Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
These are the Moments
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I wasn't sure I would have much to blog about today because I'm not quite ready to delve into the depths of the family trip I just took (I need more time for that). Luckily - Hunter gave me something to talk about:
I thought he was down for his nap- started checking my email, went to throw some laundry in the wash and came back to him sitting up and talking. I was annoyed- but figured he'd go back down. Not too long later I saw him grabbing for the monitor (It's a video monitor and he knows if he knocks it down- we come in). His super go-go-gadget arms reached the cord and sent the thing flying. So I went upstairs and went into the nursery. Hunter of course was happy to see me- but he was messing with the curtains (freakishly long arms!) so I got those away and was about to bend down to pick up the monitor when I felt something wet sprinkling on my foot. I look up and see Hunter- bare-butt and peeing. On me. I said- You don't have a diaper on! He simply looked at me and grinned. He knew that it was funny. I saw his diaper in the crib to the side- simply shoved off like a jacket. Instead of running to clean the mess- I ran for the camera and had to capture this moment. Hunter still thought it was funny and I totally reinforced it- but oh well. Got the full frontal shot and then proceeded to put his clean diaper back on and take the wet sheet off and clean the floor and my foot.
He's napping now. And I'm pretty sure he has his diaper on. How did I miss that with a video monitor? No clue. I will get Jason to help me upload the pics later. :) For now- just imagine a grinning 13 month old with his bottom all aired out.
I wasn't sure I would have much to blog about today because I'm not quite ready to delve into the depths of the family trip I just took (I need more time for that). Luckily - Hunter gave me something to talk about:
I thought he was down for his nap- started checking my email, went to throw some laundry in the wash and came back to him sitting up and talking. I was annoyed- but figured he'd go back down. Not too long later I saw him grabbing for the monitor (It's a video monitor and he knows if he knocks it down- we come in). His super go-go-gadget arms reached the cord and sent the thing flying. So I went upstairs and went into the nursery. Hunter of course was happy to see me- but he was messing with the curtains (freakishly long arms!) so I got those away and was about to bend down to pick up the monitor when I felt something wet sprinkling on my foot. I look up and see Hunter- bare-butt and peeing. On me. I said- You don't have a diaper on! He simply looked at me and grinned. He knew that it was funny. I saw his diaper in the crib to the side- simply shoved off like a jacket. Instead of running to clean the mess- I ran for the camera and had to capture this moment. Hunter still thought it was funny and I totally reinforced it- but oh well. Got the full frontal shot and then proceeded to put his clean diaper back on and take the wet sheet off and clean the floor and my foot.
He's napping now. And I'm pretty sure he has his diaper on. How did I miss that with a video monitor? No clue. I will get Jason to help me upload the pics later. :) For now- just imagine a grinning 13 month old with his bottom all aired out.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tour in motion
Ok- so a little update. I am in Nashville, hanging with my sister and her fabulous family. Hunter is sleeping in his pack n play, I have lunch plans and after lunch plans.... life is good.
This trip has been really good- like- how could I have been nervous about this good. Hunter is an angel. Plain and simple- he rocks. He's been sleeping in a different house almost every day with the exception of maybe a two or three night stint somewhere. He has spent most of his naps in a car seat, and has eaten on the floor, in a highchair, in a restaurant, in his car seat. He allowed me to have a 2 hour breakfast with my old mentor while he entertained himself with food, waitresses and methods of moving his body. He has become good friends almost instantly with all of my friends, their friends, their parents, their parent's puppies, and of course our family that he hasn't seen in a while. When we were visiting Memaush- he smiled, laughed, and walked for her. When we had dinner with my aunt, uncle and cousins- he became so enamored with my cousin Heather that when I was holding him- he went to her! That's kind of a big deal. He is a ray of sunshine and I am SO glad we took this trip- and SO glad he's my baby (little boy!).
I have had such joy seeing friends I haven't seen in a while. It is scary how easy it was to travel from Virginia to the middle of Florida (with a few stops!). It reminds me that with a good plan- you can make almost anything work well. I am above all so glad that I made this effort to see Memaush. She is not doing well, her body is slowly dying and she is tired. I got to visit with her- talk to her, listen to her. I put lotion on her arms, shoulders, legs, feet. I brushed her hair. It was a sacred time. I said I love you and said goodbye. There is no greater gift to a relationship this meaningful than the ability to say those two things and know that it may be the last conversation you had. I am either at peace or oblivious to what will happen when Memaush does die. I really think it's peace.
ooh- Hunter's up. Don't want to wake Lucy!
more later
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
On the Road Again
I am about to embark on my little Tour de South. Jason and I will be in Auburn this weekend to watch a game (yea!!) and see my sister, Jessa dance (double yea!!). After that Jason will fly back home with good friends while I travel to Florida via Valdosta (yea for Cliff) to see my Memaush. Memaush (my g-mother on my Mom's side) is just not doing great. It's been a roller coaster ride for the family, especially Mom, who gives us updates on her health as she goes up and down emotionally and physically. It sounds like Memaush is tired, and maybe I'll do another post on that later. I feel like she is ready to go, and I want to see her and hug her and love her before she does. whew. SO then I am heading up to Nashville via Valdosta and Atlanta (yea Cliff and Katy!). There I am going to hang out with my sister Kelly, Jeff and little Lucy and have so so much fun. I will also get to see my dear friend Nancy and itty bitty Becca. Also super exciting.
This little tour is kind of my coming out as a stay at home mom- it says- I can leave and drive around for two weeks- woohoo! Jason will check on Grandmother and all should be well. I have good friends along the way that I'll get to see and who will break up the trip with their fabulous hospitality. I'm really really excited. IF I am good- I will take lots of pics and finally update this blog with pictures. Hunter looks so different now! Speaking of Hunter- he is up from his nap and playing independantly in the next room- hooray! We also discovered that he will tolerate playing in the pack n' play for a little while- which was very nice yesterday. Jason and I cleaned out our closets! Is anyone a size 6-8 with shorter arms and torso than I? I have some seriously beautiful clothes that do not fit at all. (and I was in a "get rid of stuff" mood- so even the maybes got tossed)
OK- just wanted to share my enthusiasm for the road trip with Hunter. Be in prayer for me as I will be doing this by myself- traveling with no pinch hitter will be interesting!
This little tour is kind of my coming out as a stay at home mom- it says- I can leave and drive around for two weeks- woohoo! Jason will check on Grandmother and all should be well. I have good friends along the way that I'll get to see and who will break up the trip with their fabulous hospitality. I'm really really excited. IF I am good- I will take lots of pics and finally update this blog with pictures. Hunter looks so different now! Speaking of Hunter- he is up from his nap and playing independantly in the next room- hooray! We also discovered that he will tolerate playing in the pack n' play for a little while- which was very nice yesterday. Jason and I cleaned out our closets! Is anyone a size 6-8 with shorter arms and torso than I? I have some seriously beautiful clothes that do not fit at all. (and I was in a "get rid of stuff" mood- so even the maybes got tossed)
OK- just wanted to share my enthusiasm for the road trip with Hunter. Be in prayer for me as I will be doing this by myself- traveling with no pinch hitter will be interesting!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Mellowcreme Pumpkins
That is what I'm pigging out on right now. Candy-corn like mellowcreme pumpkin candy. So today my husband asked me why I was stressed out. I hate the phrase "stressed-out"- because it is used by people in school who have term papers due- it just doesn't work for me. So I said I was a little frustrated and overwhelmed. "Why?" he asked- I said...
because the house is *disgusting*, i feel fat, i have a ticket from June that i don't know how to pay, my car smells gross, we need a new car seat, my grandmother has an ear infection, the grass needs to be mowed, i am tired of hunter whining for things and me not getting it right, my other grandmother is in the hospital, i have certain organizations that I'm wondering if i should step down from, we have a garden that needs to be razed, the whole yard needs to be redone but it isn't ours so i just get to fantasize that i have enough money to spend it on something that isn't mine, there are most likely cheerios in my bra which no longer is hugely full of boobs because i finished nursing, the house is full of random crap we don't need, all the clean laundry is sitting squished in one basket which means it is no longer folded because we keep sliding things out, it's cold and i don't have my cold clothes out, we keep going out of town, Bruno sheds, the door downstairs has a gap between it and the floor, i need to roll over my retirement pay from my last job, so do you, we need to pay your tuition, for that matter- your student loans from grad school which hang over me, find the car registration because we didn't have it when i got pulled over, there is mold growing above most our showers, there is a large hole in our guest bedroom ceiling, there are 4 ladders in our back yard from a project by the church 2 years ago, the space between our fence and the fence our neighbor built 2 years ago is being filled with plants and critters, our shed is full of furniture and the remnants from our last garage sale, i need to take care of myself physically but when i think i'm doing well i gain weight, i am trying to get clearer skin, we need to plan for retirement and hunter's college, and i basically think about different ways we should be saving money every 20 minutes but we don't ever sit down and do budget things so it never happens, you have meetings nearly every night of the week, the political parties are calling my house, my grandmother gets 30 mailings a day and probably 5 phone calls a day for money, my car is about to hit 100K miles which makes me think we might need a new care in a few years which is sad because i like my car, i'm wondering when we should start trying for another baby which freaks me out because sometimes i wonder if one is enough, you need allergy shots....
it's ok if you skimmed that. all that to say- all these things (plus some) are in my head on a regular basis, and all i have the energy to do is sit, eat pumpkin candy and blog about it.
it's no wonder I'm not getting anything done and feel fat.
by the way- for all you sunshine and daisies folks: i know i have it good- but i'm still a little crazy.
because the house is *disgusting*, i feel fat, i have a ticket from June that i don't know how to pay, my car smells gross, we need a new car seat, my grandmother has an ear infection, the grass needs to be mowed, i am tired of hunter whining for things and me not getting it right, my other grandmother is in the hospital, i have certain organizations that I'm wondering if i should step down from, we have a garden that needs to be razed, the whole yard needs to be redone but it isn't ours so i just get to fantasize that i have enough money to spend it on something that isn't mine, there are most likely cheerios in my bra which no longer is hugely full of boobs because i finished nursing, the house is full of random crap we don't need, all the clean laundry is sitting squished in one basket which means it is no longer folded because we keep sliding things out, it's cold and i don't have my cold clothes out, we keep going out of town, Bruno sheds, the door downstairs has a gap between it and the floor, i need to roll over my retirement pay from my last job, so do you, we need to pay your tuition, for that matter- your student loans from grad school which hang over me, find the car registration because we didn't have it when i got pulled over, there is mold growing above most our showers, there is a large hole in our guest bedroom ceiling, there are 4 ladders in our back yard from a project by the church 2 years ago, the space between our fence and the fence our neighbor built 2 years ago is being filled with plants and critters, our shed is full of furniture and the remnants from our last garage sale, i need to take care of myself physically but when i think i'm doing well i gain weight, i am trying to get clearer skin, we need to plan for retirement and hunter's college, and i basically think about different ways we should be saving money every 20 minutes but we don't ever sit down and do budget things so it never happens, you have meetings nearly every night of the week, the political parties are calling my house, my grandmother gets 30 mailings a day and probably 5 phone calls a day for money, my car is about to hit 100K miles which makes me think we might need a new care in a few years which is sad because i like my car, i'm wondering when we should start trying for another baby which freaks me out because sometimes i wonder if one is enough, you need allergy shots....
it's ok if you skimmed that. all that to say- all these things (plus some) are in my head on a regular basis, and all i have the energy to do is sit, eat pumpkin candy and blog about it.
it's no wonder I'm not getting anything done and feel fat.
by the way- for all you sunshine and daisies folks: i know i have it good- but i'm still a little crazy.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Alzheimers
This is not going to be as serious as it seems from the title. As many close to me know- my Grandmother has Alzheimers and I have been helping her out. Now- there is the hollywood version of helping Alzheimer's patients out, the do-good version (you know- let's all go to the assisted living place and sing a song), then there is the Granddaughter version:
1) Junk Mail. She gets on average (this is not a lie) 30 pieces of junk mail a day - specifically asking for money. She has several magazine subscriptions, some doubled, and a handful of "thank you"gifts coming in from when she gives money - which is often. I have inherited many of these gifts (bags, socks, underwear, dreamcatchers, coins, rosaries, gloves, reading lights, a sticker spporting the police chiefs (why do they need support? they have guns) and of course various doubled magazines).... She keeps the cards and calendars to herself - last year we threw out 150 calendars. Wow. I am in the process of calling all these people and trying to get her off the mailing list. Interesting and challenging.
2) Real mail. Things like- oh- say a tax adjusment for the 2007 tax year, that was mailed July 27 2009 and needed to be addressed in 30 days.... just found it. Nice. Mailing it to her tax friend who is perhaps 85 and still doing her taxes. Can't help but be a little nervous about that one. Bills, checks, statements, bills for things she "ordered" (aka "get a FREE preview of our book, andifyoulikeitwe'llbillyou10dayslater"), bills that are months over due and bills that are for things she doesn't need. I snatch as much as I can and mail it to Dad or take care of it if it is immediate. This feels like being financially responsible.... without the checks. Fun.
3) Medicine - I talked about this in a previous post. Refilling prescriptions and dreaming up ways to get her to take em- check!
4) Eating/Groceries- going to eat with her, going grocery shopping with her is especially hilarious... before I would try to steer her away from buying the honey buns and cakes, but she's 91 lbs and 87 years old. I make sure she buys the fattest kind. She has a severe sweet tooth and nothing to show for it- we hate her and love her. Dessert is not an option- so I have to order really healthy lunches to make up for the dessert. I have kept her from buying frozen chicken nuggets "in case company comes" by showing her while they were cooked - she would have to re-cook them. She also doesn't always know what she needs- so I have to steal a glance at her fridge and pantry- and then throw in some ensures and protein bars so she can fatten up.
5) Solicitors- every time her phone rings when I'm there- I rush to get it before her. It is always someone wanting money or checking up on a pledge she unwittingly made. Seriously- they should know better!
and that is just a little snap shot of it. We also have piles of magazines, books, and mailing in our house so that it isn't in hers.
I felt like painting this more realistic picture of what caring for my Grandmother is- just because I have a pile of her papers in front of me and thought- this is everywhere! Now it's in my blog. ha. The last thing I will say is that the perks of taking care of Grandmother are wonderful- she speaks so positively all the time- it helps me remember in her words that: every day is a great day, Hunter is always so happy and cheerful, I am so lucky, She is so grateful, It's a perfect day to walk/drive/ be out, and she loves me and feels close to me. That makes the mudane worthwhile. Plus her stories-every now and then I'll get a new one. ; )
Ok- need to shower.
1) Junk Mail. She gets on average (this is not a lie) 30 pieces of junk mail a day - specifically asking for money. She has several magazine subscriptions, some doubled, and a handful of "thank you"gifts coming in from when she gives money - which is often. I have inherited many of these gifts (bags, socks, underwear, dreamcatchers, coins, rosaries, gloves, reading lights, a sticker spporting the police chiefs (why do they need support? they have guns) and of course various doubled magazines).... She keeps the cards and calendars to herself - last year we threw out 150 calendars. Wow. I am in the process of calling all these people and trying to get her off the mailing list. Interesting and challenging.
2) Real mail. Things like- oh- say a tax adjusment for the 2007 tax year, that was mailed July 27 2009 and needed to be addressed in 30 days.... just found it. Nice. Mailing it to her tax friend who is perhaps 85 and still doing her taxes. Can't help but be a little nervous about that one. Bills, checks, statements, bills for things she "ordered" (aka "get a FREE preview of our book, andifyoulikeitwe'llbillyou10dayslater"), bills that are months over due and bills that are for things she doesn't need. I snatch as much as I can and mail it to Dad or take care of it if it is immediate. This feels like being financially responsible.... without the checks. Fun.
3) Medicine - I talked about this in a previous post. Refilling prescriptions and dreaming up ways to get her to take em- check!
4) Eating/Groceries- going to eat with her, going grocery shopping with her is especially hilarious... before I would try to steer her away from buying the honey buns and cakes, but she's 91 lbs and 87 years old. I make sure she buys the fattest kind. She has a severe sweet tooth and nothing to show for it- we hate her and love her. Dessert is not an option- so I have to order really healthy lunches to make up for the dessert. I have kept her from buying frozen chicken nuggets "in case company comes" by showing her while they were cooked - she would have to re-cook them. She also doesn't always know what she needs- so I have to steal a glance at her fridge and pantry- and then throw in some ensures and protein bars so she can fatten up.
5) Solicitors- every time her phone rings when I'm there- I rush to get it before her. It is always someone wanting money or checking up on a pledge she unwittingly made. Seriously- they should know better!
and that is just a little snap shot of it. We also have piles of magazines, books, and mailing in our house so that it isn't in hers.
I felt like painting this more realistic picture of what caring for my Grandmother is- just because I have a pile of her papers in front of me and thought- this is everywhere! Now it's in my blog. ha. The last thing I will say is that the perks of taking care of Grandmother are wonderful- she speaks so positively all the time- it helps me remember in her words that: every day is a great day, Hunter is always so happy and cheerful, I am so lucky, She is so grateful, It's a perfect day to walk/drive/ be out, and she loves me and feels close to me. That makes the mudane worthwhile. Plus her stories-every now and then I'll get a new one. ; )
Ok- need to shower.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Music in Asheville
Asheville (no- not Nashville)- Jason, Hunter and I just returned from a really nice trip to Asheville, NC. We were there to celebrate and get together with my sister Kelly and her birthday hubby Jeff and of course precious Lucy- our niece. It was so fun. We arrived Thursday night, put Hunter to bed and then enjoyed the hot tub (man- it would be so nice to have one of those!). Kelly and Jeff came much later- but not so late that we couldn't share a glass of wine in the hot tub. We stayed up way too late, our babies had pity and slept in a little.
Friday Jeff's folks arrived and that night the two couples went to a concert. This is how I know I am getting old- the concert was awesome. The reasons it was awesome: the venue was perfect- non-smoking bar/grill type atmosphere with about 100 seats to the stage, small and perfect... the music was amazing - it was a super group called WPA of Glen Phillips (from Toad the Wet Sprocket), the guitar guy from Nickel Creek and some other amazing musicians. I don't remember the details- but I remember the music and how it made me feel and how refreshing it was to see the performers enjoying the music. It felt like we were just happening by a jam session- only organized. It has been so long since I've lost myself in music- and I had that feeling that night. I could have closed my eyes and swayed and twirled in the back of the room if I didn't have any social inhibitions. It made me want to do that very thing at home- dance aimlessly. It has been a long time since I've done that.
When I was a little girl we had a house in Ft Walton Beach, Fl with a long long living room with high high ceilings. It felt like a cathedral - and it was my dancing sanctuary. I would grab my boom box, put on a little Madonna, Paula Abdul, Ace of Base- whatever mood struck me- and twirl and sway and dance and sing around that room. I would close my eyes and sing it out- let the weight of my body predict the next space I would occupy. I had no routine, no audience- just a free movement and a large floor. Those times made me so happy. I think the other night- I almost felt like a little kid again- like that little 10 year old that wanted to move with the music. It's sad that it takes a glass of wine and a live band to reclaim that feeling- but who cares- I felt it for a whole evening- and it was bliss. I think I understand why some artists are willing to starve for their art- it's the child-like bliss that makes it worth it. It feels like joy.
That look was on the faces of the performers- which is why it didn't feel like a performance. I felt like they were letting me in on their little world of joy- sharing it with me. I paid them for the pleasure and bought their CD to encourage them to continue on. That joy is not a given for all performers- and I just realized the obvious of how wonderful and fun it is to watch other people having the time of their lives. This is my kind of concert. So fun- thanks to Kelly and Jeff for inviting us!
Friday Jeff's folks arrived and that night the two couples went to a concert. This is how I know I am getting old- the concert was awesome. The reasons it was awesome: the venue was perfect- non-smoking bar/grill type atmosphere with about 100 seats to the stage, small and perfect... the music was amazing - it was a super group called WPA of Glen Phillips (from Toad the Wet Sprocket), the guitar guy from Nickel Creek and some other amazing musicians. I don't remember the details- but I remember the music and how it made me feel and how refreshing it was to see the performers enjoying the music. It felt like we were just happening by a jam session- only organized. It has been so long since I've lost myself in music- and I had that feeling that night. I could have closed my eyes and swayed and twirled in the back of the room if I didn't have any social inhibitions. It made me want to do that very thing at home- dance aimlessly. It has been a long time since I've done that.
When I was a little girl we had a house in Ft Walton Beach, Fl with a long long living room with high high ceilings. It felt like a cathedral - and it was my dancing sanctuary. I would grab my boom box, put on a little Madonna, Paula Abdul, Ace of Base- whatever mood struck me- and twirl and sway and dance and sing around that room. I would close my eyes and sing it out- let the weight of my body predict the next space I would occupy. I had no routine, no audience- just a free movement and a large floor. Those times made me so happy. I think the other night- I almost felt like a little kid again- like that little 10 year old that wanted to move with the music. It's sad that it takes a glass of wine and a live band to reclaim that feeling- but who cares- I felt it for a whole evening- and it was bliss. I think I understand why some artists are willing to starve for their art- it's the child-like bliss that makes it worth it. It feels like joy.
That look was on the faces of the performers- which is why it didn't feel like a performance. I felt like they were letting me in on their little world of joy- sharing it with me. I paid them for the pleasure and bought their CD to encourage them to continue on. That joy is not a given for all performers- and I just realized the obvious of how wonderful and fun it is to watch other people having the time of their lives. This is my kind of concert. So fun- thanks to Kelly and Jeff for inviting us!
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