I forgot to mention this, but on Tuesday, our neighbors were starting up their lawnmower for the first time of the season. When they got it going, it sort of put-putted for awhile before it got up to speed. While it was put-putting, I looked over at Nora and she was doing a little dance to the beat of the put-puts. She was just bouncing up and down with her feet on the ground, and she had a look on her face of total satisfaction (like, "Yeah. That's it"). It was quite a sight to see.
Currently, she's dancing to the ring tones on the spare cell phone that I've given her.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Phlegmmy
Well, I took the last of the Z-pack today. I'm hoping really hard that this cold clears up now. If you had asked me Wednesday (the day of the funeral and much driving), I'd have told you that the Z-pack wasn't working (which was so weird to me since I felt almost instantly better after the first two-pill dose). I was hacking up so hard in the car on the way home from Seymour, I was sure I had a virus or something. As of yesterday (a few hours after taking the fourth pill of the Z-pack (Z-pack is five doses/days long for those on the home team), I wasn't hacking anymore. Right now, I'm still a bit phlegmmy, but I have high hopes that the worst cold of my life will be outta here by the time Willi gets home.
We did have our bedroom window open last night, though, and part of me wonders if that's the reason I actually feel better. I just hope I win. Today.
We did have our bedroom window open last night, though, and part of me wonders if that's the reason I actually feel better. I just hope I win. Today.
Toddlerama
Miss Nora is a full-fledged toddler these days. She's been doing lots of running, climbing (more on that in just a moment), and lots of tantrum throwing. Her tantrums aren't completely terrible. She gets good and mad at me, and sometimes she even hits or kicks me when she gets mad. I spend a lot of time saying things like, "We do not hit," and waiting for her to calm down.
This week, Nora started moving my office chair to climb up to the phone that's hanging on my wall. She's wiped out on it a couple of times (she usually does this when I try to snag a shower or when I'm, like, in the bathroom or something), but that doesn't seem to dissuade her from doing it over and over again. (Some photos of her doing this are below.)
This morning, while I was giving Nora some regularly scheduled naked time (and while I was picking out an outfit for her to wear for the day), she pulled my office chair up to my desk and actually climbed clear up on top of it. I walked in here to find her squatting between my home computer and my work computer with my camera in hand. Luckily, she didn't pee or anything. Good grief, man. I never would've expected that she could get clear up there! I'd have totally taken a picture of it if a.) she hadn't been totally in the buff and b.) she didn't have the camera in her clutches. It looks like life might have just gotten a bit more interesting for me (and by interesting, I mean complicated).
She has started being interested in "cleaning" whenever I bust out the vacuum, a broom, the dust mop, or the dust rags. So, yesterday, I took my friend Brenda's advice (she suggested I get real cleaning supplies that Nora can use—brilliant!) and picked her up a duster (washable microfiber) so she can help out whenever cleaning time happens (which I'll admit is probably more rare than it should be with the fur-flinging jerks we have around here).
I need to get to work this morning, so I'll go ahead and take this time to post some photos from the last week. Enjoy!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Funeral, Pets, and General Grossness
Oof. I am seriously tired, but I'm going to take a moment to update about what we've been up to the last 48 hours.
On Tuesday night, we drove to Lafayette, crashed at the Brown house (nobody was home but the doggies), and Wednesday, we got up really, really early and headed down to Seymour for Willi's uncle Gary's funeral (he is technically my uncle Gary, too, but I thought I should clarify since I actually have another Uncle Gary from my dad's side of the family).
At the funeral, we saw some family we hadn't seen in a long time, so that was nice. Some people even got to meet Nora for the first time.
The service for Uncle Gary was really quite lovely (good hymn choices and sweet messages from everyone involved). I'm grateful that Nora didn't freak out and crawl away under the pews. She did fairly well (she wasn't perfect, by any means), but she did better than she could have.
After the luncheon, we hopped in the car and headed home with one, quick pit stop in Lafayette to pick up the dog. We discovered that Abby, the Browns' lovely cairn terrier, magically had gotten out of her cage and the room in which she was closed (by a door, nonetheless). Nothing serious was lost except for a pair of my underwear (we had our stuff sitting in the kitchen ready to go). I did my best to clean up the tissues she had shredded and strewn everywhere from the bathroom trash cans. I can only imagine what the rampage must've looked and sounded like (I imagine a lot of growling and pitter-pattering all over the house). I can also only imagine how she got out—maybe with the help of a particular lanky cat? I think this all sounds much like a Disney movie waiting to happen. This was also, apparently, her first jail break. Watch out, guys!
Nora hasn't been sleeping well this week. I think it's because we've been on the road more than usual, and it's really exhausted her. Last night, she woke up three times (and the previous night in Lafayette, she woke up twice). The third time, I finally just dragged her into bed with us because I couldn't sit with her and rock her back to sleep one more time—I was exhausted (she only wants me when she wakes in the night, too). She doesn't typically sleep with us (I don't sleep well when she's in bed with us), but I was just that desperate. Today, I'm a lot more tired than I've been in a long time.
When we got home yesterday, we remembered that it was "Spring Cleanup Day" in our community. We had visions of grabbing a couch from our basement, cutting it in half (it wouldn't fit up the stairwell unless it was in pieces), and throwing it on the curb for this particular day. As soon as we pulled into the driveway (from Seymour), Willis hopped out of the car, went downstairs, and started ripping it apart. I'm glad to say that he was successful, and that disgusting couch was gone. Unfortunately, that gross couch had lots of creepy remnants inside it from the previous owners (I bought the couch for $50 at the mission outlet store in Lafayette shortly before Willi and I got married). Among the creepy remnants was a photo of two kids and a dog passed out on said couch, some GI Joe legs, nail clippers (shudder), an empty plastic bottle, a matchbox car, a ball (probably belonged to the dog), and some other stuff. So, so gross. I'm glad it is gone. Now, we can start the cleanup process of the basement (and get a play area set up for Nora)!
While Willi was ripping the couch apart, I discovered some cat vomit near the dog and cat food containers (thank God I have their food sealed off in plastic containers down there). Our cat is an avid vomiter, but this particular time, his vomit had remains of something other than just cat food. After some analyzing (and after stepping on it, like, three different times because I'm a moron), I realized it was a mouse. I have never seen a mouse in this house until that moment. (Also, thank God I am not easily nauseated during this pregnancy.)
By golly, that cat is actually good for something. It's about time. He earned himself a few pats on the head last night (even though I was a bit traumatized that I kept stepping in it—that is pretty much my fault for not cleaning it up right away while roaming around down there looking for items to throw out for "Spring Cleanup").
In other news, Nora is taking a fairly glorious nap today. She's about to close in on her third hour of snoozing. So, hopefully, this will get her back to normal. Willi and I, on the other hand, still need to catch up on some sleep. Oi. I'm also trying to catch up on some work. So, I'd better get back to that. Catch you kids later!
On Tuesday night, we drove to Lafayette, crashed at the Brown house (nobody was home but the doggies), and Wednesday, we got up really, really early and headed down to Seymour for Willi's uncle Gary's funeral (he is technically my uncle Gary, too, but I thought I should clarify since I actually have another Uncle Gary from my dad's side of the family).
At the funeral, we saw some family we hadn't seen in a long time, so that was nice. Some people even got to meet Nora for the first time.
The service for Uncle Gary was really quite lovely (good hymn choices and sweet messages from everyone involved). I'm grateful that Nora didn't freak out and crawl away under the pews. She did fairly well (she wasn't perfect, by any means), but she did better than she could have.
After the luncheon, we hopped in the car and headed home with one, quick pit stop in Lafayette to pick up the dog. We discovered that Abby, the Browns' lovely cairn terrier, magically had gotten out of her cage and the room in which she was closed (by a door, nonetheless). Nothing serious was lost except for a pair of my underwear (we had our stuff sitting in the kitchen ready to go). I did my best to clean up the tissues she had shredded and strewn everywhere from the bathroom trash cans. I can only imagine what the rampage must've looked and sounded like (I imagine a lot of growling and pitter-pattering all over the house). I can also only imagine how she got out—maybe with the help of a particular lanky cat? I think this all sounds much like a Disney movie waiting to happen. This was also, apparently, her first jail break. Watch out, guys!
Nora hasn't been sleeping well this week. I think it's because we've been on the road more than usual, and it's really exhausted her. Last night, she woke up three times (and the previous night in Lafayette, she woke up twice). The third time, I finally just dragged her into bed with us because I couldn't sit with her and rock her back to sleep one more time—I was exhausted (she only wants me when she wakes in the night, too). She doesn't typically sleep with us (I don't sleep well when she's in bed with us), but I was just that desperate. Today, I'm a lot more tired than I've been in a long time.
When we got home yesterday, we remembered that it was "Spring Cleanup Day" in our community. We had visions of grabbing a couch from our basement, cutting it in half (it wouldn't fit up the stairwell unless it was in pieces), and throwing it on the curb for this particular day. As soon as we pulled into the driveway (from Seymour), Willis hopped out of the car, went downstairs, and started ripping it apart. I'm glad to say that he was successful, and that disgusting couch was gone. Unfortunately, that gross couch had lots of creepy remnants inside it from the previous owners (I bought the couch for $50 at the mission outlet store in Lafayette shortly before Willi and I got married). Among the creepy remnants was a photo of two kids and a dog passed out on said couch, some GI Joe legs, nail clippers (shudder), an empty plastic bottle, a matchbox car, a ball (probably belonged to the dog), and some other stuff. So, so gross. I'm glad it is gone. Now, we can start the cleanup process of the basement (and get a play area set up for Nora)!
While Willi was ripping the couch apart, I discovered some cat vomit near the dog and cat food containers (thank God I have their food sealed off in plastic containers down there). Our cat is an avid vomiter, but this particular time, his vomit had remains of something other than just cat food. After some analyzing (and after stepping on it, like, three different times because I'm a moron), I realized it was a mouse. I have never seen a mouse in this house until that moment. (Also, thank God I am not easily nauseated during this pregnancy.)
By golly, that cat is actually good for something. It's about time. He earned himself a few pats on the head last night (even though I was a bit traumatized that I kept stepping in it—that is pretty much my fault for not cleaning it up right away while roaming around down there looking for items to throw out for "Spring Cleanup").
In other news, Nora is taking a fairly glorious nap today. She's about to close in on her third hour of snoozing. So, hopefully, this will get her back to normal. Willi and I, on the other hand, still need to catch up on some sleep. Oi. I'm also trying to catch up on some work. So, I'd better get back to that. Catch you kids later!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Grateful
I am grateful for two things (other than my usual) today:
Baby boy Brown's heartbeat is a bit slower than I remember Nora's being. His was clocking in at 146 today, and I remember Nora's being in the low 150s, I think.
Speaking of Nora, she totally cried when the nurse took my blood pressure (and I think it made the nurse kind-of sad). She also cried when Lisa (my CNM) was checking the baby's heartbeat. She's never done that before. What a weird little girl! I was sure to tell the nurse that she cried when Lisa checked the baby's heartbeat—just to assure her that it wasn't her that Nora didn't like.
That's all for now! Dilly out.
- I am grateful they fixed the elevator at my OB's office. I'm not sure I could've drug myself, Nora, and her bag of entertainment up three flights of stairs with the remnants of this death cold I've got going on.
- I'm grateful for the Z-pack that my CNM prescribed me so I can whip this cold once and for all. I took the first dose over an hour ago, and already, I'm hacking up much, much less of a lung.
Baby boy Brown's heartbeat is a bit slower than I remember Nora's being. His was clocking in at 146 today, and I remember Nora's being in the low 150s, I think.
Speaking of Nora, she totally cried when the nurse took my blood pressure (and I think it made the nurse kind-of sad). She also cried when Lisa (my CNM) was checking the baby's heartbeat. She's never done that before. What a weird little girl! I was sure to tell the nurse that she cried when Lisa checked the baby's heartbeat—just to assure her that it wasn't her that Nora didn't like.
That's all for now! Dilly out.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Two Things—Right Quick
Firstly, Nora has started singing lately. It's got to be the cutest sound I've ever heard.
Secondly, here are a few pics of Nora's hair after her bath this morning. Some of 'em are squished down because she was trying to "put on" a sweater this morning. They were much more fabulous just after her bath.
Dilly out for now! Have a good weekend!
Secondly, here are a few pics of Nora's hair after her bath this morning. Some of 'em are squished down because she was trying to "put on" a sweater this morning. They were much more fabulous just after her bath.
Dilly out for now! Have a good weekend!
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