Jun 11 2007

Quickie

That’s all I have time for at the moment.

Yesterday, while Cole was napping, I was watching High Fidelity and folding clothes. Cole woke up and I brought him back out to the living room with me. He was drinking from his bottle and gazing at the tv when Catherine Zeta Jones’ character came on. He sat up, pointed and said “Mama! Mama!”

He’s a kiss-ass already.

(Thanks, baby-doll, for thinking your momma could ever look like that. And for the ego-boost.)

Jun 07 2007

Nerd Girl

I don’t think I showed y’all a picture of my glasses yet. Shame on me!

What do you think- with or without?


Jun 07 2007

Buuuurrrrrp!

We learned this song at Strawberry.

Buuuurrrrrp! from Heels on Vimeo

John hasn’t quite grasped the concept of making sure the CUTE ONE that everybody actually wants to see is filmed, rather than the hulking monster who would rather hide in the corner. We’ll work on that. I wish you could see Cole’s face as he does that burp sound. It would melt your heart.

Jun 05 2007

Here’s why I haven’t been blogging-

It’s all complaints and boring, downer, life stuff. But because you asked…

Cole has a burst ear-drum. Poop. Poor little booger. No wonder he was such a monster on Sunday night- it was just getting ready to pop. That must hurt like a sunovabitch! I never really had ear infections when I was little, so I don’t really know.

I knew something was wrong on Sunday afternoon when we were coming back from John’s tux fitting. Cole was kind of listless, quiet, and not wanting food. When I put him back in his carseat after our late lunch, he felt really warm. I gave him some tylenol and he was quiet/sleeping all the way home.

That night, I put him to bed like usual, but he would toss and turn for a little while and then stand wailing in his crib until I could get to him. I took pity on him and let him sleep with us that night. He seemed comforted by sleeping with his head on my neck. It was less than comforting for me.

His daycare lady said that he was just not himself yesterday- way too quiet and not hungry. Last night he seemed to get quite a bit better, but I guess that was after the infection popped.

So he’s on the damn antibiotics again. I hate antibiotics, but I don’t know what else to do. I don’t like messing around with ears; his hearing is too precious. I just feel like maybe they could help me with prevention rather than dosing him after the fact.

Since then he’s developed a nasty cough and keeps himself up at night. I will blame some of my lack of motivation on having to get up in the middle of the night to cram cough medicine down an extremely reluctant but very strong toddler’s throat. That is not something one should have to do at 4:00 am.

And now I feel the cough tickle coming on. I’m thrilled. Completely. Can’t you tell?

I want a pop-tart.

Work has been interesting. I have a new position but, because it hasn’t been announced to the rest of the company, I still feel unsettled. It could also have something to do with not having a real job description or any training to speak of. It’s a strange place to be in. I think I will really like this position once I get rolling, but right now I just feel like going home and burying my head in a pillow. It’s bringing out the hyper-avoidant traits I tend toward anyway, which is really not a good thing.

And I’m tired.

And there’s still drama in my dance troupe, which doesn’t actually have anything to do with me, but still has made for some uncomfortable moments. I think I’m taking it too hard. All I want to do is dance.

We have a wedding to go to at the end of the month which I’m really looking forward to, but is costing us a good bit of money. Our friend is worth it, but it does make the budget awfully squeaky. I’m totally planning on using it as an excuse for family photos, though. It will also be the first time I’ll see John in a tux in person. I’ve seen pictures of the elusive beast, but I can’t wait to be able to see the real thing. I may not be able to contain myself. He should be prepared to be licked.

So that’s it. I’m a big old ball of… meh.

However, I’m a a big old ball of meh that now officially fits into her skinniest pre-pregnancy pants. So that’s something.

Jun 04 2007

Did Nobody on the Planning Committee Think of This?

Last week, the high school here in town (the one I happened to graduate from) held their 2007 graduation.

It seems that, to honor a beloved art teacher who died during this past school year, they had a flame-lighting ceremony where 4 students with long bbq lighters lit a lamp at the same time.

Lovely, right?

Except that it seems a bit insensitive when you find out that the teacher they were honoring died because his house exploded in a BALL of FLAMES and he died of extreme burns over 80% of his body.

Is it just me, or do you think maybe flowers or some nice little water feature would have been more appropriate? Maybe it’s just me…