So, after a long day where our little family was truly "Team Peters" (as Super J likes to call us) and we got all our chores done and Super J got all his trees replanted or at least rectified all the air pocket issues he was concerned about (a little chore that took about 6 hours), he suggested we visit our neighborhood pool that opened it's "gates" on Friday.
Keep in mind, it's 78 degrees outside when we head out. I know this because I had just checked on weather.com.
ANYWAY! Off we go, all swim suited and excited to be doing something "special". We get to the pool and we immediately tell our offspring to head towards the smaller, square wading pool that is all of 1 ft deep.
As we walk over, one little girl says oh so helpfully, "Yeah, that one is warmer because it has pee in it."
I kid you not.
I was shaking so hard trying not to bust a gut laughing. And so we start our summer at the pool. And now you know, when you are in a pool that is "warmer," the REAL reason.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
And more random musings
1. David Cook won American Idol. Yay. Good for him. I think David A. will be just fine and maybe a little better without all that pressure to be an A.I. winner. David C. is a little more mature. Super J said that he thought it was much better for David A. because he is, after all, 17 and can now do all sorts of things with his life besides being bound to a recording contract. He's probably right.
2. Miss O did not nap yesterday (remember?). Last night, I put her to bed at 8:30pm (she normally goes down around 9:30-10:00), but not before giving all the girls a little medicine because they all have been coughing up phlegm. ugh.
Guess what.
She got up this morning at 10:50am (Miss A got up at 7:00ish, which for her is late, but she came and got in bed with us and then started to snuggle with me (????) and kept talking to new baby, so I've been up since 7:00, too). I sincerely tried waking her up earlier. I even opened up her window blinds, which makes her room incredibly bright. But she was ZONKED OUT. Guess who is not napping again today? Oh yeah. Guess who's going to be a bright shiny star at Miss A's graduation tonight? Oh yeah. (answer: probably me. lolol. For both questions! lol.)
3. FINALLY! "Texas seizure of polygamist-sect kids thrown out"
"A Texas appeals court said Thursday that the state had no right to take more than 400 children from a polygamist sect's ranch, a ruling that could unravel one of the biggest child-custody cases in U.S. history.
The Third Court of Appeals in Austin ruled that the state offered "legally and factually insufficient" grounds for the "extreme" measure of removing all children from the ranch, from babies to teenagers."
This may not be enough to get the kids home (or only a small portion of it), but at least some authority has noticed. I am amazed at how little coverage it is getting, though, by the MSM. So frustrating.
More can be found HERE
4. Last night, I had trouble falling asleep. While waiting for Super J to watch A.I., I was sneaking in a bit of a chick flick and was watching a segment of the new version of Masterpiece Theatre's "Sense and Sensibility" (so beautiful! Love it) and saw the part where Marianne is talking to Elinor after she's recovered from her whole humiliation and terrible fever experience. They are speaking of the whole Willoughby fiasco and Elinor says to Marianne, "Surely you don't compare your behavior to his?" And Marianne replies, "No, I compare it to what it should have been. I compare it to yours." (that's the basic feel of the quote, though I doubt it's exact).
Boy, that got me thinking of recent events in my life where I smugly feel self-righteous about one thing or another, and then something happens where I realize how puny and insignificant I am and that I could of and SHOULD have behaved better. Been the better person.
Just ONE sad Example from only this past week (ohhhhhh, how many there have been in just this week!!!!): I was in Walmart with all three girls, prepping for Miss E's Astronaut Party. We witnessed a mom talking really mean to her kids about something goofy and trivial and I kind of "tsk, tsk'd" in my head. Well, after paying for our stuff, we head out to the car. I'm loading in bags, realizing that we'd been at Walmart for 2 hours (yegads!) and I'm tired and grumpy and I look in and Miss A is clearly not letting Miss E into the car, much less getting into her own seat and getting buckled, as instructed. So, what do *I* do? I say, "Miss A (including her middle name) Peters, what in the holy crap is that all about? Get to your seat and get buckled!" I did say crap, nothing more serious, but in that same tone we'd just heard. And guess what? Yep. Some lady was walking behind me when I said it. UGH! What goes around, comes around, I tell ya.
5. I got a call from a nurse from my insurance company. Turns out that I'd signed up for some pregnancy thing, where a nurse calls periodically to check in on you and see how you are doing. I feel a wee bit sheepish doing this, because this is my 4 and hopefully last baby. But, it was nice chatting with her. She's sending me a DVD called "Happiest Baby on the Block," which I'm excited about and she gave me some great websites. One is called Obstetrix.com and it has a section for telling your kids about pregnancy and stuff, and even has these little "cartoon" segments explaining the joys of pregnancy. So, I let Miss A watch them.
Oh dear.
She now can inform you that Super J has "sperm cells" that have secret instructions on whether the new baby will be a boy or girl (depending on whether they carry a "Y" or an "X"). I have "ovary cells," or something like that. She got to "see" how a baby grows and how the uterus contracts for the baby to come out and that we all used to have "M-bilical cords" attached to our belly buttons to feed us and give us oxygen. Good times. If you ever want to know more, just ask her. She is MORE than happy to share this new information.
6. We got a call from our house painter. Turns out that tomorrow they are coming to power wash the house and will start painting next Tuesday. That's great, except we have yet to pick a color for our house. YEGADS! Super J went to get some color swatch thingies and all, because we have to pick our color and then get it approved by the HOA of our neighborhood. Of course, I'm sleeping with the President of the HOA, so you'd think this wouldn't be a problem (ummmm...FYI: Super J *is* the Pres of the HOA, in case you didn't know), but we still need to go through the proper channels, so to speak. Nothing like making a big decision on the fly.
7. The In-laws may be coming to Miss A's graduation tonight. Will keep you posted.
8. I feel so tired. Definitely missed my nap. Will not miss this part of pregnancy. I will be an awesome mom in about...16 months. lol.
2. Miss O did not nap yesterday (remember?). Last night, I put her to bed at 8:30pm (she normally goes down around 9:30-10:00), but not before giving all the girls a little medicine because they all have been coughing up phlegm. ugh.
Guess what.
She got up this morning at 10:50am (Miss A got up at 7:00ish, which for her is late, but she came and got in bed with us and then started to snuggle with me (????) and kept talking to new baby, so I've been up since 7:00, too). I sincerely tried waking her up earlier. I even opened up her window blinds, which makes her room incredibly bright. But she was ZONKED OUT. Guess who is not napping again today? Oh yeah. Guess who's going to be a bright shiny star at Miss A's graduation tonight? Oh yeah. (answer: probably me. lolol. For both questions! lol.)
3. FINALLY! "Texas seizure of polygamist-sect kids thrown out"
"A Texas appeals court said Thursday that the state had no right to take more than 400 children from a polygamist sect's ranch, a ruling that could unravel one of the biggest child-custody cases in U.S. history.
The Third Court of Appeals in Austin ruled that the state offered "legally and factually insufficient" grounds for the "extreme" measure of removing all children from the ranch, from babies to teenagers."
This may not be enough to get the kids home (or only a small portion of it), but at least some authority has noticed. I am amazed at how little coverage it is getting, though, by the MSM. So frustrating.
More can be found HERE
4. Last night, I had trouble falling asleep. While waiting for Super J to watch A.I., I was sneaking in a bit of a chick flick and was watching a segment of the new version of Masterpiece Theatre's "Sense and Sensibility" (so beautiful! Love it) and saw the part where Marianne is talking to Elinor after she's recovered from her whole humiliation and terrible fever experience. They are speaking of the whole Willoughby fiasco and Elinor says to Marianne, "Surely you don't compare your behavior to his?" And Marianne replies, "No, I compare it to what it should have been. I compare it to yours." (that's the basic feel of the quote, though I doubt it's exact).
Boy, that got me thinking of recent events in my life where I smugly feel self-righteous about one thing or another, and then something happens where I realize how puny and insignificant I am and that I could of and SHOULD have behaved better. Been the better person.
Just ONE sad Example from only this past week (ohhhhhh, how many there have been in just this week!!!!): I was in Walmart with all three girls, prepping for Miss E's Astronaut Party. We witnessed a mom talking really mean to her kids about something goofy and trivial and I kind of "tsk, tsk'd" in my head. Well, after paying for our stuff, we head out to the car. I'm loading in bags, realizing that we'd been at Walmart for 2 hours (yegads!) and I'm tired and grumpy and I look in and Miss A is clearly not letting Miss E into the car, much less getting into her own seat and getting buckled, as instructed. So, what do *I* do? I say, "Miss A (including her middle name) Peters, what in the holy crap is that all about? Get to your seat and get buckled!" I did say crap, nothing more serious, but in that same tone we'd just heard. And guess what? Yep. Some lady was walking behind me when I said it. UGH! What goes around, comes around, I tell ya.
5. I got a call from a nurse from my insurance company. Turns out that I'd signed up for some pregnancy thing, where a nurse calls periodically to check in on you and see how you are doing. I feel a wee bit sheepish doing this, because this is my 4 and hopefully last baby. But, it was nice chatting with her. She's sending me a DVD called "Happiest Baby on the Block," which I'm excited about and she gave me some great websites. One is called Obstetrix.com and it has a section for telling your kids about pregnancy and stuff, and even has these little "cartoon" segments explaining the joys of pregnancy. So, I let Miss A watch them.
Oh dear.
She now can inform you that Super J has "sperm cells" that have secret instructions on whether the new baby will be a boy or girl (depending on whether they carry a "Y" or an "X"). I have "ovary cells," or something like that. She got to "see" how a baby grows and how the uterus contracts for the baby to come out and that we all used to have "M-bilical cords" attached to our belly buttons to feed us and give us oxygen. Good times. If you ever want to know more, just ask her. She is MORE than happy to share this new information.
6. We got a call from our house painter. Turns out that tomorrow they are coming to power wash the house and will start painting next Tuesday. That's great, except we have yet to pick a color for our house. YEGADS! Super J went to get some color swatch thingies and all, because we have to pick our color and then get it approved by the HOA of our neighborhood. Of course, I'm sleeping with the President of the HOA, so you'd think this wouldn't be a problem (ummmm...FYI: Super J *is* the Pres of the HOA, in case you didn't know), but we still need to go through the proper channels, so to speak. Nothing like making a big decision on the fly.
7. The In-laws may be coming to Miss A's graduation tonight. Will keep you posted.
8. I feel so tired. Definitely missed my nap. Will not miss this part of pregnancy. I will be an awesome mom in about...16 months. lol.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sharing beverages
The Set-up: Miss O, as we all know by now, is a water hound.
She loves to be in it, feel it, free it from the captivity of the refrigerator or sink, and most of all, drink it. It's her favorite beverage. And she feels any abandoned cup (meaning: even one sitting a few feet from it's owner) is fair game. She love, in particular, to find MY glass or, let's be honest: any of my plastic 42oz cups that I've gotten from ordering the SUPER SIZE beverage from McDonald's or picked up at some gas station that now hold a bit of my daily water intake.
Gentle Reader, true confessions: I have mentioned this before, but sadly it bears repeating. I have an addiction to a good, solid plastic cup. Super J would testify to that in court. Of course, I obviously dig a tasty fountain drink if it comes with it...which, truth be told, is harder to come by than one might think. But a nearby Quik Trip gas station has afforded me the opportunity to make my favorite beverage combo, so it becomes a real treat for me: Over crushed ice, I combine half caffeine free diet Coke and half full sugared acid-eat-a-hole-straight-through-your-stomach Coke. Yum. AND, I get a great plastic cup to boot. (and I'm not a cola snob...if they offered caffeine free diet Pepsi/regular Pepsi, I'd fill up on that, too). I do NOT get one super often, but I do love knowing that I can!!!!
ANYWAY! Getting back to Miss O and her water. After a busy day today of playing at the park and then going to Costco with all the girls and Miss A's bestest friend in the whole wide world (yes. That's 4 girls and myself at Costco. A woman there asked me in all seriousness if I did child care or if all those girls were mine. Nice. I was kinda glad she didn't notice or mention that I was pregnant.), we came home and got settled down. Miss O, who had power napped for about 20 minutes in the car, decided to forgo her afternoon nap (and who's feeling it right about now? Oh yeah...moi). She did not forgo her afternoon snack. Thus, eating a cracker, she came and found me (by the computer, of course) and my water and wanted a drink of my "dat-dah".
Ugh. A 22 month old with a mouth full of crackers and my water...not necessarily a combo I'm thrilled with because, let's say it all together: BACKWASH!
But you know what, Miss O and her water lovin' heart, SURRRRR-PRISED me. She didn't. Backwash, that is. And you know what...this isn't the first time I've noticed it. But I was reminded of this strange talent she has. So, Hip Hip Hooray! My water was saved. And I knew I had to blog about it, because it's so peculiar. Even her older sisters still backwash, and so when THEY want a drink, generally I chug whatever I want of my beverage before surrendering it to them, because once I give it to them, I really don't want it back.
So now you know. If Miss O ever swipes your beverage when you are visiting us, feel free to be grossed out by whatever germs she may be sharing with you, but you can be happy to know it's relatively safe from backwash. Interesting, eh?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Miss E's Preschool Closing Program
Tonight we got to go Miss A & E's Preschool at a near-by Baptist Church, for Miss E's end of year program (Miss A's commencement is on Thursday--can you imagine? Commencement from Preschool...gotta love it). The 3 yr old class (who now are mainly 4 yr olds) were soooooo cute. They just sang a lot of the songs they had learned through the year. You should have seen their rendition of "Where is Thumbkin?"...Even Miss E was looking at her hands like, "Yeah, where IS Thumbkin?" and those pointer fingers???? Too funny. Even as an adult, it's kinda hard to hold "Middleman" and "Ringman" up, so you can only imagine what these kids were working with.
And, of COURSE, we have pictures, and yes...I'll be posting. I know I say that about all these events, but just you wait! When I get my pictures downloaded, it'll be a smattering of EVERYTHING from Florida to birthday parties to this! It'll be shocking, I'm sure, to actually see stuff I've been talking about. :)
Still, we were very happy she had such a good year. She's super excited to be going back next year. Why, you ask? I know the answer because I actually did ask. She's excited because, "I get to go on Field Trips." Oh. Okay. That's a lot of excitement for 4 field trips, believe you me. :)
And, of COURSE, we have pictures, and yes...I'll be posting. I know I say that about all these events, but just you wait! When I get my pictures downloaded, it'll be a smattering of EVERYTHING from Florida to birthday parties to this! It'll be shocking, I'm sure, to actually see stuff I've been talking about. :)
Still, we were very happy she had such a good year. She's super excited to be going back next year. Why, you ask? I know the answer because I actually did ask. She's excited because, "I get to go on Field Trips." Oh. Okay. That's a lot of excitement for 4 field trips, believe you me. :)
Monday, May 19, 2008
Another new skill
As I've been sitting reading our dear friend Jennifer's latest entry on her crazy great blog (and which I would love for you to read and let me know what YOU think...read the comments and you'll see what I think), Miss O has come up to me with my empty-ish EasydeX 50 bottle. She has unscrewed the lid.
Yes. That is right. She can now unscrew caps...from bottles. And sippies. Over and over. Sometimes, like just a moment ago, she'll take a cup of water that once belonged to one of her sisters from lunch and try to pour the contents into the empty-ish EasydeX 50 bottle. On the carpet.
And the good times with her just keep'a rolling along.
Yes. That is right. She can now unscrew caps...from bottles. And sippies. Over and over. Sometimes, like just a moment ago, she'll take a cup of water that once belonged to one of her sisters from lunch and try to pour the contents into the empty-ish EasydeX 50 bottle. On the carpet.
And the good times with her just keep'a rolling along.
Back from the doctor...
I've now been "drawn" and given my Rho-gam shot. Gained 7 lbs (expected after the big birthday celebration and vacation...my doctor didn't even blink an eye. Knowing my pattern, I'll probably drop between 2-4 lbs by Thursday when I'm back to my "normal" eating). Got to hear New Baby's heartbeat. Sounds great! And the ol' blood pressure is right where it needs to be. Wahoo!
The Dr. said that they'll have the glucose screening tests on Thursday and I'll know by Monday if there are any "abnormalities," but she doubted there would be. I kinda chuckled at that, because I'm not really sure if they can tell at this point anyway (who knows, though!), but I sure like her sense of optimism.
Came home and had lunch and a piece of Miss E's leftover birthday cake. I'm still stress eating a little, I think. lol. OH! And the whole thing only took 45 minutes. I'm always surprised when it's that fast because I'm used to having to sit in the waiting room for 45 minutes. Overall, good trip to the Doctor's.
The Dr. said that they'll have the glucose screening tests on Thursday and I'll know by Monday if there are any "abnormalities," but she doubted there would be. I kinda chuckled at that, because I'm not really sure if they can tell at this point anyway (who knows, though!), but I sure like her sense of optimism.
Came home and had lunch and a piece of Miss E's leftover birthday cake. I'm still stress eating a little, I think. lol. OH! And the whole thing only took 45 minutes. I'm always surprised when it's that fast because I'm used to having to sit in the waiting room for 45 minutes. Overall, good trip to the Doctor's.
100th post! And I'm drinking my "EasydeX 50"
Much like a flat Orange Crush soda, EasydeX 50 is very orange-y and sweet. I am embarrassed to admit, it's not so terrible. Hmmmm...what does this say about me.
One thing it says is that I am NOT one of those people who takes a nibble of cheesecake and exclaims, "Oh!!!! It's so rich! I can't have another bite!" Whatever. Bring it on, is what I say. And while I'm not crazy about this beverage, I've probably had worse from a fountain machine that's on the fritz. In fact, it probably tastes much like an undiluted slurpee...if it was frozen, it would probably give me a brain freeze.
With one last gulp...And now I'm done. Okay, must say the beginning was not terrible, but chugging it down in under 5 minutes...I don't think I was that thirsty. Oh well. It's done. And so is my shower, and Miss O is up (I need to feed her, though), and I think I may go brush my teeth. lol. Just one hour until they stick me with a needle. Ohhhhhh joy.
Glucose Screening Test
Yes. Today is the day I get screened for my glucose. I'm a nervous nelly, I have to admit because I "failed" it with Miss O. For those not in "the know," this is where I drink a sugary flat-like soda, wait an hour without eating/drinking anything else and then go get my blood drawn to see what my glucose levels are. If I "fail" this, I get to go in for a 3-hour glucose test (where I basically do the same scenario, but get to go in FASTING and then drink an even bigger drink and then they draw blood...4 times, if I remember correctly. The Before you drink and then 3 times after). If I "fail" that, I would be diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and depending on the level, have to watch my diet, exercise even more and maybe even have to do insulin.
It's all for the good of the baby, though. Another test to monitor another possibility.
I didn't have to worry about this at all with Miss A and E, but like I said, I had to do it with Miss O. And last night...when I was able to finally fall asleep, man o man! Talk about weird dreams. I dreamed I was being carjacked (so scary that I woke myself up from it), and in another dream, that I was a fashion designer (hahahahahahaha!) on Project Runway (no less! once again: hahahahahahahaha) and that I had to use the restroom so bad I ended up peeing this Shocking Orange liquid on the floor (the exact color of my "soda" I have to drink in an hour). How nutty is that????? (and no, I did not wet my bed! lolol).
So, yes. I have a little anxiety.
I read somewhere that I need to be an adult and just go in and take the test, since it is for the good and health of me and my baby and it's not "my fault" if I don't pass it. Still. I hate needles so much. Yes. I said it: Hate. At least the lab people where I go are good at what they do and have yet to do much damage, but still. It only takes one person who "can't find your veins!" to freak me out for many needle pokes to come. Plus, seeing my own blood makes me queasy (ask any of my kin...I totally pass out. Which is another reason why I'd never watch myself birthing out a baby. Too much of...well...everything to see. Not even the "miracle" of birth could get me over all that grossness.)
See???? This is how nervous I am. I am just blabbing away...am I showered yet? No. Is the baby still sleeping? Yes. What should I be doing? Um....blogging?
Anywhooooooo, I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, have a great day!
It's all for the good of the baby, though. Another test to monitor another possibility.
I didn't have to worry about this at all with Miss A and E, but like I said, I had to do it with Miss O. And last night...when I was able to finally fall asleep, man o man! Talk about weird dreams. I dreamed I was being carjacked (so scary that I woke myself up from it), and in another dream, that I was a fashion designer (hahahahahahaha!) on Project Runway (no less! once again: hahahahahahahaha) and that I had to use the restroom so bad I ended up peeing this Shocking Orange liquid on the floor (the exact color of my "soda" I have to drink in an hour). How nutty is that????? (and no, I did not wet my bed! lolol).
So, yes. I have a little anxiety.
I read somewhere that I need to be an adult and just go in and take the test, since it is for the good and health of me and my baby and it's not "my fault" if I don't pass it. Still. I hate needles so much. Yes. I said it: Hate. At least the lab people where I go are good at what they do and have yet to do much damage, but still. It only takes one person who "can't find your veins!" to freak me out for many needle pokes to come. Plus, seeing my own blood makes me queasy (ask any of my kin...I totally pass out. Which is another reason why I'd never watch myself birthing out a baby. Too much of...well...everything to see. Not even the "miracle" of birth could get me over all that grossness.)
See???? This is how nervous I am. I am just blabbing away...am I showered yet? No. Is the baby still sleeping? Yes. What should I be doing? Um....blogging?
Anywhooooooo, I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, have a great day!
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