to a 9:30 bedtime but it will be a slow process and we know it. We managed to put the baby to bed without bickering about doing something wrong and Todd even voluntarily helps put all of Jack's clothes and accessories away.
On a happy note, Jack's Radio Flyer push wagon came today. He can step with it much better than the plastic walker thing. I think he likes the clicking sound the wheels make. Post photos later. He was a walking machine tonight and wouldn't pose for the camera.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Flying with babies
Is actually not that bad. The only thing I can recommend is when flying alone to purchase a seat for the baby. Especially on a trip longer than two hours.
The flight from Providence to Midway was great. It was like 1/2 full, so the baby got his own seat and I got to bring his carseat with us. Overall, I have an awesome baby. He screamed only while we were waiting on the ramp to board the plane. The reason for this was he was strapped in his carseat and we weren't moving. As soon as I pulled his seat from the stroller and began carrying him, he was awesome. And remained awesome.
The flight from Midway to Seattle was good; Jack slept most of the trip and had just a quick fussy period while fighting sleep. The bad part was holding the sleeping baby in a position for over three hours while fighting sleep myself. Keeping Jack in a comfortable position as not to drop him on the filthy plane floor was tricky. I was able to place him on the middle seat and take a quick nap myself. However, being the paranoid mama that I am, I was unable to leave him for fear that he would roll off the seat.
We got in a bit late and the Seattle airport, for whatever reason, was the busiest airport in the world last night. It was nuts. By the time we actually left the airport, it was nearly 11 (west coast time...) I was STARVING. We stopped at McDonalds and after eating and a quik visit, Jack and I finally got to sleep around 1am. This is 4am MY TIME. I was so tired. Then, Jack decided it was awesome to wake up at 6:30. Great. He actually "slept in" beause his normal wake up time is around 8. However, he refused to go back to sleep.
I was able to get a nap from around 8ish til noon. Nana fed him breakfast and gave him juice, he took a nap and then we played after I woke up. He's down for another nap now. It's been nice and low key so far. Rainy and cold, just like Seattle is supposed to be. I miss my husband and my friends, but I'm determined to have a good trip.
The flight from Providence to Midway was great. It was like 1/2 full, so the baby got his own seat and I got to bring his carseat with us. Overall, I have an awesome baby. He screamed only while we were waiting on the ramp to board the plane. The reason for this was he was strapped in his carseat and we weren't moving. As soon as I pulled his seat from the stroller and began carrying him, he was awesome. And remained awesome.
The flight from Midway to Seattle was good; Jack slept most of the trip and had just a quick fussy period while fighting sleep. The bad part was holding the sleeping baby in a position for over three hours while fighting sleep myself. Keeping Jack in a comfortable position as not to drop him on the filthy plane floor was tricky. I was able to place him on the middle seat and take a quick nap myself. However, being the paranoid mama that I am, I was unable to leave him for fear that he would roll off the seat.
We got in a bit late and the Seattle airport, for whatever reason, was the busiest airport in the world last night. It was nuts. By the time we actually left the airport, it was nearly 11 (west coast time...) I was STARVING. We stopped at McDonalds and after eating and a quik visit, Jack and I finally got to sleep around 1am. This is 4am MY TIME. I was so tired. Then, Jack decided it was awesome to wake up at 6:30. Great. He actually "slept in" beause his normal wake up time is around 8. However, he refused to go back to sleep.
I was able to get a nap from around 8ish til noon. Nana fed him breakfast and gave him juice, he took a nap and then we played after I woke up. He's down for another nap now. It's been nice and low key so far. Rainy and cold, just like Seattle is supposed to be. I miss my husband and my friends, but I'm determined to have a good trip.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
It's the new year, I should write something profound...
But I won't.
Our holiday season started out with the trip to grandmom's house in NJ. We made it in time for Todd's 30th birthday and it was a good night. Dinner with friends and family and antibiotics.
Two days before Christmas...Jack is in the throws of his first cold and is boogery and surprisingly not that cranky. Todd is diagnosed with mild bronchitis and a possible sinus infection. I begin to feel awful and that night, I run a fever. I NEVER RUN FEVERS.
Christmas Eve...I go to the Walgreens minute clinic-WHICH IS AWESOME-and find out that I'm developing the illness that has struck my two boys and have an ear infection. Thankfully Jack didn't progress beyond the sinus congestion and general snottiness. Which was gross.
There are few things in life that truly gross me out and make me gag/dry heave (when not pregnant, that is) and the worst is snot. I was a preschool teacher in high school and discovered that kids being able to blow bubbles with their snot is one of the most disgusting, vile, icky things ever. I get nauseous merely thinking about it. Jack wasn't horrible, but had a few projectile sneezes. I apologize for grossing anyone out, but my blog is about parenting and parenting doesn't just include kisses and "mama" and crawling. There are gross things too. In my view, snot is the worst.
Christmas...ROCKED. Jack got lots of gifts and it was so neat to see what everyone got him. He didn't really have much of an interest in the gifts, or the paper, but mostly for the boxes. HE LOVES BOXES. It was neat to see how he responded to all of the stimulation and of course, he was amazing. I swear I don't know how Todd and I ended up with the world's most chill baby, but we did and we are so thankful for it.
Jack has started to show some separation anxiety though. If there are many people in a room and mommy leaves, he's okay. If it's just say...my MIL, Todd and I he will freak if I'm not around. It's awesome that all he wants is me, but it makes for doing simple things like going to the bathroom a bit tricky. We'll see how things turn out when Todd goes back to work and I'm back on my own during the days.
Only 5 more days until Jack and I leave for Seattle. I'm both excited and nervous. I am really nervous about flying alone with an 8 month old. I hope he's as awesome as he was during his first flight. Because that would be great.
We celebrated New Years with new friends and it was pretty cool (I think I've used "awesome" too many times this post and can't think of another superlative at the moment) and I drank for the first time in well over a year. I decided it was okay to give the baby a formula bottle so that I could enjoy a night of fun. He seemed to do just fine and slept fantastic last night. Hopefully that repeats tonight.
Our holiday season started out with the trip to grandmom's house in NJ. We made it in time for Todd's 30th birthday and it was a good night. Dinner with friends and family and antibiotics.
Two days before Christmas...Jack is in the throws of his first cold and is boogery and surprisingly not that cranky. Todd is diagnosed with mild bronchitis and a possible sinus infection. I begin to feel awful and that night, I run a fever. I NEVER RUN FEVERS.
Christmas Eve...I go to the Walgreens minute clinic-WHICH IS AWESOME-and find out that I'm developing the illness that has struck my two boys and have an ear infection. Thankfully Jack didn't progress beyond the sinus congestion and general snottiness. Which was gross.
There are few things in life that truly gross me out and make me gag/dry heave (when not pregnant, that is) and the worst is snot. I was a preschool teacher in high school and discovered that kids being able to blow bubbles with their snot is one of the most disgusting, vile, icky things ever. I get nauseous merely thinking about it. Jack wasn't horrible, but had a few projectile sneezes. I apologize for grossing anyone out, but my blog is about parenting and parenting doesn't just include kisses and "mama" and crawling. There are gross things too. In my view, snot is the worst.
Christmas...ROCKED. Jack got lots of gifts and it was so neat to see what everyone got him. He didn't really have much of an interest in the gifts, or the paper, but mostly for the boxes. HE LOVES BOXES. It was neat to see how he responded to all of the stimulation and of course, he was amazing. I swear I don't know how Todd and I ended up with the world's most chill baby, but we did and we are so thankful for it.
Jack has started to show some separation anxiety though. If there are many people in a room and mommy leaves, he's okay. If it's just say...my MIL, Todd and I he will freak if I'm not around. It's awesome that all he wants is me, but it makes for doing simple things like going to the bathroom a bit tricky. We'll see how things turn out when Todd goes back to work and I'm back on my own during the days.
Only 5 more days until Jack and I leave for Seattle. I'm both excited and nervous. I am really nervous about flying alone with an 8 month old. I hope he's as awesome as he was during his first flight. Because that would be great.
We celebrated New Years with new friends and it was pretty cool (I think I've used "awesome" too many times this post and can't think of another superlative at the moment) and I drank for the first time in well over a year. I decided it was okay to give the baby a formula bottle so that I could enjoy a night of fun. He seemed to do just fine and slept fantastic last night. Hopefully that repeats tonight.
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