Yes, I know that my daughter has very little in the way of hair and what she does have is strawberry blonde and not well noticeable. I also DO NOT plaster her in pink clothing every single day. She wears orange, green, blue, purple, yellow, pink (occasionally)...you get the idea. She wears a lot of colors and they don't always scream GIRLIE GIRL...which, in my opinion, is the point. You don't have to plaster your child in pink if she's a girl. Nor do you need to plaster your child in blue if it's a boy...I digress. The POINT being that if you come up to a stranger with a baby and you CANNOT tell if it's a boy or a girl the polite thing MIGHT be to say, "Oh, how old is your baby?" and then the parent MIGHT say, "Oh, he/she, is ___(however old)."
But no...no...at LEAST 3 times in the day TODAY (my daughter's birthday), I was asked 'oh how old is your little boy?' or 'Oh, your son is so cute.'...etc. Sigh. I was very nice because they were trying to be nice even if it was annoying the crap out of me. She was in an orange dress with flowers on it for part of the day and a purple and blue shorts outfit for the rest. Yeah, not screaming "GIRL", but....did they really look? I'm guessing not and they were just making polite conversation. Still, I really do think that if you don't know the sex of the baby just refer to them as 'your child' or 'your baby' because it gives the parents an 'in' to be able to say if the baby is a boy or a girl. It's a little thing, but parents take it kind of personally. Especially, when people get it wrong...
So, I had an adventure with my daughter today. At the crosswalk to the grocery store actually. I have been known, at low traffic times, to dash across the road rather than walk the block up to the light and then BACK 1/2 a block to the store. However, if there's a bit more traffic I do the proper thing and go to the light hit the walk button and await my turn to go. Today I went up to the crosswalk, waited, and started crossing. A couple cars turned right before I got to the other side of the 4 lane street. No biggie since I wasn't even over there yet and they had plenty of time to go. However, as I got more than 1/2 way more cars just kept turning not even paying attention to the fact that I was now standing at a stop in the road waiting for the stupid drivers to stop turning so I could go across. I have a NEON LIME green stroller. It's hard to miss, but no...I waited for probably 3 cars to go before there was a nice woman who was obviously rolling her eyes at the stupendous stupidity of the drivers before her. She was nice. I hope she has good car karma for years to come. Moronic drivers.....
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Naps
I love naps. I really do. I like them when I get to take them; and I like them when my daughter takes them. I especially like naps when I'm really tired. Or when I have an extremely OVER tired baby. My daughter has been asleep somewhere between 2.5 and 3 hours now. I think the swimming pool must have worn her out. We went swimming for the 2nd time this week; we went yesterday and she had a blast. Today before I had even gotten all the way through the gate to the pool area she was bouncing and squealing with glee. It was SO cute!! She loves the pool, she loves to swim. I've even dunked her under the water. She comes up, rubs her eyes, and then goes right back to squealing and screeching and trying to go on her stomach. I think I might need to get her some water wings because she really does just want to swim. She kicks her legs and feet, she paddles with her hands, she just doesn't quite get the face out of water thing. I guess it could be worse; she could be totally scared to even be in the water or to have her face get wet. I'll take the
"swimming" and just know that I'm going to have to get her lessons sooner rather than later. I know that they have toddler swim classes (toddler and parent/s come and help teach to swim and not be afraid of the water) I guess I'll look into some when we get to Colorado this summer or next.
She's going to be one year old in a week. It doesn't seem possible for time to have gone by this quickly, but it did.
"swimming" and just know that I'm going to have to get her lessons sooner rather than later. I know that they have toddler swim classes (toddler and parent/s come and help teach to swim and not be afraid of the water) I guess I'll look into some when we get to Colorado this summer or next.
She's going to be one year old in a week. It doesn't seem possible for time to have gone by this quickly, but it did.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Growl....just Growl.
I'm having an 'I hate everyone and everything and men in particular suck' moment. It's just a moment, because in reality I LOVE my daughter. I LOVE my husband; and I suppose I like my cats (but they are in the dog house right now for excessive puking). I'm sick. Sick as in 102 degree fever for two days straight, coughing like a madwoman, and get my fever back if I try to do too much. Obviously, since I'm sitting here writing this, I've been trying to do too much and my fever is back making me a cranky psycho. So, yes, here it is everyone. I HATE being sick! I'm a miserable bitch when I'm sick. And I'm even worse when I end up cleaning and packing BY MYSELF!
There's the root of my anger right now. I'm feeling very much like I might as well be a single mom throughout this move because, in the end, I'll end up doing 90% of the packing 95% (or more) of the cleaning, and almost all of the organizing before we leave. Part of that is because I'm a total anal retentive CONTROL freak when it comes to packing and cleaning and getting things ready to go. (Yes, I am a bit anal about my cleaning too. Those of you skeptics out there who have seen my apartment can put your eyebrows back down please.) I honestly would probably worry about some things even if my mother or professional movers packed them. My husband being a theatre teacher doesn't help because he spends long LONG hours at the school. I don't think people get what teachers have to go through to teach your kids. People are always telling me "Oh, but you have summers off and you get to go home when the kids do..." as if the work actually ends when the teacher gets to go home. HA! There are papers to grade, tests to make, tests to grade, projects to grade, lessons to plan...and THEN that whole whoopla about the summer. Most teachers have to do some sort of schooling in order to maintain their teaching licenses. Classes that THEY (not the state or the public taxpayer money) have to pay for. Also, because teachers are very underpaid many of them end up taking on seasonal summer jobs in order to help make ends meet for the rest of the year. (I know I've gone off my original rant, but this is important too) So, to all of the people out there reading this and whining about how the 'teachers aren't doing their jobs' BITE ME! (So, I've heard that a lot lately and I needed to rant about it...)
BACK on topic here for a moment. My husband is a teacher and he works really long hours because he's a theatre teacher. During the run of a show (at least 12 weeks out of every year and more like 16) he's at the school an average of 12 hours a day. Sometimes 15. At the end of the run I totally enjoy him coming home at 3:45 and spending some family time together before the sun sets and our daughter is bundled off to bed. However, at the end of this spring's show he took on another project with the kids...so he's been at the school until at least 5 if not 8 or 8:30 for the last couple weeks. On the one hand I'm totally thrilled that the kids have gotten comfortable enough to be creative and he's having a ton of fun. That's awesome. On the other hand IT IS MY TURN TO HAVE MY HUSBAND DARNIT! Especially since we're moving in 5 weeks and need to pack stuff up.
This of course leads me back to my original title for this post: WHY can't men see the things that need to be done that WOMEN see? Anyone have the answer to that? Anyone at all?
There's the root of my anger right now. I'm feeling very much like I might as well be a single mom throughout this move because, in the end, I'll end up doing 90% of the packing 95% (or more) of the cleaning, and almost all of the organizing before we leave. Part of that is because I'm a total anal retentive CONTROL freak when it comes to packing and cleaning and getting things ready to go. (Yes, I am a bit anal about my cleaning too. Those of you skeptics out there who have seen my apartment can put your eyebrows back down please.) I honestly would probably worry about some things even if my mother or professional movers packed them. My husband being a theatre teacher doesn't help because he spends long LONG hours at the school. I don't think people get what teachers have to go through to teach your kids. People are always telling me "Oh, but you have summers off and you get to go home when the kids do..." as if the work actually ends when the teacher gets to go home. HA! There are papers to grade, tests to make, tests to grade, projects to grade, lessons to plan...and THEN that whole whoopla about the summer. Most teachers have to do some sort of schooling in order to maintain their teaching licenses. Classes that THEY (not the state or the public taxpayer money) have to pay for. Also, because teachers are very underpaid many of them end up taking on seasonal summer jobs in order to help make ends meet for the rest of the year. (I know I've gone off my original rant, but this is important too) So, to all of the people out there reading this and whining about how the 'teachers aren't doing their jobs' BITE ME! (So, I've heard that a lot lately and I needed to rant about it...)
BACK on topic here for a moment. My husband is a teacher and he works really long hours because he's a theatre teacher. During the run of a show (at least 12 weeks out of every year and more like 16) he's at the school an average of 12 hours a day. Sometimes 15. At the end of the run I totally enjoy him coming home at 3:45 and spending some family time together before the sun sets and our daughter is bundled off to bed. However, at the end of this spring's show he took on another project with the kids...so he's been at the school until at least 5 if not 8 or 8:30 for the last couple weeks. On the one hand I'm totally thrilled that the kids have gotten comfortable enough to be creative and he's having a ton of fun. That's awesome. On the other hand IT IS MY TURN TO HAVE MY HUSBAND DARNIT! Especially since we're moving in 5 weeks and need to pack stuff up.
This of course leads me back to my original title for this post: WHY can't men see the things that need to be done that WOMEN see? Anyone have the answer to that? Anyone at all?
Friday, April 30, 2010
White hairs?!!?!
Tomorrow is the beginning of May. I can't believe a year has gone by so fast. My daughter is almost one. She's got 10 teeth, she eats macaroni and cheese like it was candy (THAT comes from her father), and she's grown so much! Sometimes I look at her sleeping and think, "Where did my baby go?" I know everyone told me it would go fast, and I believed them then, but I FEEL it more now. She's so beautiful. No hair, or very little and what there is of it is a reddish blonde. Her eyes are still an indeterminate shade of gray/green/blue/brown, and she's not quite walking. Still, she'll be a year old and it's a major milestone. I'm not sure my husband and I are ready for it. I went very nostalgic and looked back on all of my pregnancy photos....wow, I have certainly changed a lot from the day before she was born to what I look like today. My boobs are bigger, my stomach is flatter (but with lots of stretchy skin...ew!), my legs are thinner (hooray walking!!!), my arms are more muscular (20 lbs baby), my hair is a LOT longer, and I've found at LEAST two white, yes WHITE, hairs in my head. I've pulled them both out so no one go looking!
May is going to be a rough month. Too much going on...end of year banquets at the High School, traveling back and forth to Colorado to begin the moving process (which includes yet another interview...as if we couldn't make this more complicated on our own). An international wedding in Toronto, Canada. Last minute photo shoots for my photography business before I shut down for the move and begin the lengthy process of figuring out my sole-proprietor Colorado Business License and all that THAT entails. Packing. Packing. Packing. Packing. Thank goodness for my in-laws! And, more importantly, thank goodness we all get along and LIKE one another. Ladies and Gentlemen who are about to get married or engaged: your in-law relationship is an important one. I don't really have anything else to add to that, it's just important and should be treated that way.
No WONDER I'm getting WHITE hairs in my head!
May is going to be a rough month. Too much going on...end of year banquets at the High School, traveling back and forth to Colorado to begin the moving process (which includes yet another interview...as if we couldn't make this more complicated on our own). An international wedding in Toronto, Canada. Last minute photo shoots for my photography business before I shut down for the move and begin the lengthy process of figuring out my sole-proprietor Colorado Business License and all that THAT entails. Packing. Packing. Packing. Packing. Thank goodness for my in-laws! And, more importantly, thank goodness we all get along and LIKE one another. Ladies and Gentlemen who are about to get married or engaged: your in-law relationship is an important one. I don't really have anything else to add to that, it's just important and should be treated that way.
No WONDER I'm getting WHITE hairs in my head!
Friday, April 9, 2010
A Project Update for the Morbidly Curious
Sewing: 1 zipper on a baby dress, 1 baby dress needing put together, 1 baby coat before May, 2 dresses that need zippers (by monday), 2 skirts that need zippers (by monday), 1 dress that needs hemmed, 2 white lab coats (by monday), 1 white apron (by monday), two sleeves on suit coat, 1 pair of suit pants, 2 suit skirts, 1 suit jacket, 1 jacket that needs sleeves, 1 top, 1 pair of jeans needing a pocket fix, 1 quilt to finish quilting, 3 quilts to finish putting together, 1 bunny that needs a hole sewed shut
Total: 23
Cross-stitch: 1 "Baby Princess", 3 Christmas Stockings, 1 Cat Ballerinas (probably won't finish), 1 Ocean Creatures (probably won't finish), 1 Handfasting (which needs to be done by next October...I better get on it or send it to Laura) I'm not counting the others since I haven't started them
Total: 7
Craft: None (WHOOT WHOOT!)
Beading: NONE (WHOOHOOEEEE!) I gave them all to my friend and they are now gone gone gone!
Grand Total: 30. Wow, I thought it was going to be much worse. I guess I'm getting a move on this year.
Total: 23
Cross-stitch: 1 "Baby Princess", 3 Christmas Stockings, 1 Cat Ballerinas (probably won't finish), 1 Ocean Creatures (probably won't finish), 1 Handfasting (which needs to be done by next October...I better get on it or send it to Laura) I'm not counting the others since I haven't started them
Total: 7
Craft: None (WHOOT WHOOT!)
Beading: NONE (WHOOHOOEEEE!) I gave them all to my friend and they are now gone gone gone!
Grand Total: 30. Wow, I thought it was going to be much worse. I guess I'm getting a move on this year.
The Vast Methods of Moving
Yes, that's right! We are moving! Out of New Mexico and up the road into Colorado. We are very excited and, truth be told, a little daunted. I don't think I realized how much easier it was to pack things 1) without a child in tow, and 2) when you've moved every year. I know it may sound crazy, but when you've gotten used to moving every summer the packing just happens automatically. The boxes get packed up and stacked away, the floors get cleaned, the apartment gets cleaned and inspected for last minute items, the trucks get there... everything starts to move like clockwork. We haven't moved in two years...so boxes have gotten thrown away, things aren't nearly as organized to begin with; and we have a kid. Oh yeah, our daughter DEFINITELY throws a wrench into packing sometimes. She likes to 'help', as in she takes items out of a box after I've put them in the box. She does the same thing with laundry. I fold it and put it on the stack, she takes the whole stack and throws/drags them on the floor. Great fun. At least she is amused and entertained, and really, in the grand scheme of life folding clothes two or three times really doesn't harm you. (Although at the time it really makes you want to pull your hair out) I've started giving her her own basket and her own box to put things into and take things out of. It doesn't distract her forever from my pile, but it does help.
Speaking of my daughter she is, FINALLY, sleeping in her crib most of the night and during nap times. We still have to fight her occasionally. For all the advice of "Gentle Sleep Solution" my daughter just didn't want to go to sleep. She spent 2 to 3 weeks not even wanting to sleep with us, she just didn't want to go to sleep at all. So, we figured if she's fighting it regardless we might as well make it into the crib and some independent sleeping. Thank goodness for my husband's infinite patience with her. Perhaps it's because I have her all day and I play and entertain her most of the day, but by the time night comes my patience for screaming is about 20 minutes max. Then I give in and pick her up for a while. My husband is much much better at the getting to sleep, by herself, in the crib part. His pioneering efforts with her have paid off; it still has a ways to go, but it's getting much better.
To segue into 'getting better' my mother has finished radiation treatments and is done with her first round of chemotherapy; and has at least 3 more to go. She was really not happy with the nausea/vomiting side effects; can't blame her. I'd rather be in pain than N/V(nausea/vomiting).
I think this might be my first post for April. It might, as far as time constraints go, be my only post for April. We'll see. There's a play next week, I have costumes to make still (yes I know I'm insane), we need to get some moving plans finalized...May is around the corner with a 1st Birthday Party (Jungle Theme), a year checkup with lots of shots (ew), and a trip to Toronto for a wedding. Next it will be June....OMG it's going to be upon us much much too fast! ACK!
Speaking of my daughter she is, FINALLY, sleeping in her crib most of the night and during nap times. We still have to fight her occasionally. For all the advice of "Gentle Sleep Solution" my daughter just didn't want to go to sleep. She spent 2 to 3 weeks not even wanting to sleep with us, she just didn't want to go to sleep at all. So, we figured if she's fighting it regardless we might as well make it into the crib and some independent sleeping. Thank goodness for my husband's infinite patience with her. Perhaps it's because I have her all day and I play and entertain her most of the day, but by the time night comes my patience for screaming is about 20 minutes max. Then I give in and pick her up for a while. My husband is much much better at the getting to sleep, by herself, in the crib part. His pioneering efforts with her have paid off; it still has a ways to go, but it's getting much better.
To segue into 'getting better' my mother has finished radiation treatments and is done with her first round of chemotherapy; and has at least 3 more to go. She was really not happy with the nausea/vomiting side effects; can't blame her. I'd rather be in pain than N/V(nausea/vomiting).
I think this might be my first post for April. It might, as far as time constraints go, be my only post for April. We'll see. There's a play next week, I have costumes to make still (yes I know I'm insane), we need to get some moving plans finalized...May is around the corner with a 1st Birthday Party (Jungle Theme), a year checkup with lots of shots (ew), and a trip to Toronto for a wedding. Next it will be June....OMG it's going to be upon us much much too fast! ACK!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
My other self
Have you ever been awake while your partner is fast asleep and really, REALLY, wanted to just kick them to wake them up? I don't always, but when I have to be awake with a sick baby there is this horrible, mean, vicious, vengeful side of me that would really like to kick my husband awake so that he has to share in the pain of being awake forever while the baby is screaming and coughing...etc. I have a sick baby this last week, and I admit there has been a couple times over the week where I've been sitting up in bed with my daughter while my husband snores away and I have been so sorely tempted to just kick him so that he has to be awake with me. It's not a part of myself that I am overly proud of, but it's still there all the same. My hubby has been really pretty good about the whole cranky side this week. He had to work late and ended up bringing me dinner. It was perfect. Now, if only I could teach him to cook!
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