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A Series of Statements
Mar. 15th, 2007 09:40 pmThe 10-day forecast for Boston (now bookmarked to my favorites for easy, obsessive clicking) is predicting a "wintry mix" tonight and snow all day tomorrow, with snow showers - whatever the hell that is - the day after.
We leave in 12 days. We already have all of Elise's clothes and blankets and the kids' winter gear vaccum sealed into "space bags", that you suck the air out of for efficient use of space.
I was up until 4:30 am last night. I managed to post an assignment to my online class, participate in the discussion board (you get graded for that), and study for a test in my Independant Study class. I FINALLY went and took that test, test #1, today (there are 4 total) and got a B. I'm taking #2 Monday, #3 next Thursday, and #4 the following Monday, which is the day before we leave.
I have longies for Elise half done, a sweater for Jake a third done, and a scarf for Grant one fifth done.
I had my sewing machine up on the dining table where I'd been working, a couple of days ago. In order to sweep and mop, I draped the pedal up over the top of the machine. Next thing I know His Nakedness - Jake - was climbing up on it from a dining chair. He leaned on the pedal with his BARE PENIS UNDER THE NEEDLE. The middle part, even. I had unplugged the thing for convenience in sweeping...or Jake would have sewn up his penis. Dear God I was shuddering and wincing for the rest of the entire day. I was on the other side of the room and there was no way to get to him in time, when I saw what was happening. GEEZ MAN GEEZ!
He also got his first haircut. I have a sandwhich bag half full of black curls, and his neck now has a nape. I can't decide which is more precious to me - the bag of hair, or the new neck.
Driving to pick up Grant the other evening, I was talking to Ananda and glancing at her and Aaron in the rearview mirror. He had his head tipped back, mouth open, drooling in his sleep as she went on and on about things like;
"You know, Shaun says he doesn't like any beans, but chocolate is made out of beans, and he likes that. So obviously he likes cacao beans, at least."
"Balloons aren't really full of air at all...they're full of carbon dioxide. Because your body absorbs the oxygen when you breathe, and what you're breathing out isn't air anymore, it's just the carbon dioxide!"
"Do convertibles have air conditioning? Cuz that seems pretty wasteful to me."
Suddenly Aaron jerked his head up seeming totally alert and interrupted to ask, excitedly, "Mom - Can I have stilts for my birthday?!"
PATH on Tuesday was pretty cool, a volunteer led a really impressive St Patricks Day craft and lesson. Next Tuesday is bubbles and a water balloon fight.
Saturday we're having a big yard sale. Hopefully we'll make a couple of hundred dollars and the ad we put in the paper for my old car will go somewhere and bring a few hundred more. We've gotta bridge this gap with the trip coming up, and we're still coming up short. NEXT Saturday starts with me slipping out of the house while everyone is asleep to go to an Executive Committee/EC meeting for PATH and then coming home to pick up Ananda and take her with me to Kristin's, for my belly cast.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to do things like evening primrose suppositories, and taking PN-6 (an herbal thing) to help make sure I go into labor somewhere near "on time". I'm not feeling impatient AT ALL - I'm actually really hoping she hangs loose in there because I want to be up in Boston before anything happens. But once we are there, Grant is missing work, and we're spending money, and so on. He is totally willing to be patient and I know that is important, but if there are simple steps I can take like those, that don't really force labor if it isn't close anyway...All natural, gentle things...Yet, we won't arrive until I'm 39 weeks. Do I want to do anything that might push me too soon? No, no I don't. But with my history, it seems way more likely to delay excessive lateness than it does to bring on something premature. Blah.
Ananda and I have been putting salicylic acid on her warts twice a day, and one has ALREADY fallen off. The others are looking decidedly weird and will probably be gone soon, as well.
She and Aaron and I have really been focusing on Spanish a lot lately in our homeschooling, and they have some phrases now, in addition to their big vocabulary of single object/number/color words. I can say, "Como te llamas?" and he'll answer, "Me llamo Aaron." and then ask Annie, "Cuantos anos tienes?" and she'll say, "Tengo seis anos", and a few other things (Que hora es, son las _____, yo soy el hijo/a de la familia, etc)
Yesterday I tried to slam the door of the laundry room shut behind me as I came up the steps carrying Jakey, and the bottom of it caught hard on the back of my ankle and SCRAPED a large bit of skin off, and caused some bruising - in my efforts to not scream obscenities in Jake's ear or drop him on his head, I twisted in some way that did something extremely BAD to the muscles in the area. I ended up sitting with tears in my eyes, deep breathing, for a couple of minutes before I finally yelled for Grant to come help me up. He got out this foot bath thing we have and filled it with warm water and put it on vibrate, and I sat for about half an hour with that and then tried to stay off of it for the rest of the night. It seems to just be sore, today. I've been so prone to injury this pregnancy - I broke a sewing needle off IN my finger before Christmas, making a stocking - it went through to the other side - and I still have a healing burn on my belly (!) from splashing boiling water as I drained things into the colander, months ago. It blistered :x
Lastly, I keep thinking what a total loser I am. The only radio I can STAND anymore is classic rock and oldies. With a periodic sampling of jazz. There was a time when I listened to rock stations all the time, but these days I just check in to see if they're playing the new Chili Peppers song, "Dani California". And really, I have iTunes for that and can stick with Bob Seger and Pink Floyd when I'm changing channels. That new fangled stuff the kids are listening to is just too much racket :p
We leave in 12 days. We already have all of Elise's clothes and blankets and the kids' winter gear vaccum sealed into "space bags", that you suck the air out of for efficient use of space.
I was up until 4:30 am last night. I managed to post an assignment to my online class, participate in the discussion board (you get graded for that), and study for a test in my Independant Study class. I FINALLY went and took that test, test #1, today (there are 4 total) and got a B. I'm taking #2 Monday, #3 next Thursday, and #4 the following Monday, which is the day before we leave.
I have longies for Elise half done, a sweater for Jake a third done, and a scarf for Grant one fifth done.
I had my sewing machine up on the dining table where I'd been working, a couple of days ago. In order to sweep and mop, I draped the pedal up over the top of the machine. Next thing I know His Nakedness - Jake - was climbing up on it from a dining chair. He leaned on the pedal with his BARE PENIS UNDER THE NEEDLE. The middle part, even. I had unplugged the thing for convenience in sweeping...or Jake would have sewn up his penis. Dear God I was shuddering and wincing for the rest of the entire day. I was on the other side of the room and there was no way to get to him in time, when I saw what was happening. GEEZ MAN GEEZ!
He also got his first haircut. I have a sandwhich bag half full of black curls, and his neck now has a nape. I can't decide which is more precious to me - the bag of hair, or the new neck.
Driving to pick up Grant the other evening, I was talking to Ananda and glancing at her and Aaron in the rearview mirror. He had his head tipped back, mouth open, drooling in his sleep as she went on and on about things like;
"You know, Shaun says he doesn't like any beans, but chocolate is made out of beans, and he likes that. So obviously he likes cacao beans, at least."
"Balloons aren't really full of air at all...they're full of carbon dioxide. Because your body absorbs the oxygen when you breathe, and what you're breathing out isn't air anymore, it's just the carbon dioxide!"
"Do convertibles have air conditioning? Cuz that seems pretty wasteful to me."
Suddenly Aaron jerked his head up seeming totally alert and interrupted to ask, excitedly, "Mom - Can I have stilts for my birthday?!"
PATH on Tuesday was pretty cool, a volunteer led a really impressive St Patricks Day craft and lesson. Next Tuesday is bubbles and a water balloon fight.
Saturday we're having a big yard sale. Hopefully we'll make a couple of hundred dollars and the ad we put in the paper for my old car will go somewhere and bring a few hundred more. We've gotta bridge this gap with the trip coming up, and we're still coming up short. NEXT Saturday starts with me slipping out of the house while everyone is asleep to go to an Executive Committee/EC meeting for PATH and then coming home to pick up Ananda and take her with me to Kristin's, for my belly cast.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to do things like evening primrose suppositories, and taking PN-6 (an herbal thing) to help make sure I go into labor somewhere near "on time". I'm not feeling impatient AT ALL - I'm actually really hoping she hangs loose in there because I want to be up in Boston before anything happens. But once we are there, Grant is missing work, and we're spending money, and so on. He is totally willing to be patient and I know that is important, but if there are simple steps I can take like those, that don't really force labor if it isn't close anyway...All natural, gentle things...Yet, we won't arrive until I'm 39 weeks. Do I want to do anything that might push me too soon? No, no I don't. But with my history, it seems way more likely to delay excessive lateness than it does to bring on something premature. Blah.
Ananda and I have been putting salicylic acid on her warts twice a day, and one has ALREADY fallen off. The others are looking decidedly weird and will probably be gone soon, as well.
She and Aaron and I have really been focusing on Spanish a lot lately in our homeschooling, and they have some phrases now, in addition to their big vocabulary of single object/number/color words. I can say, "Como te llamas?" and he'll answer, "Me llamo Aaron." and then ask Annie, "Cuantos anos tienes?" and she'll say, "Tengo seis anos", and a few other things (Que hora es, son las _____, yo soy el hijo/a de la familia, etc)
Yesterday I tried to slam the door of the laundry room shut behind me as I came up the steps carrying Jakey, and the bottom of it caught hard on the back of my ankle and SCRAPED a large bit of skin off, and caused some bruising - in my efforts to not scream obscenities in Jake's ear or drop him on his head, I twisted in some way that did something extremely BAD to the muscles in the area. I ended up sitting with tears in my eyes, deep breathing, for a couple of minutes before I finally yelled for Grant to come help me up. He got out this foot bath thing we have and filled it with warm water and put it on vibrate, and I sat for about half an hour with that and then tried to stay off of it for the rest of the night. It seems to just be sore, today. I've been so prone to injury this pregnancy - I broke a sewing needle off IN my finger before Christmas, making a stocking - it went through to the other side - and I still have a healing burn on my belly (!) from splashing boiling water as I drained things into the colander, months ago. It blistered :x
Lastly, I keep thinking what a total loser I am. The only radio I can STAND anymore is classic rock and oldies. With a periodic sampling of jazz. There was a time when I listened to rock stations all the time, but these days I just check in to see if they're playing the new Chili Peppers song, "Dani California". And really, I have iTunes for that and can stick with Bob Seger and Pink Floyd when I'm changing channels. That new fangled stuff the kids are listening to is just too much racket :p
