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I went and bought 3 new outfits yesterday. I am absolutely thrilled with them, albeit also dealing with the guilt I always experience when I shop at Old Navy. It's like the last frontier of my responsible consumerism - I do so well with WalMart and Nestle and, well...the clothes are so cheap damnitt!! It's one of the only places you can find those In Between sizes - I'm not quite plus size, but I'm bigger than the sizes they sell at the mall. Anyone who is a 14-18 knows what I'm talking about. "Those little Asian kids sure can sew", says Grant, when I cite the durability compared to clothes at places like Target. Or, "Those little Asian kids sure work cheap!" if I tout the ultra low prices. *sigh*
Anyway...moving on to my awesome clothes *headdesk*
I got the kinds of pants that my Nana calls slacks and the British call trousers, if you know what I mean - black with vertical gray pinstripes for slimming...ness :p With a clingy 3/4 sleeve shirt that's white with small black circles all over it.
AAaaand, a pair of dark, boot cut jeans - JEANS, CAN YOU IMAGINE?! WITH BUTTONS AND A ZIPPER, NOT ELASTIC OR A POUCH - with a great, loose, kelly-green tank top.
And this interesting wool blend baby doll sort of dress, that's tight on top and loose everywhere else and top-of-the-knee length. I suppose it's actually more of a smock, it's got the whole big buttons connecting straps at the chest thing going on. It's almost-black gray, if that makes any sense.
Did you know it's possible to go browsing and trying things on with 5 kids? Including a double stroller and the oldest pushing a single stroller, and you have to be willing to hold the baby and stop often. Luckily Grant rescued me halfway through and I was able to finish up on my own, when he met us there after a job.
Anyway, I was still wearing almost only maternity clothes, most of which had some level of staining or tearing, so this was a relief, even though I'd been trying to hold out and wait til I lost more weight. I think I really screwed up my metabolism those first few weeks of Elise's life, pretty much ONLY consuming liquids due to stress, all while establishing a tandem-nursing supply. I lost quite a lot of weight really quickly, but then ever since I CAN'T get any more off no matter what I do. I'm sure lack of sleep doesn't help, either.
I had one of the sexiest moments of my life the other day, though others may not appreciate it as I do. Grant had brought home a bag of Riesen (Dark chocolate covered caramels), and we immediately stashed it because if the kids saw they would flip out all wanting some...For the next hour or so, I kept trying to find a way to sneak out to the kitchen undetected and sneak one, but it wasn't panning out. Grant walked over for a hug, where I was standing near everyone, and then kissed me...and slipped one into my mouth with his tongue.
Seriously, *swoon*.
Our house seems like a performing arts center lately. Night before last Ananda was hanging all these hangers from the ceiling fan's pull chain in their room, and kept calling us to come and see the different feats of balance she'd managed. At the same time, Jake had mastered tumbling and was doing it all over the rug while I clapped and watched, and Grant was with Isaac at the chalkboard in the dining room where he was demonstrating his TOTALLY UNKNOWN TO US abilities to write several letters, recognize two-digit written numbers, and read most people in the family's names. It's becoming more and more apparent to me lately that he's super smart.
We're really, really enjoying Narnia. We being Ananda, Aaron and I. We're almost done with #3 and it's just so awesome, the way these books are such an accessible and educational Christian metaphor.
I'm reading neurology every spare second (usually as I nurse someone or in the bathroom). I HIGHLY reccomend The Brain That Changes Itself to anyone and everyone, to read....it's very recently published and it seems that every few pages I'm shocked anew, running to call someone to talk about...
-People having brain surgery while alert and conscious, as the surgeon touches different places in the (nerveless) brain and asks where the sensation is felt in the body. Sometimes this triggers buried childhood memories or sudden dream sequences.
-The man who got an injury to the brain center that controls social inhibitions, such that he was the same person with the same life, but could no longer control his aggressive or sexual urges - he ended up dying alone in an alley after his wife divorced him and his children disowned him :/
-And about a million other things...there are a couple of pages of neuroscientists theorizing that autism is being caused by white noise in our modern socities effecting the auditory cortex during the critical period of infant development, that just...blew my mind. There are studies that support this stance.
Neurology is becoming a lens I can view everything through. It doesn't change anything exactly...except your perspective.
P.S. Elise went to the ped last Wednesday, and she weighed in at *17 pounds 6 ounces*. She's not even 5 months old! And 26.5 inches, as well. Big ol big ol, I call her :p
Anyway...moving on to my awesome clothes *headdesk*
I got the kinds of pants that my Nana calls slacks and the British call trousers, if you know what I mean - black with vertical gray pinstripes for slimming...ness :p With a clingy 3/4 sleeve shirt that's white with small black circles all over it.
AAaaand, a pair of dark, boot cut jeans - JEANS, CAN YOU IMAGINE?! WITH BUTTONS AND A ZIPPER, NOT ELASTIC OR A POUCH - with a great, loose, kelly-green tank top.
And this interesting wool blend baby doll sort of dress, that's tight on top and loose everywhere else and top-of-the-knee length. I suppose it's actually more of a smock, it's got the whole big buttons connecting straps at the chest thing going on. It's almost-black gray, if that makes any sense.
Did you know it's possible to go browsing and trying things on with 5 kids? Including a double stroller and the oldest pushing a single stroller, and you have to be willing to hold the baby and stop often. Luckily Grant rescued me halfway through and I was able to finish up on my own, when he met us there after a job.
Anyway, I was still wearing almost only maternity clothes, most of which had some level of staining or tearing, so this was a relief, even though I'd been trying to hold out and wait til I lost more weight. I think I really screwed up my metabolism those first few weeks of Elise's life, pretty much ONLY consuming liquids due to stress, all while establishing a tandem-nursing supply. I lost quite a lot of weight really quickly, but then ever since I CAN'T get any more off no matter what I do. I'm sure lack of sleep doesn't help, either.
I had one of the sexiest moments of my life the other day, though others may not appreciate it as I do. Grant had brought home a bag of Riesen (Dark chocolate covered caramels), and we immediately stashed it because if the kids saw they would flip out all wanting some...For the next hour or so, I kept trying to find a way to sneak out to the kitchen undetected and sneak one, but it wasn't panning out. Grant walked over for a hug, where I was standing near everyone, and then kissed me...and slipped one into my mouth with his tongue.
Seriously, *swoon*.
Our house seems like a performing arts center lately. Night before last Ananda was hanging all these hangers from the ceiling fan's pull chain in their room, and kept calling us to come and see the different feats of balance she'd managed. At the same time, Jake had mastered tumbling and was doing it all over the rug while I clapped and watched, and Grant was with Isaac at the chalkboard in the dining room where he was demonstrating his TOTALLY UNKNOWN TO US abilities to write several letters, recognize two-digit written numbers, and read most people in the family's names. It's becoming more and more apparent to me lately that he's super smart.
We're really, really enjoying Narnia. We being Ananda, Aaron and I. We're almost done with #3 and it's just so awesome, the way these books are such an accessible and educational Christian metaphor.
I'm reading neurology every spare second (usually as I nurse someone or in the bathroom). I HIGHLY reccomend The Brain That Changes Itself to anyone and everyone, to read....it's very recently published and it seems that every few pages I'm shocked anew, running to call someone to talk about...
-People having brain surgery while alert and conscious, as the surgeon touches different places in the (nerveless) brain and asks where the sensation is felt in the body. Sometimes this triggers buried childhood memories or sudden dream sequences.
-The man who got an injury to the brain center that controls social inhibitions, such that he was the same person with the same life, but could no longer control his aggressive or sexual urges - he ended up dying alone in an alley after his wife divorced him and his children disowned him :/
-And about a million other things...there are a couple of pages of neuroscientists theorizing that autism is being caused by white noise in our modern socities effecting the auditory cortex during the critical period of infant development, that just...blew my mind. There are studies that support this stance.
Neurology is becoming a lens I can view everything through. It doesn't change anything exactly...except your perspective.
P.S. Elise went to the ped last Wednesday, and she weighed in at *17 pounds 6 ounces*. She's not even 5 months old! And 26.5 inches, as well. Big ol big ol, I call her :p
