Thursday, December 29, 2011

Day 10: A Childhood Memory

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I used to jump off the couch holding my umbrella, and try to fly like Mary Poppins. Still waiting.

ps: thanks to Izzy for the recreation

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Day 9: Someone You Love

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This does not mean I don't love Izzy and Sophie too. Just that I didn't take any good pictures of them today.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Day 3: Clouds

Day Three: Clouds

This is bit of a cheat, because I took it yesterday, but there were no clouds today so it will have to suffice.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Day 1: Self Portrait

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30 Day Photography Challenge

So, I have been looking for a great project to tackle in the new year - I wanted something ambitious, maybe that I had to do every day, but that also wasn't really THAT hard so I might actually achieve it.  Still haven't thought of anything (but I'm open to suggestions), but I found this 30 Day Photography Challenge thanks to Undomestic Diva, and even though it is supposed to start today, I figured 'why not?'  So I'm going to do it.

Want to join me? It was started here (well, the linky was started there - she didn't think up the challenge), and you can click on that link to add your name to the list of participants.  there is also a Flickr group you can join too to share your pics and see everyone else's.  As for mine, I'll be posting them here, and also on my daily photo blog, which has become more of a monthly-ish photo blog lately.

Monday, December 19, 2011

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Friday, December 16, 2011

Thirteen Weeks

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This picture was actually taken last week for a twelve week blog post, but apparently just taking the photo and thinking the words doesn't magically make them appear on the internet, so it will have to do.  I still look basically the same, so for fear that taking a brand new, current picture might result in another week of procrastination, here we are.

It is the beginning of the second trimester, and barring the stomach flu of earlier this week, I'm feeling much less nauseous.  Still tired and lazy, but at least a small part of that is probably related to not having expended even the slightest bit of physical energy over the past two months.  I'll try to get back into the gym and an exercise routine next week, or more likely, after Christmas.  That should perk me up.

I'm also going to try and get back in to doing fashion flashback, because I know you all have just been dying to see what fabulous clothes I'm going to drape myself in.  Lately it has primarily been pale purple velour sweat pants (yes, the same pair every day) and over sized t-shirts from Target.  Ooh-la-la!  But my stomach no longer feels like having fabric touch it would be the worst torture in the world, so it is time to step up my choice of outfit.  And in the hopes that taking photos (and showing them to the world) might inspire me to make an effort, here is what I wore this week (even the frumpy stuff):

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sweatshirt: Target
tank top:  Urban Outfitters
leggings: Motherhood maternity
shoes: Converse

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sweater: Velvet
shirt: thrifted
leggings: Target
boots: Frye

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sweater: Vera Wang for Kohls
tank top: Target
yoga pants: A Pea in the Pod
shoes: New Balance

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blazer: Goodwill
shirt: Target maternity (thanks to my MIL)
jeans: Target
booties: Miz Mooz

So, there you have it.  Several of these outfits are pretty lame, and the others I probably only wore for like ten minutes doing school pickup, but baby steps here people. Baby steps.

Monday, December 12, 2011


Friday night I spent the hours between 1am and 5am cleaning sheets, pillowcase, comforter and mattress pad, and sitting on the couch with Izzy while she threw up into a bucket.  It was surprisingly glamorous.  And given Sophie's tendency to drink out of any unattended cup, and the general germ-sharing of all kids, it seemed inevitable that there would be more vomit in my future.

But we made it through Saturday night with nothing more than a coughing fit (that sent me racing for a spare bucket just in case) from Sophie, and yesterday everyone seemed fine; even Izzy was back to normal.  Then this morning Brett told me he had been sick all night, and now I myself have spent a fair amount of my day in a hurry to get to the restroom.  So clearly the incubation time on this bug is longer than your average stomach flu which seem to pass pretty fast.

Jack was also sick today (he is currently dead asleep for roughly the fifth hour), but he is more fevery/ coughing.  Kind of how Sophie was Saturday night.  Izzy never had a fever during her hours of hurling, and I certainly don't now, plus there was no coughing or general phlemmy-ness either.  So I don't know if we have two different ailments going through the house or what.  I do know that Brett got on a plane this morning and won't be home longer than 12 hours for the next week, so I'm really hoping that whatever it is resolves itself without me having to stay up all night long doing gnarly laundry.

I don't even mind being sick myself because I know I can always make it to the proper receptacle in time.  Although, when I was pregnant with Izzy and with Sophie I caught stomach viruses and ended up hospitalized for dehydration, so that route isn't optimal given the whole no other adults around to take care of the kids thing.  But, at least according to how it affected Izzy and Brett, this seems to be a pretty mild affliction, so hopefully by tomorrow everyone will be out of the woods.

I better go find the rubber sheets just in case.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


Most people are probably surprised that Jack and Sophie still have a naptime everyday - I mean, they are four and almost 3 years old.  But I'll tell you, I'm not giving up on that alone time for ANYTHING.  Which makes it so much more annoying that they keep refusing to properly cooperate with their daily scheduled quiet times.

I do not firmly enforce napping, but they do have to be in their rooms and be reasonably quiet.  And in general they do pretty well.  Sophie especially plays very nicely by herself and then falls asleep.  However, she seems to think the proper time to fall asleep is about 3pm - which is basically the end of naptime.  On days when Brett is home - no problem.  She can sleep all the way until dinner, see if I care.  But when he's not here? Well, we have to go get Izzy at school, and as much as I dream about it every afternoon, I just can't leave them home alone while I do school pickup.  So Sophie has to be woken up (which makes her cranky), forced in to clothes (which makes her REALLY cranky) and coaxed out in to the car.  This entire process involves the same exact screaming, crying, explanations and ultimatums Every. Single. Day.  Real fun, let me tell you.

As for Jack, he basically doesn't nap anymore.  Which would be fine if he stayed in his room, but he comes out all the time asking me if it's time to get up yet, and then cries (because he's TIRED) when I make him go back in his room.  Or he'll sit at the very top of the stairs for as long as it takes for me to hear his little rustling sounds and tell him to go back to his room.  And even these things would be acceptable, except then he is a whiny, moody mess the rest of the afternoon because he didn't get any rest.  And nobody does whiny and moody quite like Jack, he is truly a master of irrational crying.  It is infuriating.  If you are going to be so tired you can no longer function, TAKE A FUCKING NAP!!!!  You're already in your room.  Where the bed is.  Lay down on it for god sakes.  Oh, and he's started lying too.  He'll be up in his room screaming and shouting and playing at full volume for the entire three hours, and then he'll tell me that Sophie (who is unconscious) was being too loud for him to sleep.  Yesterday he told me I was too loud.  Wow, kid, if you're going to lie to my face, you might want to work on your stories a bit.

I know the days of having Jack nap are swiftly coming to an end, but in general his behavior tells me very clearly that he still really needs that rest to get through the day.  And is there anything more frustrating than when your kids just won't listen to you and do what you say when you know what's best for them?  Ugh.  This is an ugly preview of teenage battles no doubt.

Monday, December 5, 2011

You Know You Are 11 Weeks Pregnant When...

- you can look at a sonogram all day and still not believe there's a baby in there.

- attempting to explain how tired you are earns you small expressions of sympathy and knowing smiles from patronizing people who think you are milking it.

- you can't focus on more than one thing at a time.  Sometimes not even one thing.

- you can't wait to look pregnant instead of just chubby

- you want to tell everyone you see that you are pregnant so they don't just think you are getting fat

- you can't tell if you are repeating yourself, and decide you don't care

- eating is all you think about (whether that means actually eating, or avoiding food at all costs)

- you can no longer sing along to even the cheesiest songs (Selena Gomez' Who Says, anyone?) because the "inspirational" message has you too choked up

- you forget half the bullet points on the list you thought up this morning.

- you keep running out of toilet paper

- sneezing/ coughing/ laughing have become a whole new level of challenge (especially if this is oh, say, a FOURTH baby)

- you look in the mirror and are surprised you aren't bigger

- there are no rules at mealtimes. Spaghetti for breakfast? Candy for dinner?  All good.

- a trip to the baby aisle of Target is less 'yay, adorable baby things' and  more 'dear god, where am I going to put all of this crap?'

- you can't think of a clever closing point.