Saturday, March 29, 2008

Dribs and Drabs

As some of you noticed, I have been messing with the settings on this blog, regarding comments. I won't go into details but I wanted to try something different so we'll see how long I leave it this way.

Life has been humming along and we are slowly settling into a routine. I have been working three afternoons a week for the past month or so now; sometimes I bring Aiden with me, and sometimes I leave him at home with a mother, or mother-in-law, an aunt, or Brad. I know, I know- I'm SO LUCKY to have so much family nearby who are willing to watch him... It has been really nice to have a break for a few hours but I'm always happy to come home to see my baby.

Have I said before how much I love being a mother? I know it's early yet, and many trials and tribulations lie before me. I know things will get harder once he starts moving around, and getting into stuff and talking etc. but all I know is that right NOW - which is really all the time I have to be concerned with anyway- I am so happy with him. His smile, which sometimes makes his face look like it's going to break, sets off firecrackers of joy within me. He has started sucking his thumb for real now and when he does, it's so cute, I think I might just eat him. Sometimes when I'm taking care of him, I'm still overcome with awe at the thought, " I get to be your mother. How did I get to be so lucky?"

And last Thursday night, he slept from about 11:30 p.m. til almost 8:00 in the morning...which means, that I SLEPT for almost EIGHT STRAIGHT HOURS! I cannot remember the last time I had that much consecutive sleep. Even before he was born, for months ( it seems like) I was waking up about 17 times a night to go to the bathroom. ( Okay- teeeensy exaggeration.) So it's probably been four or five months since I've had that kind of sleep. REJOICE WITH ME!

So that's one miracle: the miracle of sleep.

Another miracle is that - knock on wood- we haven't gotten sick with the Great Apocalyptic Flu that every other person in the known universe seems to have contracted recently. I don't know how we escaped it - other than God's grace and my nearly obsessive penchant for washing my hands. ( Not to say that God's grace doesn't extend to the poor germy victims of this epidemic... That's why I don't like saying, " God's grace..." or "...with God's grace..." very often because it's like, what about all the other Very Good People who have to deal with whatever situation you have escaped " by God's grace..." Are they somehow less favored of God? No... I don't think so...) The other day, my throat and sinuses started bothering me and I prepared for the worst, but it never flowered into a full blown sickness. I think it may have been allergies....because of ANOTHER great miracle: the miracle of SPRING.

Yes, I know many of you who read this are still laboring under mounds of snow and it seems like you are stuck in Narnia under the reign of the White Witch, but trust me, spring is real! The leaves are coming out here, the pear trees and daffodils and forsythia are blooming, and the pollen has begun to collect on the windshields...and in my sinuses. Strange- I never had big problems with allergies before. But I remember working with someone a long time ago who said that she never had allergies until she had children, and then she got them with a vengeance. Ah.

But this is degenerating quickly into a very boring post. Oooo- sleep! Oooo- allergies! How mundane can you get? It's been so long since I've written a real post that I think I'm out of practice. Bear with me as I jump back on the wagon of writing.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Not Whistling Dixie

This morning I coined a new nickname for Aiden. His breath was whistling through his nose, thanks to a large... for lack of a better word, BOOGER stuck up his left nostril. So I called him Whistler. And then I realized, "That makes me... Whistler's Mother!" The frightening portrait of the same name sprang to mind. Noooo!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Still Standing

For those of you who may have heard/read/seen the news about the big storm ( possibly a tornado) in Atlanta, I just thought I'd let you know that we're okay! We got some heavy downpours - and maybe some hail- and thunder and lightning and the power went out for a second, but our roof is still on and our house is intact, thank the Lord. The worst of the storm passed by to the north of us.

Friday, March 07, 2008

The circus in my yard

I was in my kitchen just now, making dinner, and looked out my window to watch a good old fashioned fracas unfold over the space of about ten minutes: four adults, seven children, and three dogs rushing around madly. One of the neighborhood dogs escaped his leash and got a little cocky, attacking a much bigger dog who was on a walk under the control of his master... and then there was another little yapper who was just dancing around on the periphery enjoying the chaos. Anyway- all those people were trying to stop the fight and catch the little troublemaking mutt. This all happened in my backyard - in the general area of the firepit, for those of you who are familiar with the layout...There is a trail that goes through the bottom of our backyard and some of the neighbors walk across there with their dogs.

People just look so funny running after animals... men diving into piles of leaves... children running in circles...It provided quite the little tableau of chaos and amused me no end. I almost ran upstairs to get the videocamera but I didn't want to miss a minute of it...and I figured it would all be over by the time I got back to record it.

A comedy of errors, without the comedy - and then, to conclude, a comedy

For almost a week, one thing after another blew up in my face. From trying -and failing- to get Aiden's social security number ( we finally did get it, but after much tribulation), to "losing" my cell phone ( I'm 99.9% sure I put it on the roof of my car and drove off, so it is most likely smashed to smithereens) and then waiting TWO HOURS to be seen at the doctor's office on Monday morning just to get my blood drawn, and never actually getting to see the doctor b/c there was a misunderstanding between receptionists and they thought I wasn't there. It's a long and tangled tale that I will not attempt to fully explain... It makes me mad all over again, just thinking about it. I ended up in tears b/c I called home and heard Aiden crying to be fed in the background and I hadn't left anything for him to eat b/c I thought I would be back in plenty of time.

There was more drama in between the lines of all these incidents, but I will not burden you with excess grousing. In short, it seemed that I was the anti-Midas: everything I touched turned to ashes. I really felt like there was some sort of curse on me. (At one point, I complained to Grandpa that EVERYTHING was going wrong. He replied philosophically and with characteristic calm, that surely there must be SOMETHING, SOMEWHERE that wasn't going wrong. ) At the absolute nadir of this string of catastrophes, my father assured me that it would all make a great blog post someday. What faith! Who am I to naysay him... but it doesn't seem that I can even try to be funny about it, even now, days later, when my luck has apparently turned for the better. Sorry, Daddy; I tried to make it into an interesting post, but I have failed at that too. So to salvage this dreary entry, I will switch gears abruptly and tell a story.

This is a story of a certain sheriff's deputy, who works at a jail in Anytown, USA. This deputy was working in the tower security post one evening- I think that's what it's called- where he was alone - if I am remembering this right. He had access to all the intercoms/loudspeakers which go into the cell-blocks and feeling mischievious ( and probably a little bored), he decided to mess with the inmates. He had figured out how to broadcast himself without sending the initial beep that would let inmates know that an announcement was coming... and so he quietly meowed into the intercom. Several times. Finally, one of the inmates responded, telling the deputy that he was hearing a cat. ( I wonder how much courage it took to make such a strange claim. Some people claim to hear voices... How crazy must you feel if you think you are hearing a CAT... inside a JAIL....) The deputy feigned ignorance, telling the inmate that it must be another inmate who had somehow gotten illegal access to the intercom and was trying to send a secret message to his compatriots...

This true story, relayed to me by a reliable source, made me laugh uproariously. So all's well that ends well. As long as there are such people in the world as this meowing deputy to cheer me upon my troublesome way, I guess I can wade through the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Full Stomach = Smiles

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Sunday, March 02, 2008

Another one bites the dust

So- yes- my cell phone is MIA. Don't ask. Thereby hangs a tale that I am sick of thinking about and talking about. This is just to inform you that if you try to call my phone, and are frustrated by repeatedly getting my voicemail, please know that my cell phone has, in all likelihood, departed this world, so call the landline instead.


Saturday, March 01, 2008

Kitty Credit

Guess who got a Capital One Credit Card offer in the mail today? Stanley. Otherwise known as Stanne. A.K.A. The Cat. Ha! I didn't feel too bad about tossing that one into the trash without shredding it. Identity thieves, steal away. Do your worstest.