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2月28日 On My MindI know this all comes late, but here's some stuff I've been thinking about over the past several weeks.
All this coming from a mother whose daughter has had to have 8 fillings in 6 short months. Merrick has taken his first official steps. He's done it twice so far; three steps one time from my leg to the vacuum cleaner, and two steps a week later from the coffee table to the couch. He only walks when he's not thinking about it. If he stops and realizes what he's about to do, he'll instantly sit down and just crawl to his destination. This could be because the first time he walked, I went nuts and screamed and scared him half to death. I didn't mean to; I was just so excited. And a little upset. He's only 9 months old for Pete's sake. I'm not ready for this. He also tries to climb, which of course he has no business doing. I'm afraid he's going to kill himself. I chase him all over the place, trying to catch him should he fall and protect his tender little head. I'm wore slap out at the end of the day; Caleb and I literally have to tag team just to keep up with the kid. He's such a monkey. Of course I love every minute of it and I'm extremely grateful he's as healthy and active as he is, and on the plus side I might loose a little bit of weight running around after him. 2月26日 ThursdayI won't even go into everything we've had going on this week. Just know that I've been busy; any other explanation would make for a plain boring read. Oh, who am I kidding? This entry is going to be nothing but boring. I'm just too exhausted to keep you people entertained.
I've started to really like Mia's hair. It's cute in a retro Ally Sheedy St. Elmo's Fire kind of way. I actually love it when I think of it like that. She's so spunky; the haircut really suits her. We signed her up for T-ball instead of soccer, mainly because I missed the deadline for soccer sign-ups but also because she's into baseball and we figured she should get a chance to try out both sports...but mostly because I missed the deadline for soccer sign-ups.
Cheyenne has survived almost all of her concerts and contests. We still have one or 2 more--I have to consult the calender. And she's gotten so tall all of a sudden. I would say she's almost an inch taller than me, and she wears a whole shoe size bigger, so I'm pretty sure that means she's got a little bit more growing to do. It makes me so sad to look at pictures from when she was 5, or 8, or even just from a year ago. I can't believe that in a mere 3 months she'll be 13. I have to stop thinking about that or I really will get sick.
Merrick is sleeping good, once he's asleep. He's definitely not one of those kids that'll go down easily. He fights sleep tooth and nail. I rock him, I walk him, I even try breastfeeding him, but none of that really works anymore so I have to just lay him down and walk away, and that is so. Hard. And you know how those baby-field guides say that babies don't really cry that long--it's only like 15 minutes tops if you actually time it? That's a croc of shit. Merrick will stand screaming in his crib for half an hour or more (usually a lot more) before he passes out from sheer exhaustion.
Caleb hurt the hell out of his back. It happens at least once a year, usually after he's been getting the garden ready for spring and using the tiller for hours and hours on end. The one week where I could have really used his help with all that the kids have had going on, and he can't even move without screaming in pain. I took his crippled butt to the doctor on Monday for some drugs, which sort of help, except that when he takes them he gets a little loopy--which should make going into work out of the question, but he went to the office today mainly because I think he can't stand sitting around at home one more minute.
I must go. Goodbye computer people. 2月20日 FridayI shouldn't write about it, but this past week, Merrick has not been waking me up at night. I can't say whether or not he's been sleeping, though; the only reason I'm feeling so rested is that I've been downing a glass of wine (or 2) before bed and unplugging the baby monitor.
And you know what? He hasn't thrown himself over the side of the crib, or choked on his own vomit, or suffocated under his teddy bear. He wakes up smiling instead of screaming every morning, and he indulges in a long nap in the afternoons. He must be logging in 12 to 15 hours worth of sleep every day. So, even though it goes against every motherly instinct I have, completely ignoring my kid at night is really working for me--for both of us.
We're trying to cut off our house phone since we don't really use it. But to have our internet connection switched over to Caleb's office phone line, we'll be charged a $70 fee--thus costing us even more money than 2 months' worth of phone bills--all of this just to save us a mere $31 a month. Worth it? Maybe only after May, at which time we might be completely able to afford the house line anyway. Stupid phone company.
I've been thinking about tattoos. My sister has one of a key on her wrist--her boyfriend has a heart with a lock with it on his chest (all together now: "Awwww." Gag me). Caleb doesn't have any tattoos. At one time we thought we'd get matching dice tattoos if we were ever to take a trip to Vegas, but that seemed kind of lame. Then we thought maybe shamrocks on our hands would look cool if we went to Ireland together...but that was before I read up on prison tattoos and found that shamrocks stand for white supremacy in certain prison circles, and that is one tattoo that I, for one, would not want, should I wind up in prison one day. So. A red, white and blue skull on my calf? A big, honkin' bloody rose wrapped around the sword of truth on my back? A couple teardrops on my cheek? A cheeseburger on my ass? Suggestions? Thoughts? 2月16日 I Be Bloggin'Damn.
What's a girl gotta do around here to get a little time on the computer to reveal the intimate details of her family life to basically complete strangers?
There's just been a lot going on. Lemme first tell about Cheyenne's choir contest--the contest she entered with her best friend, the contest where she sang the lead in a duet about "Clouds". What about it? My daughter has a voice like a golden bell. Like a pretty little bird. When she sings, the world is still and wonderful.
I know that I'm biased, but really--she sounds like that. I know because on Valentine's day, Caleb, myself, the little kids, my father-in-law and his best good friend, Miss Jeralyn, drove 40 minutes to hear that 30 second duet that I swear one day will win her critical acclaim in the musical world. We then drove 40 minutes back to the house and watched the video that Jeralyn secretly recorded of the singing while we feasted on shrimp and brie cheese.
Cheese.
I've eaten so much cheese in the past few days that I feel absolutely sick. American, parmesan, pepperjack, feta, and brie (which tastes soooo good when you stuff it it your mouth with green grapes). And last night, when Caleb made nachos with cheddar cheese and spicy jalepenos, even though my stomach was in knots, I ate more cheese. I tossed and turned all night long, thinking that if I threw up, my vomit would be so nasty and cheesy and thick that I would surely choke and die, thus being the first person ever in the history of the world to have "Death by Cheese" written on their headstone. But what a way to go, huh?
Had a great Valentine's Day weekend. Got some flowers and chocolate from my husband. Got spoiled to death by my FIL and Jeralyn, so much so, that today, when I woke up, I wondered who was going to cook and clean because I sure as hell didn't feel like doing it.
Perhaps I should explain that Mia is obsessed with going to summer camp and she can't wait until she turns 8.
Perhaps I should also mention that when we went back to the dentist this past Friday, Mia had 4 MORE CAVITIES. What the hell? So, since she doesn't drink much soda and she's not big on juice and we don't keep sweets in the house, we have to have our water (our well water) tested for flouride; then and only then will the dentist prescribe a supplement to maybe help prevent the rest of Mia's teeth from rotting right out of her mouth.
Merrick has a head-doctor appointment tomorrow. I'd love to skip it, considering the man will charge me $600 for 3 seconds worth of feeling on my son's head. But I dare not tempt fate. I'll get up, get showered, dog-proof my house, align all the planets and make the trek into Oklahoma City so that we can have official word that Merrick's skull is nice and round and open for another 3 months.
That is all.
2月10日 February...10th? Really?The picture of the creepy man in thigh-high boots and red panties? Sean Connery in "Zardoz", the worst...I want to say "movie" but it just doesn't seem like the right word...thing I've ever had the displeasure of watching. Ever.
But that's coming from someone who thinks Madagascar 2 just might be the most heavenly brilliant cinematic achievement the world has ever known. (So scrumptroulescent, I can barely move.)
We've been having a busy week. Band concerts, dentists appointments, choir contests, soccer sign-ups. I'll tell you what we're not doing: fighting with Mia in the morning about her hair. Her new style is really working for her. It's just a quick--and I do mean quick--brush and BAM!--she's ready to go.
I'm loving this warm weather. Caleb and I have already started talks about what we're (he's) going to plant in our garden this year. We've already decided that cucumbers are a no go. They never grow right and I hate them anyway. We could probably handle a little less yellow squash, and I think we're cutting back on jalepeno peppers too. We can never have too many tomatoes or onions. I love gardening (read also gardening: spoils of, and gardening: other people's hard work.)
The end. 2月6日 RandomI've just put up pictures of the notorious haircut--although I did add and then delete the ones showing the actual lady who cuts hair like a blind toddler with a butcher knife, just on the wild off-chance someone reads this and coincidentally knows who she is in real life and I get sued for slander or whatever it is people get sued for when they tell the brutal honest-to-God truth, and know this everybody: I have nothing against Cost Cutters on the whole; it's just the backwoods Oklahoma Cost Cutters that employs anyone with a pulse that I got beef with. That said, I am in love with Debra and I think I might have found my "hairmate", as Joell likes to say. It may be to soon to jump to such a conclusion, but I don't care. I felt a connection.
Moving on.
Things that are funny to me:
The people who did this are, no doubt, super-nerds...super AWESOME nerds!
This dog's name is SHAM-WOW! Well, I don't know that for sure, but don't you think it's only appropriate?
And this? I find it too disturbing to laugh at. 2月4日 RegretsAs if it wasn't enough to get my hair chopped off, I had to further rip out Caleb's heart by taking his precious Mia in for a little trim yesterday, and boy, did she ever get a trim. The kid has been asking and asking for a short new 'do, and I felt like Cost Cutters would be a fine place for a little child's haircut.
I should have known better.
How hard is it to cut hair? I mean, really? When I say, "Just cut the whole thing up to her chin, please", am I being clear enough? No. The answer is no, and now Mia's got this choppy uneven little bob that makes her look like a mulletted little ragamuffin boy with shaggy dog bangs.
Bangs--what the hell?
Caleb does not like the haircut. And it's not just because he's a guy. (As you know, all men have an utter hatred for short hair deep down in the pits of their black souls.) I, too, hate the haircut. I can't see anything else; not her big brown eyes, not her rosy little cheeks or her mischievious grin. I can't even hear her anymore. She talks and I only think of her hair. And I want to cry everytime I look at it.
Harsh? Yes. I feel so guilty--guilty for thinking this way and guilty for taking her to get the damn haircut in the first place at the Drunken Bum Salon where apparently you don't have to actually be a drunken bum to cut hair like one, and as a customer, you never know if the person behind the scissors is smashed or sober, and good luck being able to tell.
Thankfully, Mia is too young to really care; she wanted short hair, she got it, and she's happier than a bird with a french fry. And of course, Caleb and I have said nothing but good things to her about it: "Oooo, super sassy!" and "Ow, wow, your hair is soooo pretty!" or "You really just love your new haircut, don't you?"
Why didn't I speak up while the kid was still in the chair? Listen. Her hair was wet, Merrick was antsy, and Mia was grinning from ear to ear--I couldn't get a good feel for what it would look like once dry, and I figured, hey, she loves it, that's all that matters, and so we left. We went straight over to Walmart for a few groceries and that's where her hair started to take on a life of its own. I panicked and made a beeline for the haircare section, where Mia and I picked out a few ultra-girly barrettes and hairbands.
I might take her back today just to see if someone there could even out her hair. This might involve cutting it even shorter, but that's fine with me because honestly it can't look any worse than it does now. And don't anybody tell me to leave it alone if Mia's happy with it, because that's not the way it works this time, I promise.
Pictures to follow.
I took Mia back to Cost Cutters immediately after school today. We pleaded our case with Debra, a glimmer of light and hope in the dark world of hair-fucker-uppers. I'd never seen her before; Debra had beautiful hair. Debra did not wear cut-off jean shorts and flip flops. She was totally understanding. She did a fantastic job of assessing the damage. I wonder where she'd been all my life. Funny story: while we were waiting on Debra, a lady in the chair next to us chuckled and asked if Mia had gotten hold of the scissors at home. Aha! So it wasn't just us; Mia's hair was all jacked up, and now we had the opinion of a complete stranger to back us on it. Awesome. Debra did what she could to fix the problem, for the most part, and it was free of charge (damn right)--Mia's hair is still short and choppy, and it doesn't lay quite right, but it's a lot tidier than it was. And Mia is still pleased as punch with it. 2月1日 SundayYesterday I paid to have my hair hacked clean off. It's the shortest I've ever had it...and I actually like it. I skipped the Drunken Bum Salon and went somewhere a little more upscale this time. (I had a gift certificate--thank you Shawna.) A friendly sober lady washed my hair, and played with my hair, and then snipped it all away into a simple brown bob like she loved me.
It's really swingy.
Caleb and I had a great time at the wine-and-goodbye party--we left the girls at home and, even though we had Merrick with us, for a moment, it almost felt like a grown-up night out. (Thank you Shawna and Billy--I swear if it weren't for them, Caleb and I would never have any fun.)
We had some mad ice and snow last week, but it's all mostly gone except for the crazy 3 foot drifts we've got in the shade of our house. I'm just so thankful that we can finally make it down our driveway now; our neighborhood is slightly hilly and it's probably the only place in our town that people had a tough time getting around in.
I've got a ton of new pictures, mostly of Merrick, that I'll try to put up later. Have a good week, people. |
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