it’s the little things June 5, 2008

Kicking it HollowSquirrel style…things I am thankful for:

• Even though I usually complain about it, I’m thankful that most of our house has hardwood floors, because the rug in the living room STINKS and I can only imagine how bad the entire house would smell if it were all carpet.
• Even though I’d really like to get the money so we can pay off our CR-V, I’m thankful that we are only trying to sell a $10,000 truck and not a house (houses in our neighborhood are selling for less than half of what we paid for ours in late 2005).
• Even though I’m starting to get uncomfortable (and actually had contractions - real, non-Braxtion-Hicks contractions - on Monday), I’m thankful that I have not been placed on bedrest, which I think would be torturous right now. 8 weeks to go. I’m thankful that I am still able to give Sherman a bath and put him to bed (in his extremely-low-to-the-ground bed). I’m thankful that the only issue I’ve had is “slight” anemia, and that the iron supplements I’m taking have not totally wreaked havoc on my digestive system.
• Even though Sherman’s four day scary high fever and general lethargy was awful, I am thankful that he is rarely sick (knock on wood) and has never been admitted to the hospital (knock on wood), because I almost punched a doctor just for giving him a strep test. I’m also thankful that it came during a holiday week and Train and I were able to take turns staying home with him without too much rearranging.
• I’m thankful that I feel more sane during this pregnancy, able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’m not sure what everyone around me thinks of my attitude, but I think it’s pretty great, considering.
• Even though Verizon is in our neighborhood laying fiberoptic cable, and they cut our Comcast lines on Monday when they were working in our yard, and Comcast won’t send a technician out until Friday to look at it, and we aren’t even Verizon customers so there is no one else to complain to, I’m thankful that Train was able to hook up our own connection to the junction box so that we have been able to use the internet and watch television. You know, the services we pay out the ass for each month.
• Even though my commute kind of sucks, and doesn’t allow for much flexibility, I am thankful that Sherman doesn’t have to commute with me for an hour each way in the car, and that he is able to wake up and go to daycare at a normal time thanks to Train’s work schedule.
• Even though it seems like Sherman isn’t making much progress in the speech area, I am thankful for the new words that do occasionally pop up, and I am really tickled at how he keeps asking for Train’s brother-in-law Roadrunner to come and play. It is a trip hearing him use people’s names.
• Even though I am stressed that I will go into labor or have a similar emergency in the middle of the night and we will have to call someone to stay with Sherman, I am thankful that my parents will be here the second week of July and I won’t have to worry about it after that. Of course, Train will be out of town but…you take what you can get.
• Even though it’s sometimes kind of embarassing how Sherman usually throws a fit when I arrive to pick him up from daycare, I am thankful that he enjoys daycare and doesn’t instead throw a fit when Train drops him off in the morning.
• Even though it is a TOTAL DRAG, I’m thankful that I am able to pack healthy snacks to take to work along with my lunch and, sometimes, breakfast, because my junk food/candy intake at work was getting ridiculous. I have always packed my lunch, but I find if I make the extra effort to bring snacks from home (for 9am, 10:30am, and 2pm…yes…I take a lot of food with me), I’m not scavenging the snack machines and various candy jars on my floor, and I feel better overall.
• I’m thankful that it’s Thursday and we can semi-relax this weekend because Train finished all of the projects on my MUST DO BEFORE BABY OMG LIST (HOUSE SUBCATEGORY) during Memorial Day weekend. Now I have to start working on my own MUST DO BEFORE BABY OMG LIST (SHOPPING SUBCATEGORY) and MUST DO BEFORE BABY OMG LIST (CLEANING SUBCATEGORY). And pack a hospital bag. Sigh.

multi-task May 2, 2008

On Wednesday I came home late from work (I’m in an all day class at work all this week and next…brutal). There was a fresh meatloaf on the stove and macaroni boiling on the burner. Sherman was in the backyard with Train, who was mowing the grass.

“Can you check the macaroni? It’s been boiling for a couple of minutes,” Train said.

I went in and drained the macaroni, and added the butter, milk, and cheese powder on the counter (the butter was sliced, the milk measured, and the cheese package opened). I went back outside just as Train finished the last patch of grass.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” I told Train. “I was thinking one or the other would get done - dinner or the grass.”

“Well, the meatloaf took an hour, and when that was done I started the water boiling, came out and mowed a few minutes, and then went back and added the noodles, then came back out.”

That, ladies, is how it’s done. I can barely get dinner cooked when Sherman is in the other room watching monster trucks on Tivo, much less mow the grass at the same time.

hangin’ tough April 2, 2008

OMG, I don’t care what you say…Jonathan was always the hottest.

on my mind today March 26, 2008

Do you remember when Subway would cut the bread so that the top was a u-shape? And the bottom had that thick basket weave pattern? That bread was awesome.

Dear Carter’s, my son wouldn’t keep outgrowing your sleepers so fast if it wasn’t for his enormous feet. Of course, you probably plan it that way. WTF, Erika

There will be no discussion (due to my history of jinxes) of the transition to big boy bed. No news is good news.

Am I having Braxton Hicks? I never had these with Sherman.

This weekend is Kay’s wedding. We’ll be staying with my mom’s best friend, and she’ll keep Sherman while we go to the wedding. Is it too much to hope that she can take him for a walk after we leave and he can fall asleep in the stroller? Am I insane? Like he’s going to go on a walk without Train and I. We are sneaker-out-ers, not proper-goodbye-ers. I’m getting sweaty just thinking about it.