Things I like.
Vera Neumann linens
Antique/Vintage dinnerware
Vintage or vintage/mod inspired furniture
Mod prints
anthropologie.com
modcloth.com
original art
our inherited collection of napkin rings
candle light dinners (when it's pizza/sandwiches/foie gras)
our green chair
other people's gardens
old books
to be continued...
Whoa there, horsey.
So yesterday was fun, wasn't it?
Kanye apologized to Taylor...Jessica Simpson's dog was eaten by a dingo and I had a mental melt down about returning to work. haha.
Oh, I kid...But thank you to some great friends who helped rationalize my anxieties and encourage me in my decision.
And to the greatest husband in the world...thanks for being my rock and my never-failing, ever-encouraging, ever-loving best friend. We make a great team.
Sometimes I just need you to shut up and be supportive.
So, I'm thinking about going back to work. And my anxiety over this situation is forcing me to make pro/con lists, eat excessive amounts of chocolate and read manuals and websites on childcare.
It's not the workday that scares me or the pursuit of a new endeavor for myself. I know I'll be fine and I actually am excited about the potential I see before me.
Problem is, now I have a child to think about. I have to worry about her well-being in the hands of others. I have to worry about what she'll be learning from her classmates and the lessons she'll bring home from her caregivers. I dread the moment she asks for her teacher instead of her mommy. I fear a backlash in her skills and knowledge.
But, the things I fear the most are.... the opinions of the masses. I'm frightened to death of hearing phrases like "well, she was such a sweet girl before you started her in daycare" or "smarter" or "healthier."
For all those moms out there who've had to face this same situation and have done so successfully, please...please...please offer me some advice. I'm afraid to google search things like "pros and cons of childcare" for fear of the inevitable panic attack with WILL ensue.
How do you justify putting your child in childcare? How do you justify keeping your child at home? How do you justify anything you do, any decision you make?
This, too, shall pass....right?
09/11/09
I wake up. I watch the husband leave for work. I make the baby's breakfast. I turn on the news. I turn off the news. I turn on Good Morning America. I make eggs sunny-side-up. I make coffee. I make toast with butter and strawberry preserves. I watch the special report at the Pentagon. I watch Gates and Obama give speeches. I can't avoid it. It's the eighth anniversary of a very sad day. A day that forever changed our beliefs, our practices, our rules and regulations. A day that shook this nation to the core and showed us what we are really made of. A day where we all feel a little bit more like a brotherhood and a little less like an extremely bipartisan citizenship. I turn off the lights, and make it a little bit darker in here. I feel the lump in my throat that started in my stomach and has worked it's way up. Is it raining everywhere this morning? Even Scout sits quietly on a pillow and watches the memorial at the Pentagon. Isn't it strange to mourn for something you've never seen, for people you've never met and situations you don't fully understand? In 2007, seven months pregnant, I made my first visit to NYC. Six years after 9/11, I still didn't feel comfortable making a visit to Ground Zero. It was too hard. It was too much to remember. I wanted to avoid it.
In 2001, my brother shot into my room at our college apartment in Bryan. He ran in and said, "you've got to come see this. You won't even believe what's happened." He was on the phone with my mother. I still remember what cell phone he had. We sat on our couch and watched as the reports that a plane had run into the Twin Towers. Half asleep, I selfishly commented "does this mean we don't have school today?" In all honesty, I thought it was a fire in one of the towers on our campus at first (half asleep) glance. Then it happened. Right before our eyes...and the eyes of the entire world. The second plane hit the South tower. Then, the Pentagon. Then the field in Pennsylvania. Then, they fell.
We didn't know anyone in New York. The closest we came to the attacks that day was a story that my grandparents had had dinner in the restaurant at the top of the tower only weeks before. We knew someone who knew someone who was related to someone who died in the attacks. And still we mourned. We cried. We grieve to this day. It is something that has forever marked us. It is something we witnessed. The first of truly traumatic events in our young adult lives.
For the first couple of years, we stopped. We stood still. We had moments of silence. We gasped, "I can't believe it's been two years, three years, four years..." We waited for action. We waited for memorials. We waited for explanation. We waited to see what would happen next.
Now, eight years later...I still try to avoid the news. I try to avoid the posts on blogs and the posts in my updates on twitter and facebook. I try to put on a brave face and not feel everything I felt on that day, watching those towers crumble into the clouds of dust. But again, I've been drawn like a moth to the flame. I say to myself, "there's no reason to feel so sad. There's no reason to cry. There's no reason to remember." But there is. Sure, it's not felt as strongly as those who were there. But, I think it does a tremendous disservice to avoid it. To write it off. To not think about it. To not remember.
So, today...I'm thinking about those who lost their loved ones on that day, and the days that followed.
Because she likes to do things herself...
Ms. Independent gets handed a spoon and some yogurt....after I cover her highchair in plastic splash mats. Oh, and there's some rubbing-yogurt-in-hair-action, too.
Best bubble bath in the world....
...happens to be a body wash. And here it is. It's 98% from natural origins. It's hypoallergenic. It's biodegradable, is packaged in 100% recyclable material and the company who produces it makes at least $100K in donations to the WWF (World Wildlife Fund, not the other "WWF").
Its scent of rosemary and mint will relax and energize you and just a teensy little cap-full of this stuff will make the bubbles go higher than your head (in a garden-size tub, no less!)! We love to keep this stuff next to the tub, but it also is a great body wash.
You can pick it up at local grocery stores for about $7 or you can pick it up by the case (WOW!) for around $45.
Better dash...the kid is wearing her potty on her head.
Craving chocolate?
Search WebMD and find a chocolate addiction video featuring a psychology professor that you did a data entry/nicotine-lab job for in college! It doubles the guilt by at least 100x.
http://www.webmd.com/video/chocolate-addicts
Now, back to that chocolate....
sometimes there's just nothing better to say.
me: scouts favorite thing to do lately is to try and pull her diaper off
it's pretty much the funniest thing
because she spends the majority of the day sagging enough that you see her butt crack
Sent at 4:07 PM on Friday
E W: nice
Sent at 4:09 PM on Friday
me: and then she stands next to me on the couch and says CATCH
and then dives
on my laptop
naked butt and all
are you getting a visual of the hassle it is to type this
HELP. My kid refuses breakfast.
It all started a couple of weeks ago...the usual apple-cinnamon waffles just weren't cutting it. You couldn't get her to eat them. Not in her highchair, not in a box, not with a treehouse with a fox. She will not eat them, Mom-I-am.
So then, we tried fruit. She will eat the crud out of strawberries, blueberries, peaches and bananas. So, GREAT, I'm thinking. But then, the diapers. Oh...the diapers. I'm pretty sure she was getting too much fiber in those fruits and needed a little more. So, we tried that ol' standby...cheerios.
But, nope. Not interested.
So at this point, our morning routine consists of waking up...fixing BLUEBERRY waffles...and bananas...which the kiddo screams at, throws on the floor and then demands that someone get her down from her highchair because dangit, she is not eating this crap. Or apparently, any other crap. Not even yogurt with cereal and fruit.
Tried eggs yesterday, and she broke out in a rash all over her face. I'm hopelessly lost. Mac and cheese for breakfast, anyone?
Happy Three YEARS to us!
JB and I just celebrated our third wedding anniversary! Though we planned on just spending it at home (after a weekend trip to my hometown and back...and plans that fell through for the condo in Galveston)...our good friend E volunteered to watch the little one so that we could go out and have a "date night."
Being the romantic couple that we are, we ate dinner at Which Wich and went to see the new Quentin Tarantino flick "Inglorious Basterds" (awesome, btw). But tonight, we did what we probably would have done lastnight...enjoyed a dinner of farmer's market sweet corn, farmer's market black-eyed peas (we shelled ourselves this weekend), and cupcakes from Hey Cupcake! J noted how we saved all of our calories for cupcakes. :D We talked about how the last year flew by even quicker than the first two, and how happy we are to be where we are today...though we both wish we had a little more time to play with Legos.
It seems like the rain gods have heard our pleas for rain since last week's water restrictions went "mandatory." We've been blessed with rain here in the Pflug. for TWO nights in a row. Right now, we are both doing a little bit of work on our laptops and listening to it rain. Even the dogs are excited about the rain. For the record, thunderstorms in central Texas are MUCH less frightening than they are in the Panhandle.
Anywho...here's to US; the ones who love each other without question, without abandon, without reason.
First day of school
Today marks the first day of the school year 2009 for most. My cousin is a senior in high school, my neice started kindergarten, my nephew started a new school...and Scout starts potty training. So many new changes and exciting things, we had to join in!
I'll keep you posted on the happenings of potty training. What's happening now? Scout is refusing breakfast unless it is blueberries, strawberries, peaches or bananas. It could be worse, I guess....
What July looked like for me....via tweets.
*searching for tires online. cheapest place? 9:19 PM Jul 1st from web
*just realized that jay left the water running in the backyard for about 14+ hours. yippee.1:01 PM Jul 2nd from web
*quality time with my awesome amazing wonderful husband 9:16 PM Jul 5th from web
*waiting to take the brohem and his wife-hem and child-hem to the airport-hem.9:09 AM Jul 7th from web
*grumpy pants, party of one.3:49 PM Jul 12th from web
*what happened Tony and Jessica? WHO CARES!?!?8:07 AM Jul 14th from web
*lknneezdxxzxZXa5...UPDATED BY SCOUT8:19 AM Jul 14th from web
*pool, check! lunch, check! nap, check! playing baby dolls for 30 minutes, check! (having a girl is so much FUNNNN!)5:22 PM Jul 15th from web
*feeding kiddo bananas for dinner. what else can we rummage up....6:33 PM Jul 16th from web
*please don't go giiirrrrrrrrrllllllll!8:43 AM Jul 20th from web
*hates that scam checks in the mail get her so excited....and the daydreaming begins.9:38 PM Jul 20th from web
*baby loves her VHS tapes10:03 AM Jul 23rd from web
*grinding teeth at night has broken through the threshold of my porcelain crown and is continuing to split my tooth down into the root. owch.8:23 PM Jul 25th from web
*the sleeping balance is off in this house. like, majorly....8:28 AM Jul 30th from web
*ahhh rain! happy plants, happy momma!10:05 AM Jul 30th from web
*Scout loves playing dress up....and I love watching her.1:57 PM Jul 30th from web
*up and watching saved by the bell college years. funnnn....7:55 AM Jul 31st from web
Happy August everyone! Back to school soon!
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