I forgot to mention that Penn never heard back about that job in my mother's small college town in central Washington. We were all mildly bummed about it, but the major silver lining was that Penn wouldn't have to leave his current job before Christmas bonus time (about 15% of his total salary). We count on that money for our annual retirement and college saving plans.
Trusting God's plan for your life has so many benefits, including making it easy to gracefully accept disappointment. We got over it pretty quickly and he has applied for a job in Wisconsin that sounds amazing.
This morning I checked his e-mail (I'm his "PR" person, you see) to see if he'd heard anything new about the Wisconsin job. Instead there was an e-mail from the hiring manager for the Washington position to see if he was still interested in that job. They pushed the hiring date back and are just now moving on with interviews. So he'll be interviewing next week.
It would be pretty amazing if he got this job, in such a perfect location, AND we were able to keep that bonus!
But, if not, we are both totally excited about moving to a small Wisconsin resort town, especially since the house that is part of the compensation package is right on the lake! And it pays much more than the Washington job and comes with a vehicle, which is not the most important factor, but would be a nice consolation prize!
And if neither job works out then I'm sure something else will pop up. Gotta trust a God that is as good as our God!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Smooth Move, Ex-Lax!
I'm sitting in my husband's recliner, watching Sesame Street. Why am I watching Sesame Street, you may ask, since Nicknack isn't even in the room, as he's getting a bath in preparation for his 18 month check-up later this morning. I can't give him said bath or even get up to find the remote and change the channel because I have done something strange to my ankle.
This morning I got up early so I could get in a good workout and clean the house, which is looking extra untidy this week. Alas, 3/4 of the way through my power walk DVD my ankle gave out on me and as my entire weight fell on it, at a strange angle, I heard (or felt, not sure which) a sickening crunch.
I'm SO BUMMED. SO SO SO BUMMED. For so many reasons.
At first, because of the pain. Ouch. But now that my husband's pain meds have kicked in it feels much better. Thank heavens for my husband's hernia surgery pills.
The second reason is because almost every time I start to get into an exercise routine I have an injury setback. Last time it was running and I developed Plantar Fasciitis. Which ended my short-lived (but in my mind ,glorious!), running career almost completely. The first of such injuries was In college when I actually got to the point where I could squeeze myself into a size 6 (I kept the pants, as proof) - which, for me, is totally tiny. Then I sprained my ankle playing soccer in the dormitory hall with a boy I had a crush on. No more aerobics and I quickly regained all the weight I'd lost. And there have been a couple of other incidents in between.
I hope my foot isn't broken. I did break my foot in junior high school at cheerleading practice, but that was only because I was trying to prove that I could do the same tumbling pass as the squad captain. Despite the fact that she was a lifelong gymnast and I was a complete amateur. It looked so easy, you know? I would like to point out that I did land the tumbling pass, before crumpling to the floor.
Another huge reason I'm bummed? Tennis. Oh, tennis. How I will miss you for how ever long my ankle will keep us apart. As I may have mentioned, I heart tennis. I've been taking lessons once or twice a week and renting the ball machine at the club once or twice a week. If I could, I would play tennis seven days a week. So I'm super distressed about not being able to play.
Finally, there is Nicknack. I saved the most important thing for last. How am I going to take care of him and the house when I can't even drive? Or walk. Penn had to help me get in the shower this morning. I had to get in there and shave my legs, since a doctor and/or nurse will be checking out my foot in a couple of hours!
Anyway, I'm totally bummed and hoping that this is a very short-lived injury and that I can wear an aircast or something like that. That is isn't broken and I'll be able to resume my normal household duties asap!
My lovely Mother-in-Law is coming to help me today, and to stay with Nicknack while Penn takes me to the doctors' office. Thank heavens she isn't the judgemental type, since the house isn't in tip top shape. I do plan to crawl around and tidy up (I wonder if I can vacuum on my hands and knees) as soon as my husband leaves the house.
Dang. Penn just came back in from the garage to order me to stay in this chair while he's at the Pediatrician's. He mentioned that he'd better not see anything cleaned up or moved when he comes home.
What if I have to go to the bathroom?
This morning I got up early so I could get in a good workout and clean the house, which is looking extra untidy this week. Alas, 3/4 of the way through my power walk DVD my ankle gave out on me and as my entire weight fell on it, at a strange angle, I heard (or felt, not sure which) a sickening crunch.
I'm SO BUMMED. SO SO SO BUMMED. For so many reasons.
At first, because of the pain. Ouch. But now that my husband's pain meds have kicked in it feels much better. Thank heavens for my husband's hernia surgery pills.
The second reason is because almost every time I start to get into an exercise routine I have an injury setback. Last time it was running and I developed Plantar Fasciitis. Which ended my short-lived (but in my mind ,glorious!), running career almost completely. The first of such injuries was In college when I actually got to the point where I could squeeze myself into a size 6 (I kept the pants, as proof) - which, for me, is totally tiny. Then I sprained my ankle playing soccer in the dormitory hall with a boy I had a crush on. No more aerobics and I quickly regained all the weight I'd lost. And there have been a couple of other incidents in between.
I hope my foot isn't broken. I did break my foot in junior high school at cheerleading practice, but that was only because I was trying to prove that I could do the same tumbling pass as the squad captain. Despite the fact that she was a lifelong gymnast and I was a complete amateur. It looked so easy, you know? I would like to point out that I did land the tumbling pass, before crumpling to the floor.
Another huge reason I'm bummed? Tennis. Oh, tennis. How I will miss you for how ever long my ankle will keep us apart. As I may have mentioned, I heart tennis. I've been taking lessons once or twice a week and renting the ball machine at the club once or twice a week. If I could, I would play tennis seven days a week. So I'm super distressed about not being able to play.
Finally, there is Nicknack. I saved the most important thing for last. How am I going to take care of him and the house when I can't even drive? Or walk. Penn had to help me get in the shower this morning. I had to get in there and shave my legs, since a doctor and/or nurse will be checking out my foot in a couple of hours!
Anyway, I'm totally bummed and hoping that this is a very short-lived injury and that I can wear an aircast or something like that. That is isn't broken and I'll be able to resume my normal household duties asap!
My lovely Mother-in-Law is coming to help me today, and to stay with Nicknack while Penn takes me to the doctors' office. Thank heavens she isn't the judgemental type, since the house isn't in tip top shape. I do plan to crawl around and tidy up (I wonder if I can vacuum on my hands and knees) as soon as my husband leaves the house.
Dang. Penn just came back in from the garage to order me to stay in this chair while he's at the Pediatrician's. He mentioned that he'd better not see anything cleaned up or moved when he comes home.
What if I have to go to the bathroom?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Nicknack's Not Quite 18 Month Letter
Dear Nicholas,
You are just about to turn 18 months and I wanted to record some things about who you are at this stage of your life so I never forget. You and anyone else reading this are likely to find these thoughts incredibly mundane. But to me they are incredibly special and important.
I want you to know how much I like you. Of course, I love you. Every little molecule of you and more than you can imagine. But I also like the person that you are. I appreciate your spirit and enthusiasm for life. You have a lot of oomph. You manage to be both an angel-straight-from-heaven and monkey-like at the same time. It's a pretty nifty combination.
You are an extremely busy, inquisitive, and independent little person. You usually have your mind set about what you want to do and it is difficult to distract you or redirect you. You still throw tantrums when things don't go your way, but we've found that if we give you more freedom you respond better to the things in life that you dislike. For example, instead of picking you up and carrying you to your room, we now tell you its time for night-night or time to change your diaper and you jump up and run there yourself. Once there you are much more willing to be put in your crib or lay down on the changing pad. This is a big difference, since for the past nine months you have thrashed and cried through every single diaper change! I guess it feels more like your idea this way.
After 18 months of being ridiculously doted on by your two old parents, you have become pretty affectionate. We treasure your kisses and hugs and are mildly jealous when the other gets a smooch from you. Whenever you give us a hug we have always said, "aaaaw." So now whenever you hug a person or thing you also say it. You like to hug the big orange stray kitty that we've unofficially adopted and he is so sweet to let you do so. You even like to hug pictures of animals in books. You just put your ear to them and say, "aaw." You like all people (especially Grandpa Wayne and Uncle Harry), but you are just off the charts crazy about animals. You squeal with delight over your Gramsy's dog Maddy and never tire of watching her catch frisbees. You try to throw things for her but you haven't begun to understand that you throw things for her not AT her. You are also smitten with Bebe, our bird, and would love nothing more than to hug him. If only he would let you.
You have been doing a lot of new things lately. You like to imitate some of the things we do, which is very cute. We bought you a play kitchen and you like to pretend to drink out of the cups and say "aaaah!" after each sip. You spend a lot of time brushing your teeth in the morning and before bedtime. You wouldn't let us do it for you (without a tear-filled episode) until you observed your Daddy and decided to try it yourself. Now you are so thorough - sometimes you walk all over the house brushing your teeth for twenty minutes at a time! When the children fall down playing ring around the rosie on one of your videos, so do you. You also take our hands to make us tickle you or give each other five. Which is one of the tricks that you can do now, too.
You're also saying a lot of new words. Of course, only your Dad and I can understand what you're saying most of the time. For example, "apple," "bubble," and "Elmo" all sound remarkably similar. When you saw snow on the television this week you pointed and called it "buh-bos." You also say "oush" and "oh-oh" when you bump your big noggin or drop something. For some reason, shoes are "ish." You've been saying "dah-ee" for Daddy for a long time. When you want him you call for him with a desperate and heartfelt "DAAHH!" You never say Mama at all! But you also say "ooh" for "moo" and can't say "meow," so maybe it's an "M" thing? You say "up!" when you want up and when you want down. You say "haythe" for hat. You also know hot and head, but all three words sound pretty much alike. You say "hiii!" to everyone, everywhere we go and wave and say "biiiiiye" when you're ready to leave or when someone leaves the house. "Kkk!" means yuck and kick, depending on the context. "nmnm!" is no. But you don't respond to no at all, so instead we say "Leave it!" when we want you to leave something alone. And you are pretty compliant most of the time. "goomb-goomb" is gigi (pacifier).
You have most of the animal sounds down. Puppy can be panting or "reff." Cow is "ooh." Sheep and horse are both "ah-ah-ah." Monkey is "ooh-ooh." Our personal favorite is for piggy, which is your interpretation of your Dad saying "oink-oink-oink" very quickly. It's impossible to describe, so I have to catch it on tape. Kind of "bloiybloiybloiy." You even "Weep!" like Bebe. You're version of a quack is "cuhk."
You still have a few food-related quirks like drinking all your milk and juice cups flat on your back on the floor. And you still aren't a great eater, but have gotten much better with your swallowing. Your current favorites are Gramsy's zucchini bread and cranberry sauce. You also like pizza and asparagus, which proves you are my child. We discovered that you love Thanksgiving food, so you have had leftovers for two meals a day for almost a week! When you eat something you like you say, "mmmm!" and when we tell you to use your teeth you say "num-num-num."
Right now is a special time because in some ways you are still a baby, but in many ways you have become a little boy. You love to make noise - banging metal measuring cups on any and everything or just using your voice. You talk to yourself and us all the time in your own beautiful little babble language that Daddy calls "Nicklish." You like to throw and kick balls and run all over the park. You adore rocks and dirt and the great outdoors. You even squished a big fuzzy caterpillar before your Daddy could stop you/save it. You just put out your pointer finger and poked it in the middle until it was two caterpillar halves. :( Sorry, Mr. Caterpillar. You almost always look a little unkempt because of your molars, which cause you to drool and have a wet shirt most of the time. We had to get you another haircut because your fluffy fro got too unmanageable. Your Gramsy was so sad to see your big boy haircut last week.
Your favorite activity is still reading books. You read them several times a day. When you get up in the morning and from your nap we find you in your crib reading. Your favorite is your John Deere farm book, which we are both sick of. You are also really really interested in letters right now. You point to each letter on signs or shirts and "read" them. "D." "S." "E." Sometimes you even get the letters correct. ;) We sing the alphabet song a lot and you say the "a, b, c" and "w, x" parts. You adore Sesame Street and we watch a lot of it around here. You like to point out Elmo whenever you see him in a book or on TV. Today I was trying to figure out what potty chair had apples on it until I realized you were saying Elmo. We didn't buy you the that potty because I thought it might be too distracting - we chose a less exciting model.
You created your first "drawing" with a pen and paper a few weeks ago and it is a masterpiece I will forever cherish. You also enjoy bubbles. You like to play with the telephones and hold the remotes up to your ear. You've accidentally called your Grandma Helen and two of your Daddy's colleagues on the cell phone speed dial and a few weeks ago some unknown lady was on our speaker phone saying, "Hello?" because you'd called her. But she was very nice about it when I explained what happened.
You still love to play peek-a-boo and hide and chase and hang upside down and you have a great time at tumbling class. Although you are the worst in the class at circle time. You sit in my lap for about ten seconds (literally) before going limp (great technique, by the way) or squirming out of my arms. I just let you run around shrieking with delight while the other children sit quietly and cooperatively in their mommy's laps. I admire your gumption, I guess.
You aren't a cooperative child but you are mighty fun and there is never a dull moment around here. You are almost fearless, but your kryptonite is the dust buster and vacuum when they are left out and you play with the buttons and turn them on. They give you quite a start and you scream for help. Oh, that reminds me that last week you got your head stuck in one of the dining room chairs. You're always into things and you can unfold an entire basket of folded laundry and empty a cupboard or drawer in about four seconds flat. You keep us on our toes. We both would love for you to have a brother or sister soon but sometimes we look at each other and laugh and say we must be crazy to think of another baby when the two of us together can barely manage you!
Well, that's you in a nutshell. Your Dad and I are still absolutely ga-ga about you. We have the biggest crush on you and we talk about how precious you are when you're napping and miss you so much when you go to bed that we sometimes go get you from your crib to sleep with us. Even though you totally hog the bed and I end up right on the edge. I love you and I love our little family.
Oh, and the other day at Linens n' Things a woman left her cart and came running out of the store to tell us how beautiful you were and she even gave us her card because she is a modeling agent. So there you go. You would make the world's worst model because you would never sit still for a moment and if you were supposed to be interested in a toy you wouldn't like it and would instead want to look at the photographer's watch and would get red in the face and cry alligator tears about it. And besides, she probably gives a card to every baby she sees. But still.
You are just about to turn 18 months and I wanted to record some things about who you are at this stage of your life so I never forget. You and anyone else reading this are likely to find these thoughts incredibly mundane. But to me they are incredibly special and important.
I want you to know how much I like you. Of course, I love you. Every little molecule of you and more than you can imagine. But I also like the person that you are. I appreciate your spirit and enthusiasm for life. You have a lot of oomph. You manage to be both an angel-straight-from-heaven and monkey-like at the same time. It's a pretty nifty combination.
You are an extremely busy, inquisitive, and independent little person. You usually have your mind set about what you want to do and it is difficult to distract you or redirect you. You still throw tantrums when things don't go your way, but we've found that if we give you more freedom you respond better to the things in life that you dislike. For example, instead of picking you up and carrying you to your room, we now tell you its time for night-night or time to change your diaper and you jump up and run there yourself. Once there you are much more willing to be put in your crib or lay down on the changing pad. This is a big difference, since for the past nine months you have thrashed and cried through every single diaper change! I guess it feels more like your idea this way.
After 18 months of being ridiculously doted on by your two old parents, you have become pretty affectionate. We treasure your kisses and hugs and are mildly jealous when the other gets a smooch from you. Whenever you give us a hug we have always said, "aaaaw." So now whenever you hug a person or thing you also say it. You like to hug the big orange stray kitty that we've unofficially adopted and he is so sweet to let you do so. You even like to hug pictures of animals in books. You just put your ear to them and say, "aaw." You like all people (especially Grandpa Wayne and Uncle Harry), but you are just off the charts crazy about animals. You squeal with delight over your Gramsy's dog Maddy and never tire of watching her catch frisbees. You try to throw things for her but you haven't begun to understand that you throw things for her not AT her. You are also smitten with Bebe, our bird, and would love nothing more than to hug him. If only he would let you.
You have been doing a lot of new things lately. You like to imitate some of the things we do, which is very cute. We bought you a play kitchen and you like to pretend to drink out of the cups and say "aaaah!" after each sip. You spend a lot of time brushing your teeth in the morning and before bedtime. You wouldn't let us do it for you (without a tear-filled episode) until you observed your Daddy and decided to try it yourself. Now you are so thorough - sometimes you walk all over the house brushing your teeth for twenty minutes at a time! When the children fall down playing ring around the rosie on one of your videos, so do you. You also take our hands to make us tickle you or give each other five. Which is one of the tricks that you can do now, too.
You're also saying a lot of new words. Of course, only your Dad and I can understand what you're saying most of the time. For example, "apple," "bubble," and "Elmo" all sound remarkably similar. When you saw snow on the television this week you pointed and called it "buh-bos." You also say "oush" and "oh-oh" when you bump your big noggin or drop something. For some reason, shoes are "ish." You've been saying "dah-ee" for Daddy for a long time. When you want him you call for him with a desperate and heartfelt "DAAHH!" You never say Mama at all! But you also say "ooh" for "moo" and can't say "meow," so maybe it's an "M" thing? You say "up!" when you want up and when you want down. You say "haythe" for hat. You also know hot and head, but all three words sound pretty much alike. You say "hiii!" to everyone, everywhere we go and wave and say "biiiiiye" when you're ready to leave or when someone leaves the house. "Kkk!" means yuck and kick, depending on the context. "nmnm!" is no. But you don't respond to no at all, so instead we say "Leave it!" when we want you to leave something alone. And you are pretty compliant most of the time. "goomb-goomb" is gigi (pacifier).
You have most of the animal sounds down. Puppy can be panting or "reff." Cow is "ooh." Sheep and horse are both "ah-ah-ah." Monkey is "ooh-ooh." Our personal favorite is for piggy, which is your interpretation of your Dad saying "oink-oink-oink" very quickly. It's impossible to describe, so I have to catch it on tape. Kind of "bloiybloiybloiy." You even "Weep!" like Bebe. You're version of a quack is "cuhk."
You still have a few food-related quirks like drinking all your milk and juice cups flat on your back on the floor. And you still aren't a great eater, but have gotten much better with your swallowing. Your current favorites are Gramsy's zucchini bread and cranberry sauce. You also like pizza and asparagus, which proves you are my child. We discovered that you love Thanksgiving food, so you have had leftovers for two meals a day for almost a week! When you eat something you like you say, "mmmm!" and when we tell you to use your teeth you say "num-num-num."
Right now is a special time because in some ways you are still a baby, but in many ways you have become a little boy. You love to make noise - banging metal measuring cups on any and everything or just using your voice. You talk to yourself and us all the time in your own beautiful little babble language that Daddy calls "Nicklish." You like to throw and kick balls and run all over the park. You adore rocks and dirt and the great outdoors. You even squished a big fuzzy caterpillar before your Daddy could stop you/save it. You just put out your pointer finger and poked it in the middle until it was two caterpillar halves. :( Sorry, Mr. Caterpillar. You almost always look a little unkempt because of your molars, which cause you to drool and have a wet shirt most of the time. We had to get you another haircut because your fluffy fro got too unmanageable. Your Gramsy was so sad to see your big boy haircut last week.
Your favorite activity is still reading books. You read them several times a day. When you get up in the morning and from your nap we find you in your crib reading. Your favorite is your John Deere farm book, which we are both sick of. You are also really really interested in letters right now. You point to each letter on signs or shirts and "read" them. "D." "S." "E." Sometimes you even get the letters correct. ;) We sing the alphabet song a lot and you say the "a, b, c" and "w, x" parts. You adore Sesame Street and we watch a lot of it around here. You like to point out Elmo whenever you see him in a book or on TV. Today I was trying to figure out what potty chair had apples on it until I realized you were saying Elmo. We didn't buy you the that potty because I thought it might be too distracting - we chose a less exciting model.
You created your first "drawing" with a pen and paper a few weeks ago and it is a masterpiece I will forever cherish. You also enjoy bubbles. You like to play with the telephones and hold the remotes up to your ear. You've accidentally called your Grandma Helen and two of your Daddy's colleagues on the cell phone speed dial and a few weeks ago some unknown lady was on our speaker phone saying, "Hello?" because you'd called her. But she was very nice about it when I explained what happened.
You still love to play peek-a-boo and hide and chase and hang upside down and you have a great time at tumbling class. Although you are the worst in the class at circle time. You sit in my lap for about ten seconds (literally) before going limp (great technique, by the way) or squirming out of my arms. I just let you run around shrieking with delight while the other children sit quietly and cooperatively in their mommy's laps. I admire your gumption, I guess.
You aren't a cooperative child but you are mighty fun and there is never a dull moment around here. You are almost fearless, but your kryptonite is the dust buster and vacuum when they are left out and you play with the buttons and turn them on. They give you quite a start and you scream for help. Oh, that reminds me that last week you got your head stuck in one of the dining room chairs. You're always into things and you can unfold an entire basket of folded laundry and empty a cupboard or drawer in about four seconds flat. You keep us on our toes. We both would love for you to have a brother or sister soon but sometimes we look at each other and laugh and say we must be crazy to think of another baby when the two of us together can barely manage you!
Well, that's you in a nutshell. Your Dad and I are still absolutely ga-ga about you. We have the biggest crush on you and we talk about how precious you are when you're napping and miss you so much when you go to bed that we sometimes go get you from your crib to sleep with us. Even though you totally hog the bed and I end up right on the edge. I love you and I love our little family.
Oh, and the other day at Linens n' Things a woman left her cart and came running out of the store to tell us how beautiful you were and she even gave us her card because she is a modeling agent. So there you go. You would make the world's worst model because you would never sit still for a moment and if you were supposed to be interested in a toy you wouldn't like it and would instead want to look at the photographer's watch and would get red in the face and cry alligator tears about it. And besides, she probably gives a card to every baby she sees. But still.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
News Flash
HEY!
What's new? I miss you, Siestas! But I've been keeping up with your blogs, even if I haven't done the same with my own.
Here's a quick news flash.
1. I heart tennis. It's expensive though, with the club membership, fancy new racquet, comfy tennis shoes, and lessons! I'm taking a series of eight private lessons and in a couple of weeks I start my weekly group class. It's sooooo much fun. I'll let you know if I end up at the US Open or anything like that. ;)
2. We are feeling so great about our decision not to move to Atherton, CA. Weekly one of us will say, "Aren't you glad we aren't in California right now?" No offense if you happen to live there! It just wasn't the job, town, time for us. We want to move somewhere small and podunk, not a major metropolitan area!
And a job has opened up in one of the top ten places in the world that we would like to live. Make that top five. Make that top three. It's a small, four seasons college town in Central Washington. And it just happens to be where my favorite girl in the world hangs her hat... my very own mother! Wouldn't it be amazing if Penn got the job and we were able to live there!? I'm not getting my hopes up AT ALL, but it's fun to think about. I even have a house all picked out. It's an adorable Cape Cod about a half mile from the college and five minutes from la casa de mama. Did I mention that I've always wanted to work at a college?
Even though this job is a major long shot, it just makes me realize how happy I am that we didn't commit to something that we didn't feel good about. The opportunity cost would have been huge.
3. Nicknack is a handful these days. Even more than usual!
Here he is at the pumpkin patch:
And with his favorite "person" - my mother's dog, Maddy:
What's new? I miss you, Siestas! But I've been keeping up with your blogs, even if I haven't done the same with my own.
Here's a quick news flash.
1. I heart tennis. It's expensive though, with the club membership, fancy new racquet, comfy tennis shoes, and lessons! I'm taking a series of eight private lessons and in a couple of weeks I start my weekly group class. It's sooooo much fun. I'll let you know if I end up at the US Open or anything like that. ;)
2. We are feeling so great about our decision not to move to Atherton, CA. Weekly one of us will say, "Aren't you glad we aren't in California right now?" No offense if you happen to live there! It just wasn't the job, town, time for us. We want to move somewhere small and podunk, not a major metropolitan area!
And a job has opened up in one of the top ten places in the world that we would like to live. Make that top five. Make that top three. It's a small, four seasons college town in Central Washington. And it just happens to be where my favorite girl in the world hangs her hat... my very own mother! Wouldn't it be amazing if Penn got the job and we were able to live there!? I'm not getting my hopes up AT ALL, but it's fun to think about. I even have a house all picked out. It's an adorable Cape Cod about a half mile from the college and five minutes from la casa de mama. Did I mention that I've always wanted to work at a college?
Even though this job is a major long shot, it just makes me realize how happy I am that we didn't commit to something that we didn't feel good about. The opportunity cost would have been huge.
3. Nicknack is a handful these days. Even more than usual!
Here he is at the pumpkin patch:
And with his favorite "person" - my mother's dog, Maddy:
Friday, October 12, 2007
Hi!
I haven't been posting much lately because I've been busier than usual. Actually. I have the same amount of things on my "to do" list, I'm just doing them. Which is time consuming and has distracted me from my blog. The house is clean, the laundry is caught up, I've been making dinner every night, and I have tackled organizational projects I'd been putting off for months and months.
And I haven't been spending much time with MacHenry, my laptop.
Today the Lillian Vernon kid's catalog arrived and I sat down with MacH to order a few things for Nicknack for Christmas. That was about 90 minutes ago. Because I decided to visit several websites and blogs. And made a few lists. And read a few articles. And just generally waste a lot of time. Valuable time. 3/4 of Nicknack's nap time, actually. Kind of a bonehead move. That's the only time in the day to get things accomplished that aren't possible with a 25 pound "helper" who seems determined to undo whatever I've just done. So I just wasted almost an entire nap!
I realize how much time my laptop sucks from my life. It's a black hole. Even more than television. Because TV time automatically has limits. Shows end. Sometimes I'll sit down for lunch and select a sitcom from my DVR list. If I fast forward through the commercials I have about 22 minutes before the recording ends. Of course, I can always choose to watch another show. And another. And another. I usually don't. But even if I did, at least a couple of hours don't disappear without me even realizing it, like they often do when I sit down with my laptop.
So I need to be more disciplined with my computer time. Set a timer. Limit myself to certain times of the day - evenings, after Nicknack has gone to bed, maybe. Open my laptop with a specific task in mind and close it when that task is complete. Something like that.
Because I like myself waaaaay more when I'm on top of my game. When the house is clean and free from clutter I maintain it. I make dinner. And maybe dessert. Keeping up with an already clean house is much easier and more pleasant than cleaning up a great big mess every few days and sitting around feeling bad because the house isn't tidy the rest of the time. I feel like I have so much more time! And I feel more motivated to do fun things with Nicknack. How about an impromptu trip to the park? After all, the house is clean!
I know there must be some people who genuinely are not affected by the state of their house. But my mood and self-esteem seem to be inexplicably intertwined with whether or not my home is in tip top shape.
If the house is messy I am messy. I might be wearing my pajamas. In the afternoon. I'm definitely not wearing any lipgloss. I probably brushed my teeth, but not necessarily my hair. I start to think about how I'm something like an unpaid maid. And not a very good one. My life is boring. I'm boring. Maybe I should get a job outside the home, since I'm not very good at this housewife gig.
When the house looks good my spirits are immediately lifted. Hey, what a beautiful day. I love my life. How lucky am I that this is my job? What a wonderful husband I have. What a great house we have.
etc.
I don't think housekeeping has much to do with being a good mother. I would never assume that another mama with a messy house was lacking as a parent. In fact, I once knew a woman whom I would categorize as a not-so-good-mom with the most immaculate home imaginable. But for some reason I stop feeling like a sucky mom and wife the instant the house hits company-ready status.
Lately I've been feeling like I'm actually making a home for my husband and son. You know, like a homemaker? Go figure.
Anyhoo, it's been so nice, and I'm more than happy to sacrifice a big chunk (almost all) of my computer time to keep up with my life.
So on that note, I'm not sure I'll be blogging much in the future. I'll probably post a blog when something happens that I want to record. I'll still keep up with all of your blogs, but not on a daily basis.
Now I'm going to publish this post and shut down my computer for the day so I can try to squeeze in a chore or two before my oh-so-helpful toddler wakes from his nap...
I haven't been posting much lately because I've been busier than usual. Actually. I have the same amount of things on my "to do" list, I'm just doing them. Which is time consuming and has distracted me from my blog. The house is clean, the laundry is caught up, I've been making dinner every night, and I have tackled organizational projects I'd been putting off for months and months.
And I haven't been spending much time with MacHenry, my laptop.
Today the Lillian Vernon kid's catalog arrived and I sat down with MacH to order a few things for Nicknack for Christmas. That was about 90 minutes ago. Because I decided to visit several websites and blogs. And made a few lists. And read a few articles. And just generally waste a lot of time. Valuable time. 3/4 of Nicknack's nap time, actually. Kind of a bonehead move. That's the only time in the day to get things accomplished that aren't possible with a 25 pound "helper" who seems determined to undo whatever I've just done. So I just wasted almost an entire nap!
I realize how much time my laptop sucks from my life. It's a black hole. Even more than television. Because TV time automatically has limits. Shows end. Sometimes I'll sit down for lunch and select a sitcom from my DVR list. If I fast forward through the commercials I have about 22 minutes before the recording ends. Of course, I can always choose to watch another show. And another. And another. I usually don't. But even if I did, at least a couple of hours don't disappear without me even realizing it, like they often do when I sit down with my laptop.
So I need to be more disciplined with my computer time. Set a timer. Limit myself to certain times of the day - evenings, after Nicknack has gone to bed, maybe. Open my laptop with a specific task in mind and close it when that task is complete. Something like that.
Because I like myself waaaaay more when I'm on top of my game. When the house is clean and free from clutter I maintain it. I make dinner. And maybe dessert. Keeping up with an already clean house is much easier and more pleasant than cleaning up a great big mess every few days and sitting around feeling bad because the house isn't tidy the rest of the time. I feel like I have so much more time! And I feel more motivated to do fun things with Nicknack. How about an impromptu trip to the park? After all, the house is clean!
I know there must be some people who genuinely are not affected by the state of their house. But my mood and self-esteem seem to be inexplicably intertwined with whether or not my home is in tip top shape.
If the house is messy I am messy. I might be wearing my pajamas. In the afternoon. I'm definitely not wearing any lipgloss. I probably brushed my teeth, but not necessarily my hair. I start to think about how I'm something like an unpaid maid. And not a very good one. My life is boring. I'm boring. Maybe I should get a job outside the home, since I'm not very good at this housewife gig.
When the house looks good my spirits are immediately lifted. Hey, what a beautiful day. I love my life. How lucky am I that this is my job? What a wonderful husband I have. What a great house we have.
etc.
I don't think housekeeping has much to do with being a good mother. I would never assume that another mama with a messy house was lacking as a parent. In fact, I once knew a woman whom I would categorize as a not-so-good-mom with the most immaculate home imaginable. But for some reason I stop feeling like a sucky mom and wife the instant the house hits company-ready status.
Lately I've been feeling like I'm actually making a home for my husband and son. You know, like a homemaker? Go figure.
Anyhoo, it's been so nice, and I'm more than happy to sacrifice a big chunk (almost all) of my computer time to keep up with my life.
So on that note, I'm not sure I'll be blogging much in the future. I'll probably post a blog when something happens that I want to record. I'll still keep up with all of your blogs, but not on a daily basis.
Now I'm going to publish this post and shut down my computer for the day so I can try to squeeze in a chore or two before my oh-so-helpful toddler wakes from his nap...
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Blah blah blah
I've had a case of the blahs lately.
I think it's because I've been feeling so sluggish and sleepy a lot of the time. I've been sleeping a ton, getting up late, and still ready for a nap at any given moment throughout the day. I even went through the Starbucks drive thru this morning and purchased a pumpkin latte in an effort to start a coffee addiction.
I don't actually enjoy the stuff at all but I would love to be one of those women who starts her day with a 5am quiet time and cup of joe. Thanks to all the sugar and whatever else they put in a flavored latte, mine was mildly pleasant - although I would like to state for the record that I tasted no pumpkin whatsoever. I quickly determined that a coffee habit is a lot less convenient (and much more expensive) if you have to leave the house to procure some. And I'm quite sure I could never learn to tolerate the horrid stuff that comes out of my husband's coffee maker each morning. You know, just regular old non-latte java? Aaghck!
So coffee is out.
I spoke with a friend today who suggested I get my thyroid checked. I also think I will schedule a sleep test, as my husband thinks I may be experiencing sleep apnea. He claims I hold my breath a lot while I'm sleeping.
So I have my annual ladies exam on Tuesday (woo hoo, right!?) and I am going to schedule a regular physical as soon as I can get into see a doctor. I hate, hate, hate going to the doctor. All because of the dreaded weigh-in. (duhn-duhn-DUHN!) And although I don't overeat anymore, the weight hasn't melted off as those diet commercials would have me believe. I clearly need to start exercising. But that's the last thing I feel like doing right now, when I would really like to take a little snooze.
I also feel like I need a little more structure in my day, and it would do both Nicknack and me a world of good to get out of the house more. We usually stay at home unless we run errands, go to the grocery store, or make quick trip to the neighborhood park. The highlight of our week is our Thursday Bible study. Nicknack loves the nursery so much that every week I'm tempted to sign him up for day care just because I think he'd love it so much.
So today, after Bible study, I came home and used my computer for good. I found a Mommy and Me tumbling class at the local community center and signed us up for Tuesdays. It doesn't start until November, so in the meantime I booked us for a couple of drop-in classes at Gymboree and the Children's Gym.
Then I made a list of all the child-friendly activities in the area. We have two zoos, an aquarium, two great children's museums, and umpteen parks, pools, beaches, farms, etc. within an hour's drive. If we don't have anything scheduled for the day we'll pick one on the list and visit.
Then, because I was on a roll, I found a tennis center in the area and called and committed myself to tennis lessons before I could chicken out. I have wanted to learn to play tennis for a long time. I booked myself for a one hour individual lesson this Monday afternoon. (Penn has the day off.) Then after that I'll be taking a weekly group lesson on Sunday afternoons. I already checked the football schedule and it will only interfere with a couple of games.
I'm so excited!
But I'm still super sleepy.
I think it's because I've been feeling so sluggish and sleepy a lot of the time. I've been sleeping a ton, getting up late, and still ready for a nap at any given moment throughout the day. I even went through the Starbucks drive thru this morning and purchased a pumpkin latte in an effort to start a coffee addiction.
I don't actually enjoy the stuff at all but I would love to be one of those women who starts her day with a 5am quiet time and cup of joe. Thanks to all the sugar and whatever else they put in a flavored latte, mine was mildly pleasant - although I would like to state for the record that I tasted no pumpkin whatsoever. I quickly determined that a coffee habit is a lot less convenient (and much more expensive) if you have to leave the house to procure some. And I'm quite sure I could never learn to tolerate the horrid stuff that comes out of my husband's coffee maker each morning. You know, just regular old non-latte java? Aaghck!
So coffee is out.
I spoke with a friend today who suggested I get my thyroid checked. I also think I will schedule a sleep test, as my husband thinks I may be experiencing sleep apnea. He claims I hold my breath a lot while I'm sleeping.
So I have my annual ladies exam on Tuesday (woo hoo, right!?) and I am going to schedule a regular physical as soon as I can get into see a doctor. I hate, hate, hate going to the doctor. All because of the dreaded weigh-in. (duhn-duhn-DUHN!) And although I don't overeat anymore, the weight hasn't melted off as those diet commercials would have me believe. I clearly need to start exercising. But that's the last thing I feel like doing right now, when I would really like to take a little snooze.
I also feel like I need a little more structure in my day, and it would do both Nicknack and me a world of good to get out of the house more. We usually stay at home unless we run errands, go to the grocery store, or make quick trip to the neighborhood park. The highlight of our week is our Thursday Bible study. Nicknack loves the nursery so much that every week I'm tempted to sign him up for day care just because I think he'd love it so much.
So today, after Bible study, I came home and used my computer for good. I found a Mommy and Me tumbling class at the local community center and signed us up for Tuesdays. It doesn't start until November, so in the meantime I booked us for a couple of drop-in classes at Gymboree and the Children's Gym.
Then I made a list of all the child-friendly activities in the area. We have two zoos, an aquarium, two great children's museums, and umpteen parks, pools, beaches, farms, etc. within an hour's drive. If we don't have anything scheduled for the day we'll pick one on the list and visit.
Then, because I was on a roll, I found a tennis center in the area and called and committed myself to tennis lessons before I could chicken out. I have wanted to learn to play tennis for a long time. I booked myself for a one hour individual lesson this Monday afternoon. (Penn has the day off.) Then after that I'll be taking a weekly group lesson on Sunday afternoons. I already checked the football schedule and it will only interfere with a couple of games.
I'm so excited!
But I'm still super sleepy.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Fun MeMe
Here's a fun meme!
1. MY ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car),
Dolly Cherokee
(Penn is Freddy Cherokee)
2.MY GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Cherry Tollhouse
(Jamocha Tollhouse)
3. MY “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name),
K-Hox
P-Sil
4.MY DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal),
Pink Parrot
(Royal Cat)
5. MY SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born),
Jean Anchorage
(Daniel Lakewood)
6. MY STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first),
Hox-Ke
(Sil-Pe)
7. MY SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink),
The Green Diet Cherry Coke... The Green Cola probably works best.
(The Red Mac n' Jack)
8. MY NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers),
Francis Curtis
(William Penn)
9. MY WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ),
Ann Henry
(James Elizabeth, okay that one doesn't work so well)
10. MY TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter),
Sibley Seattle
(Penn is Shaw Shreveport, how great is that?)
11. MY SPY NAME: (your favorite season or holiday, flower).
Autumn Hydrangea
(Independence I-don't-have-one)
12. MY CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Apple Tee
(Blueberry Sweats)
13. MY HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree),
Granola Madrona
(Biscuit Redwood)
14. MY YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + A fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”),
The List-Making Thunder-Lightning-Wind Storm Tour
(The Playing-with-my-baby Snow Tour)
1. MY ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car),
Dolly Cherokee
(Penn is Freddy Cherokee)
2.MY GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Cherry Tollhouse
(Jamocha Tollhouse)
3. MY “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name),
K-Hox
P-Sil
4.MY DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal),
Pink Parrot
(Royal Cat)
5. MY SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born),
Jean Anchorage
(Daniel Lakewood)
6. MY STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first),
Hox-Ke
(Sil-Pe)
7. MY SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink),
The Green Diet Cherry Coke... The Green Cola probably works best.
(The Red Mac n' Jack)
8. MY NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers),
Francis Curtis
(William Penn)
9. MY WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ),
Ann Henry
(James Elizabeth, okay that one doesn't work so well)
10. MY TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter),
Sibley Seattle
(Penn is Shaw Shreveport, how great is that?)
11. MY SPY NAME: (your favorite season or holiday, flower).
Autumn Hydrangea
(Independence I-don't-have-one)
12. MY CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Apple Tee
(Blueberry Sweats)
13. MY HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree),
Granola Madrona
(Biscuit Redwood)
14. MY YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + A fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”),
The List-Making Thunder-Lightning-Wind Storm Tour
(The Playing-with-my-baby Snow Tour)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I just wanted to let you know that Penn's interview was a success, in the sense that it went well, he made it home safely, and he was offered the position.
However, he just turned it down.
Although the salary was extremely generous, the cost of housing in the area is $500/sq ft and up. ! He looked at several two bedroom cottages on itty bitty lots in the $550-700,000 range and wasn't impressed with the safety of the neighborhoods.
It is a beautiful area with lovely weather but very very busy and full of people.
We feel good about the decision and are excited about staying here for the holidays.
And in the meantime, I'm enjoying my four bedrooms, ample storage space, and normal-sized back yard!
However, he just turned it down.
Although the salary was extremely generous, the cost of housing in the area is $500/sq ft and up. ! He looked at several two bedroom cottages on itty bitty lots in the $550-700,000 range and wasn't impressed with the safety of the neighborhoods.
It is a beautiful area with lovely weather but very very busy and full of people.
We feel good about the decision and are excited about staying here for the holidays.
And in the meantime, I'm enjoying my four bedrooms, ample storage space, and normal-sized back yard!
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