Big news!! Diana 3.0 has potty trained! Monday afternoon, she didn't want the diaper back on after she'd just finished a shower. She insisted on big-girl underwear. She has a bunch that she got to pick out in hopes it would inspire her, but it hadn't worked before. She'd been adamant for about 2 months that, no, she didn't want to sit on the potty.
So, it took just that - her mind made up - to reverse the policy. She had a rough day Tuesday, but has had only one accident since Tuesday afternoon. Really phenomenal! I'm so proud of her. And she's staying dry in big-girl panties at night, too!
Woot!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Now what?
Springtime always brings with it a HUGE RUSH. Becca plays soccer. Often, we schedule swimming lessons. Ballet recitals. Diana's birthday. Family/friends' graduations. Easter. Mother's Day. I can't even think of it all, but I'm sure there's more. I feel like we've had every night and weekend scheduled full for weeks and even months.
But. We've come to the end. Yesterday, Becca graduated from kindergarten, and today was the end of year picnic. Diana's school actually ended last week.
Entering next week, we have NO PLANS. I don't know what we'll do. I get this feeling every year. The "what will I do with them?" doubts. Of course, by the time school starts, I wish for the freedom again. I expect greater challenge for this transition this year because I am so sick. I've been taking lots of naps, and without school, I don't know how that will be managed. I can't just leave them unsupervised. *seeking babysitter!*
But. We've come to the end. Yesterday, Becca graduated from kindergarten, and today was the end of year picnic. Diana's school actually ended last week.
Entering next week, we have NO PLANS. I don't know what we'll do. I get this feeling every year. The "what will I do with them?" doubts. Of course, by the time school starts, I wish for the freedom again. I expect greater challenge for this transition this year because I am so sick. I've been taking lots of naps, and without school, I don't know how that will be managed. I can't just leave them unsupervised. *seeking babysitter!*
Popping out
I remember back to the first pregnancy with Becca. I think I was four months pregnant and clothes had begun to get a bit tight when a friend and coworker took me shopping for maternity clothes for the first time. When I got pregnant with Diana, I remember thinking that I had to pull out the maternity clothes much earlier.
But third baby? Bamm, right from the get-go. I'm only 7 1/2 weeks pregnant, and I've pulled out the maternity shorts. Due in part to the nausea and an intense dislike of any pressure on my middle, I can't wear my normal clothes. I've pulled out all these old dresses I've had forever so that I can be waist-pressure-free. I can safely say that I haven't bought a dress except for fancy Christmas party deals since we moved here 4 years ago, so my recent wardrobe is anything but fashionable. *sigh*
And my friend Cynthia pointed out that I look pretty pale right now, too.
Have I mentioned that I hate pregnancy?
But third baby? Bamm, right from the get-go. I'm only 7 1/2 weeks pregnant, and I've pulled out the maternity shorts. Due in part to the nausea and an intense dislike of any pressure on my middle, I can't wear my normal clothes. I've pulled out all these old dresses I've had forever so that I can be waist-pressure-free. I can safely say that I haven't bought a dress except for fancy Christmas party deals since we moved here 4 years ago, so my recent wardrobe is anything but fashionable. *sigh*
And my friend Cynthia pointed out that I look pretty pale right now, too.
Have I mentioned that I hate pregnancy?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Whoever Named It Morning Sickness
This is not morning sickness. It is All-Day-Every-Day-Drive-You-Mad Sickness. Can any man imagine what it is like to feel nausea for 3 months straight? It literally threatens your sanity.
Why did I do this again? *groan* And to top it all off, I'm all emotional today, too. I dropped the knife while making Diana's peanut butter and jelly sandwich and started crying at the huge jelly mess I'd made. (About then Spitz came home and almost got in big husband trouble for the ... how to describe it... "she's moody" man look he gave me.) Then Diana and I went to her end of the school year party. They showed a slideshow of all the pics they've taken of the kids all year. I was fighting so hard not to cry because those people don't know I'm pregnant and wouldn't understand.
I need a nap. What? Oh, yeah, I know. Pigs aren't flying yet, so, no nap!
Why did I do this again? *groan* And to top it all off, I'm all emotional today, too. I dropped the knife while making Diana's peanut butter and jelly sandwich and started crying at the huge jelly mess I'd made. (About then Spitz came home and almost got in big husband trouble for the ... how to describe it... "she's moody" man look he gave me.) Then Diana and I went to her end of the school year party. They showed a slideshow of all the pics they've taken of the kids all year. I was fighting so hard not to cry because those people don't know I'm pregnant and wouldn't understand.
I need a nap. What? Oh, yeah, I know. Pigs aren't flying yet, so, no nap!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Mother's Day Shopping
Spitz told me this story, because obviously, I wasn't there.
He took the two girls out to find Mother's Day presents for me. He likes to let them pick out something on their own - makes the presents much more meaningful (although sometimes it means... well... that it takes a mother to love them). Anyway, Becca apparently picked out a present very quickly, but they continued to shop because Diana still needed to choose. As they looked, Becca would periodically go over to Diana, place her arm around Diana's shoulders and say, "Now, Diana, you have to pick a really special present for Mommy because we have a really awesome mommy. And she deserves a very good present."
*cry* She is so sweet!
He took the two girls out to find Mother's Day presents for me. He likes to let them pick out something on their own - makes the presents much more meaningful (although sometimes it means... well... that it takes a mother to love them). Anyway, Becca apparently picked out a present very quickly, but they continued to shop because Diana still needed to choose. As they looked, Becca would periodically go over to Diana, place her arm around Diana's shoulders and say, "Now, Diana, you have to pick a really special present for Mommy because we have a really awesome mommy. And she deserves a very good present."
*cry* She is so sweet!
Update/Rambling
It has been a busy 2 weeks!
At playgroup on 5/4, I couldn't keep the new addition to the family secret from the other moms because Mindy saw me and immediately said, "So are you?" I had to hush her excitement at my response because Becca and Diana didn't know yet. Three days later at Bunco, Lesa asked me straight out, too. My friends are nosy!!! (-;
Friday we bought our new mini van, a 2007 Honda Odyssey EX-L. I love it! We were not really going for the new car, but looking for the Derby vans. Kristi told me about them at Bunco last week. Honda gives some minivans to the Derby Festival, and they are used for whatever for about a month. Then they go back to Honda with about 3,000 miles on them - for a bit of cleanup and sale to the public. Rumor is that you can get a pretty good deal on them. Well, the dealership we went to was pretty much asking the price of a new van. Pfft. Spitz basically said, "We'll pay you x and we want the 0% financing you are giving on new cars." They said, "Um, sorry, the good financing is only available on new cars... but we'll sell you a new one for that." So, surprise, I drove home a new van at about midnight (paperwork to buy a car takes FOREVER - because of the stupid waiting they make you do while they "check with their manager" on every point). Hmm. And we suspect we offered too much for the Derby Van with 3200 miles on it.
Saturday, Diana had a fabulous birthday and party. I ordered food from a restaurant and only had to make the cake. It was perfect weather for most people to sit outside the whole time. It was the most relaxed party I've ever given. A lot of fun. The hit presents were a remote-controlled car and a music box that plays music when she opens it. And she has a closet full of new very fancy dresses to strut around in! (Diana wears nothing else! She is a fashion plate.)
We announced my pregnancy at the party. We basically pulled the girls aside and told them. After a few seconds for it to sink in, they both went running back into the heart of the party and yelled, "Diana is going to be a big sister!!" It was really adorable. The only downside to this was my mother-in-law's comment, "I was right!" She manages to irritate me in every conceivable way, even when I'm really trying to not be in a bad mood towards her. *sigh*
(So, now the only secret is on WoW because Spitz wants to announce it at our next guild meeting.)
On a final note, the timing has proved perfect because my brother and his wife (who are moving back to Columbus after his graduation this week, need an additional family-friendly car, and hope to start a family soon) want to buy my Toyota Avalon. We didn't use it as a trade-in because we don't have the paperwork yet to have a free-and-clear title. But this works out nicely, except for the fact that it is really better to not do business with family. Really.
And today, the morning sickness has arrived. )-:
At playgroup on 5/4, I couldn't keep the new addition to the family secret from the other moms because Mindy saw me and immediately said, "So are you?" I had to hush her excitement at my response because Becca and Diana didn't know yet. Three days later at Bunco, Lesa asked me straight out, too. My friends are nosy!!! (-;
Friday we bought our new mini van, a 2007 Honda Odyssey EX-L. I love it! We were not really going for the new car, but looking for the Derby vans. Kristi told me about them at Bunco last week. Honda gives some minivans to the Derby Festival, and they are used for whatever for about a month. Then they go back to Honda with about 3,000 miles on them - for a bit of cleanup and sale to the public. Rumor is that you can get a pretty good deal on them. Well, the dealership we went to was pretty much asking the price of a new van. Pfft. Spitz basically said, "We'll pay you x and we want the 0% financing you are giving on new cars." They said, "Um, sorry, the good financing is only available on new cars... but we'll sell you a new one for that." So, surprise, I drove home a new van at about midnight (paperwork to buy a car takes FOREVER - because of the stupid waiting they make you do while they "check with their manager" on every point). Hmm. And we suspect we offered too much for the Derby Van with 3200 miles on it.
Saturday, Diana had a fabulous birthday and party. I ordered food from a restaurant and only had to make the cake. It was perfect weather for most people to sit outside the whole time. It was the most relaxed party I've ever given. A lot of fun. The hit presents were a remote-controlled car and a music box that plays music when she opens it. And she has a closet full of new very fancy dresses to strut around in! (Diana wears nothing else! She is a fashion plate.)
We announced my pregnancy at the party. We basically pulled the girls aside and told them. After a few seconds for it to sink in, they both went running back into the heart of the party and yelled, "Diana is going to be a big sister!!" It was really adorable. The only downside to this was my mother-in-law's comment, "I was right!" She manages to irritate me in every conceivable way, even when I'm really trying to not be in a bad mood towards her. *sigh*
(So, now the only secret is on WoW because Spitz wants to announce it at our next guild meeting.)
On a final note, the timing has proved perfect because my brother and his wife (who are moving back to Columbus after his graduation this week, need an additional family-friendly car, and hope to start a family soon) want to buy my Toyota Avalon. We didn't use it as a trade-in because we don't have the paperwork yet to have a free-and-clear title. But this works out nicely, except for the fact that it is really better to not do business with family. Really.
And today, the morning sickness has arrived. )-:
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Flatten Chicken Breasts to 1/4" Thickness
I've read this in a recipe repeatedly when scanning cookbooks in the past, but I've never made a recipe that called for it. Ok. So.
Messy, nasty, more challenging than you'd expect. And it actually turns my stomach a bit to think of what taking a heavy, marble rolling pin to (what was) living, breathing flesh looks like.
So, I've declared my pounding step complete, but they surely aren't 1/4 inch thick. I think if I really got them that thin, they wouldn't be in one piece anymore. Actually, they are only sort of in one piece now. Hmm. I hope that once I roll them up around butter/parsley/chives and then dip and bread them, they will be more appetizing. I'm sure they will be to anyone who hasn't seen the current status.
Messy, nasty, more challenging than you'd expect. And it actually turns my stomach a bit to think of what taking a heavy, marble rolling pin to (what was) living, breathing flesh looks like.
So, I've declared my pounding step complete, but they surely aren't 1/4 inch thick. I think if I really got them that thin, they wouldn't be in one piece anymore. Actually, they are only sort of in one piece now. Hmm. I hope that once I roll them up around butter/parsley/chives and then dip and bread them, they will be more appetizing. I'm sure they will be to anyone who hasn't seen the current status.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
The Waiting
So, has it happened?
*shrug* I can't tell you. I don't know myself.
Do I think it has?
I hope so. The waiting is killing me. Usually I've tested by now, but Spitz wants me to wait this time.
Time to test yet?
Well, the box says so, but to keep marital harmony, I'll wait a few more days.
The waiting is killing me.
*shrug* I can't tell you. I don't know myself.
Do I think it has?
I hope so. The waiting is killing me. Usually I've tested by now, but Spitz wants me to wait this time.
Time to test yet?
Well, the box says so, but to keep marital harmony, I'll wait a few more days.
The waiting is killing me.
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