Friday, February 27, 2009
I had a bottle for Lydia, but she was more interested in nursing, so I went ahead and pulled up my shirt and let her nurse. The girls had never really seen anyone nurse a baby before and they got in close to see what Lydia was doing. They were curious, maybe a little weirded out. I let them look, because, well, I'm not shy. And that started a little teaching moment.
I told them that Lydia was drinking milk, that moms with babies can make milk. I asked if they'd ever seen a baby cow, horse or other animal drink milk from their mommy. They had, so that made things a little easier, and their mom helped with this point.
I asked if they thought it was kinda funny, because by the look on their faces they surely thought it was. They were pretty insistent that Lydia would rather drink out of her bottle. :)
To the mom of those twin girls - I really hope it was okay! Maybe they'll grow up and be breastfeeding advocates and it'll all be traced back to their boring day at B&N! Maybe not. *shrug*
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Did you see that - it was in the past tense - "hated" not "hate" - which then begs the question, "What happened to you, Bonnie?"
What happened was I developed a small crush on Peyton Manning which is constantly fed by the commercials he does. I, of course, think his commercials are hilarious.
The other thing that happened was I had to listen to Mike and Mike in the Morning on ESPN radio some morning when I was in the car with Travis and I thought that they were also hilarious.
So I guess, if you are a woman who hates football but are in a relationship with a man who loves it the best thing you could do is give Peyton, Mike and Mike a shot. They may change your mind, too.
Friday, February 20, 2009
I noticed. Good for them and shame on me.
Let me try saying this all again. Madame Speaker of the House is a very public person and also very publicly portrays herself as a practicing Catholic. Now, clearly I am a moody, quick-tempered sinner (that list could be much longer but now's not the time). Yet when I proclaim myself to be Catholic all my views are in line with the Teachings of the Church. Even things that are difficult for me to understand or agree with - I submit to the Authority of the Church. When I receive the Holy Eucharist at Mass I pray to God that I do not do so unworthily lest I heap condemnation upon my head. (1 Cor 11:27)
Ms. Pelosi receives Communion all the while misrepresenting the Teachings of the Church, something that is frustrating and even painful to see. She also, as one commenter stated, "ignores the elephant in the room" and continues to portray herself as a good Catholic even though the Holy Father himself has offered fraternal correction. This is also frustrating and even maddening to see.
I don't expect noncatholics to understand my feelings towards her on this subject. But I do hope you can understand that when one is Catholic they are supposed to live in accord to the Teachings of the Church, if you don't then you really should stop receiving Holy Communion and stop publicly portraying yourself as a Catholic. I'm not trying to kick her out of the Church, I just want her to listen to what the bishops have to say and keep her mouth shut in the meantime.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
- I was driving so slow (20mph) because it was 3:40pm on a school day and there were still children present, so I was driving the speed limit.
- The school zone speed limit goes into effect on the far side of the high school and lasts until you pass the jr high. That's why I was going so slow for so long.
- You really should adhere to the 3 second rule, and not drive your huge, stupid, gas-guzzling truck so close to the person you're following that she can't see your headlights.
- If you do it again I might have to go all Julia Roberts on you.
Be warned! I almost took down your plates and called the cops.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sarah finally began to bag my groceries when they were almost all scanned and there wasn't much room left to put them. She then began to open my reusable bags and said to me, "Sorry I'm slow with these bags, I don't usually bag." I smiled and forgave her, glad she was at least finally putting my groceries in the bag.
However, she slowed down even more when she began to talk to Erin. "Is Jake mad at you or something?" Erin shook her head, confused. "Well, he was like, 'Erin needs a bagger' and then he said a not-so-nice word. Like, 'Erin needs a bagger, s----.'"
Erin looked at Sarah, looked at me and looked away. Clearly she was embarrassed. She asked, "Like he was talking about me? He said it in the same sentence with my name?"
Sarah said yes and then told the story again.
Erin got quiet and Sarah then picked up my Duetto ice cream and asked Erin, "OMG, have you ever had this? It's so good." She went on about the ice cream for a little bit before finally putting it in the bag and continuing her job. She finally noticed that Erin seemed a bit sad and quiet and asked her if she was okay because she seemed a little off.
At this point I spoke up and said, "Well if I were her I'd be mortified that you just said what you did in front of a perfect stranger. How embarrassing for poor Erin."
At the time I felt like I was pointing out to Sarah how inconsiderate she had been. I also wanted to stick up for Erin a little bit. However, if Sarah had been a better bagger I might not have been annoyed with her in the first place and wouldn't have said anything. But then on the other hand, I'm always opening my big mouth.
So, all this to ask, do you think I was rude?
Friday, February 13, 2009
#1 - He doesn't get mad at me when I'm grouchy, impatient and short-tempered because he knows that I'm pregnant and tired. So when I'm just-about-mean, he's gracious, giving and forgiving.
#2 - He makes me laugh every single day.
#3 - He will stop what he's doing to pray with me.
#4 - He is an amazing dad and doesn't mind one bit walking through the door and scooping up his daughter, distracting her, playing with her, changing her diaper, allowing me to rest my arms and clean up my kitchen.
#5 - He is not afraid of standing up for what is right, of telling his students to get their act together, of telling me to put down the cookies and pick up the glass of water.
#6 - He's incredibly loving and affectionate.
#7 - He is the kind of man that I can submit to. I know that he'll take care of me and Lydia and has our best interests in mind.
Lisa, Lydia Anne and Miriam Lee were really easy to come up with. But Bennet took forever. It was our boy name for Lydia and we're just sticking with it. There's a lot of boy names I like that Travis doesn't:
Here are the problems with the names:
Linus: Despite that fact that every time we watch Law & Order and Linus Roache's name comes up (he's the main lawyer guy) I say his name out loud and remind Travis that Linus was a pope, he still doesn't like it. Even though Linus Roache plays Bruce Wayne's dad in Batman Begins, he doesn't like it. But I guess, in the end, he's afraid we'll end up with an annoying amount of blue blankets. Which is a legitimate fear.
Ivan: Trav's cousin's dog's name is Ivan.
Ian: Trav went to high school with a stoner named Ian.
Marcus: I dated a Marcus. I understand this one as we will never, ever have anything named Rachel, child, dog, iguana....
Pedro: He says a German and a Swede can't name a kid Pedro. *shrug*
Thursday, February 12, 2009
"Bennet if we have a boy."
"Oh, I like that name. That's good. What about for a girl?"
"Miriam for a girl."
"Do you have any other names?"
No, we do not have any other names. I've wanted to name a daughter Miriam for years; when I was in SF for my college internship I met a Miriam and asked her if she liked growing up with the name, if she was teased about it, etc. She reported that she loved it because it was different enough that there weren't 3 Miriams in her class but not different enough that other kids could easily tease her about it.
I chose the name because of the scene following the crossing of the Red Sea when Moses' sister, Miriam, leads the Israelites in praising God. It's also a form of Mary and my good friend took the name Sr. Miriam Caritas when she entered the Sisters of Life.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
She's a surprise. Unplanned. A little bit of an "oops," with a touch of "oh no" thrown in. We are excited, we just can't think about money, and how tired I am, and how Lydia stresses me out, and how sometimes I feel like such a failure of a mom.
Just to clarify, so that we don't give NFP a bad name, we weren't charting. I was too tired and stressed out. Plus, when your baby has crawled into the bathroom, crying because you left her with her toys so you could pee alone, and is standing up, clinging to your pants, well, it's a little awkward to check your fertile signs.
For awhile I thought I was pregnant but I was in denial. When nursing began to hurt again, I said it was because Lydia was biting (even though she really wasn't). And when I had some light spotting and then no period I told myself there was no way it was implantation bleeding. I kept feeling like I was coming down with the flu but never did and I just figured it was because I was drinking orange juice that things never got bad. But when my milk supply continued to decrease and Lydia became hungrier and crabbier, well, I couldn't ignore it any more.
January 11th I bought an ept and took it that night, figuring that if I was pregnant I was far enough along to show up at night. And it did, but faintly, so I told myself I would take the test in the morning to be sure. Monday morning I called Travis, barely awake, and left this message, "I'm pregnant. And I'm going back to bed."
Besides Travis, the first person to know I was pregnant was Ginger, our insurance company contact. (They will pay for a home birth!)
I'm 10 weeks pregnant now. The due date is September 2nd. Lydia will be 16 months old. I think I want another pineapple upside down cake for a birthday cake. That was so good.
So there's been some morning sickness. And I'm already noticing shortness of breath when I dance with Lydia. And my already fat belly is bulging more, but now I guess I just look pregnant instead of fat. *shrug* My back hurts. But so far things with this pregnancy are a lot easier than with Lydia. But I don't really feel preggo yet.
PS I referred to the baby as a "she" and I'll probably do that throughout the pregnancy, but we're not finding out the sex. Just so you know!
Probably one of the most frustrating parts of this new pregnancy is that my milk supply has majorly decreased and Lydia is not quite ready to be eating lots of food. So my little girl is hungry a lot, and now that she wants to nurse more for comfort - well, I hope she learns to chew better. And soon!