Are you ready to rummmmmmmmmmmmbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*cue house music*
Round One (yesterday)
Mommy Librarian: Athena, if you take your nap, we can go see some dancing penguins, okay?
Athena: Dancing penguins?
ML: Yep. At the movies. But you have to go to sleep now. You have to really take a nap or we won't go.
Athena: A nap?
ML: Yep
Athena: Then we see penguins?
ML: Yep
Athena: Okay
*one hour later*
Athena: *sleepily opening her bedroom door* Mommy?
ML: You wake up?
Athena: *barely audible* I wanna see penguins.
Round One goes to... TIE! (Mommy and Daddy should have specified a longer nap)
Round Two (Yesterday)
ML: Athena, if you don't stop throwing your popcorn, we're leaving the dancing penguins.
Athena: *throwing popcorn* I wanna go see Daddy (who is currently in the breezeway letting Marcus crawl around)
ML: Okay
Athena: *running around the theater, after giving Daddy a cursory hello*
ML: We're leaving
Round Two goes to... TIE (Athena didn't seem to care and we didn't get to see how the movie ended)
Round Three (This morning)
ML: Athena, do you want orange or banana for breakfast?
Athena: mmmmmmmm.... Dora Snacks!*
ML: That wasn't a choice. Orange or banana.
Athena: *whining* Dooooooooooora Snaaaaaaaaaaaacks!
ML: Fine, you get an orange.
Athena: Noooooooooooooooooooooooo... no orange! Dora Snacks!
ML: *peeling a Clementine* How about an orange AND Dora Snacks?
Athena: Noooooooooooooooooooo... no ORANGE!
ML: Okay. This orange is for Marcus then.**
Athena: Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! My orange!
ML: No, it's for Marcus
Athena: I WANNA ORANGE!
ML: Okay, here you go. Marcus will be so disappointed.
Athena: *taking the orange slices to Marcus and sticking them in his face* MINE! MY oranges!
Round Three goes to MOMMY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
*For the offspringless, Dora Snacks are gummy snacks in the shape of characters from Dora the Explorer. If you have a dark sense of humor, as we do, you will find these very entertaining as your daughter says, "This is Benny the Bull! I like him! I eat him!" and then gobbles him up. Classic chuckles all around.
**For the record, I would not feed my eight-month old whole chunks of Clementine, in case you were worried.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Croup It Up
This just goes to show you how the life of a mommy can change on a dime.
Yesterday, about 4:15 pm, I was enjoying my half day off work (from working on Sunday) by baking two pumpkin pies. I had just begun to blend the wet stuff with the dry, when the daycare called. Marcus had a fever of 102 or 103. Yippee.
Since I was at a place where I really couldn't stop, and since Chris was just leaving work anyway, I called him and warned him that Mr. Man was ill. Sure enough, when he arrived at the house, the pies were smelling yummy in the oven, and Marcus was warm enough that perhaps I could have baked one in his mouth.
He's had a runny nose for about a week, as has everyone in the family. 'Tis the season and all. But last night, he had developed a little cough. Athena has also had a cough, and although it has sounded bad, it hasn't kept her up at night or anything. Well, Marcus went down about a half hour earlier than usual, and about an hour into his sleep, I heard a noise in his room that sounded like perhaps I had locked Murphy in the room with him. I looked down at my feet, and there was Murphy snoozing happily on the carpet in my room. Crap.
This morning, his fever had gone down to about 100, and his smile was big and his eyes were bright. I thought perhaps he would kick this as he has every other illness. I gave him some Tylenol then plugged his morning bottle in his mouth.
He ate merrily and happily. Then about halfway through, he exploded. Let's just forget about the fact that he was in my lap at the time... the important thing is that he threw up twice as much as had been in his bottle. It was impressive. Mucous and milk plus Tylenol in the tummy is apparently combustible.
As soon as the pediatrician's office opened, I called and got an 8:40 appointment. At the time, Marcus still seemed happy and alert, so the doctor concluded it might be croup, it might not... but he wasn't sure enough to prescribe the steroids normally given for croup. After all, why take the things if that's not what is wrong with you.
So he gave me some tips on what to look for and sent me home. Marcus slept in the car and then another 1/2 hour, when he woke up coughing. I gave him some warm water and some Tylenol (since the first batch came up with his breakfast) and tried to entertain him. He just really wanted to go back to sleep. His cough is now much worse and more persistent. But he's napping now, and I'm doing dishes/laundry/domestic goddess stuff.
Today is my evening shift day, so I'm taking the afternoon off, and then Chris and I will switch off so I can go in for the 5-9pm shift. Then I'll work tomorrow and he'll take off. Next on the list is to call Shelley to see if she wants Marcus around Zoe. The doctor said that it should be fine as long as we keep the babies separate and we wash our hands a lot... but I would feel horrible if Zoe got sick. So currently, I'm thinking that Chris and Athena will drive up to Baltimore and I'll hang here with Mr. Man. Not the ideal Thanksgiving, but Chris needs to see his family, and Athena needs to meet her cousin. It's a bummer, but what can you do?
Damn croup.
Yesterday, about 4:15 pm, I was enjoying my half day off work (from working on Sunday) by baking two pumpkin pies. I had just begun to blend the wet stuff with the dry, when the daycare called. Marcus had a fever of 102 or 103. Yippee.
Since I was at a place where I really couldn't stop, and since Chris was just leaving work anyway, I called him and warned him that Mr. Man was ill. Sure enough, when he arrived at the house, the pies were smelling yummy in the oven, and Marcus was warm enough that perhaps I could have baked one in his mouth.
He's had a runny nose for about a week, as has everyone in the family. 'Tis the season and all. But last night, he had developed a little cough. Athena has also had a cough, and although it has sounded bad, it hasn't kept her up at night or anything. Well, Marcus went down about a half hour earlier than usual, and about an hour into his sleep, I heard a noise in his room that sounded like perhaps I had locked Murphy in the room with him. I looked down at my feet, and there was Murphy snoozing happily on the carpet in my room. Crap.
This morning, his fever had gone down to about 100, and his smile was big and his eyes were bright. I thought perhaps he would kick this as he has every other illness. I gave him some Tylenol then plugged his morning bottle in his mouth.
He ate merrily and happily. Then about halfway through, he exploded. Let's just forget about the fact that he was in my lap at the time... the important thing is that he threw up twice as much as had been in his bottle. It was impressive. Mucous and milk plus Tylenol in the tummy is apparently combustible.
As soon as the pediatrician's office opened, I called and got an 8:40 appointment. At the time, Marcus still seemed happy and alert, so the doctor concluded it might be croup, it might not... but he wasn't sure enough to prescribe the steroids normally given for croup. After all, why take the things if that's not what is wrong with you.
So he gave me some tips on what to look for and sent me home. Marcus slept in the car and then another 1/2 hour, when he woke up coughing. I gave him some warm water and some Tylenol (since the first batch came up with his breakfast) and tried to entertain him. He just really wanted to go back to sleep. His cough is now much worse and more persistent. But he's napping now, and I'm doing dishes/laundry/domestic goddess stuff.
Today is my evening shift day, so I'm taking the afternoon off, and then Chris and I will switch off so I can go in for the 5-9pm shift. Then I'll work tomorrow and he'll take off. Next on the list is to call Shelley to see if she wants Marcus around Zoe. The doctor said that it should be fine as long as we keep the babies separate and we wash our hands a lot... but I would feel horrible if Zoe got sick. So currently, I'm thinking that Chris and Athena will drive up to Baltimore and I'll hang here with Mr. Man. Not the ideal Thanksgiving, but Chris needs to see his family, and Athena needs to meet her cousin. It's a bummer, but what can you do?
Damn croup.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Love Assault
Athena has grown more affectionate in the last few weeks. She has developed a serious attachment to the people she loves. Sure, there were times when she would come up and plant a big sloppy kiss on your face, but those times were rare, and often required a lot of prompting. I think she's an introvert... gaining her energy from within. She loves people, of course, but just isn't terribly touchy-feely. And that's okay.
But now she is a downright cuddle muffin. When she sees someone she loves, her face lights up like a Christmas tree and then she throws herself at that person full throttle. Kathryn has coined the apt phrase "Love Assault" when she does this, because she literally tackles you with the intent to press you into the ground, thereby making you stick there so you can never leave. It's terribly cute and terribly good news for our chiropractor.
She also remembers people and places really well. And she says very nice things about them. For example, although she has only recently gotten to get to know her grampa Greg, she looked me square in the eye this morning and said, "I wanna see gampa." And for Thanksgiving, everyone made a little Thanksgiving art thing and they had to say what they were thankful for so Ms. Shanika could write it down for them. She said "I am thankful for Aiden." Of course, this does leave me wondering where WE fit in on the ladder of love...
Since Marcus is just learning to crawl, he's all about taking in his environs rather than cuddling, so this comes at a perfect time. Just as one leaves my arms, the other wants to jump in. It's good to be the mommy.
But now she is a downright cuddle muffin. When she sees someone she loves, her face lights up like a Christmas tree and then she throws herself at that person full throttle. Kathryn has coined the apt phrase "Love Assault" when she does this, because she literally tackles you with the intent to press you into the ground, thereby making you stick there so you can never leave. It's terribly cute and terribly good news for our chiropractor.
She also remembers people and places really well. And she says very nice things about them. For example, although she has only recently gotten to get to know her grampa Greg, she looked me square in the eye this morning and said, "I wanna see gampa." And for Thanksgiving, everyone made a little Thanksgiving art thing and they had to say what they were thankful for so Ms. Shanika could write it down for them. She said "I am thankful for Aiden." Of course, this does leave me wondering where WE fit in on the ladder of love...
Since Marcus is just learning to crawl, he's all about taking in his environs rather than cuddling, so this comes at a perfect time. Just as one leaves my arms, the other wants to jump in. It's good to be the mommy.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
For Dad
A warning... this post may be kind of morbid and depressing. I'm not sure, as I haven't written it yet, but I wanted to warn you. I also wanted to let you know that I am hoping the end will lighten it up a bit... so if you are really interested, try to stick with me...
Yesterday meant it was officially ten years since my father died. I hesitate to refer to the day as an anniversary, because anniversaries seem to indicate celebration. However, it is a day that is marked in my heart. I always become melancholy right around Halloween, and the mood doesn't lift until around the Holiday Party... which is probably one reason I keep throwing it.
He died from prostate cancer, which sucks in many ways. The worst part about it is that it could have been avoided. Very few men die of prostate cancer anymore because it's the slowest developing cancer, and if it's detected early, then it's quite treatable. I'm not mad at my dad, mind you. It would be a bit hypocritical if I were, as I am just as likely to go to a doctor if I'm not feeling well. I really despise going when I'm healthy. So guys, in case you need motivation...
By the time the cancer was diagnosed, it had metasticized to his bones. Basically, we watched as his spine started collapsing. I will admit that bending and coughing isn't the most comfortable way to pass five minutes, but it's a LOT more comfortable than having your back collapse while cancer eats your bones.
end lecture
Today, Ohio State beat Michigan by three points, in what is probably the most anticipated game in college football in over a decade. My dad was an Ohio State alum, and oh how he loved his football team. Let's just hope that when we say "rest in peace," we mean, "rest in a big old easy chair with a cold brewsky watching a hell of a football game." I really like to think that the win was a little nod from all that is good in the world to my Dad.
I love you, dad. Go, Buckeyes!
Yesterday meant it was officially ten years since my father died. I hesitate to refer to the day as an anniversary, because anniversaries seem to indicate celebration. However, it is a day that is marked in my heart. I always become melancholy right around Halloween, and the mood doesn't lift until around the Holiday Party... which is probably one reason I keep throwing it.
He died from prostate cancer, which sucks in many ways. The worst part about it is that it could have been avoided. Very few men die of prostate cancer anymore because it's the slowest developing cancer, and if it's detected early, then it's quite treatable. I'm not mad at my dad, mind you. It would be a bit hypocritical if I were, as I am just as likely to go to a doctor if I'm not feeling well. I really despise going when I'm healthy. So guys, in case you need motivation...
By the time the cancer was diagnosed, it had metasticized to his bones. Basically, we watched as his spine started collapsing. I will admit that bending and coughing isn't the most comfortable way to pass five minutes, but it's a LOT more comfortable than having your back collapse while cancer eats your bones.
end lecture
Today, Ohio State beat Michigan by three points, in what is probably the most anticipated game in college football in over a decade. My dad was an Ohio State alum, and oh how he loved his football team. Let's just hope that when we say "rest in peace," we mean, "rest in a big old easy chair with a cold brewsky watching a hell of a football game." I really like to think that the win was a little nod from all that is good in the world to my Dad.
I love you, dad. Go, Buckeyes!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Holy Monkey! Where Did November Go?!
I seriously cannot believe that we are midway through this month. And my last post was from the zoo, which seems just yesterday. Since then, we've been to High Point twice (once without the kids), the kids have both gotten nasty head colds, I have also been somewhat ill, both of our cars have broken down (mine was brakes, Chris' was the starter), I finally wrote my September and October monthly reports at work (yes, I was that far behind), Chris has helped move his mother into her new apartment (although we both wish we could do more), I've cancelled my Pampered Chef party due to too few participants, and I've written ONE blog entry -- this one.
The sad thing is... there's way more in my future. I have to take the car in next week to have the body work done from the accident last month. We are going to Maryland for Thanksgiving, which will be fun, but a long drive with two kids. I have to send out invitations for our big holiday party (not to mention plan it). I have to do all my Christmas shopping (although I did get a teensy bit done in High Point. And I'm going to take a yoga class in December to see how I like it.
Insanity.
What is it about the holidays that dictates we all run around like beheaded chickens? And if that weren't enough, I really should bake cookies and decorate the house and do all that fru-fru stuff.
I sure hope I don't explode. Sheesh.
The sad thing is... there's way more in my future. I have to take the car in next week to have the body work done from the accident last month. We are going to Maryland for Thanksgiving, which will be fun, but a long drive with two kids. I have to send out invitations for our big holiday party (not to mention plan it). I have to do all my Christmas shopping (although I did get a teensy bit done in High Point. And I'm going to take a yoga class in December to see how I like it.
Insanity.
What is it about the holidays that dictates we all run around like beheaded chickens? And if that weren't enough, I really should bake cookies and decorate the house and do all that fru-fru stuff.
I sure hope I don't explode. Sheesh.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Another Day at the Zoo
We went to the NC Zoo on Sunday while Chris was in Austin and the kids had a blast. Here, Athena tames a wild bee on the playground. Or maybe the bee tames her... I'm not really sure.
Do do do do do Dora
We surrendered the battle-axe princess costume to next year because the skirt was too long and Athena couldn't walk without tripping. This is what I found instead. Need I say that she loved it? I think it goes without saying. Here, Dora displays healthy eating habits.
A Night at the Theater
Here we are all dressed up to go see the Lion King. Apparently, Athena was practicing her roar.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Time Out for Mommy
I've been put in Time Out by my daughter twice since this past weekend.
Incident #1:
Me: Athena! Stop waving that battle-axe around! You are going to kill someone! Perhaps even me!
Athena: No, Mommy! *still waving the damn thing around*
Me: ATHENA!!!
Athena: Noooooooooooooooo! Nooooooooooo! No, Mommy!
Me: I'm going to take it away from you.
Athena: Mommy! I want you to look at me! No look at Marcus! Look at me!
Me: *blink*
Athena: Mommy, now you go into Time Out now. *pointing to chair* Okay?
Me: *blink*
I think she diffused that situation quite well, don't you?
Incident #2:
Athena: *splash, splash, splashing in the tub*
Me: Athena stop!
Athena: *tossing wet washcloth against the wall across the bathroom*
Me: ATHENA!
Athena: Mommy Time Out now.
Me: *blink*
See, the thing is... we have only put her in Time Out once. And that was weeks ago. Methinks she gets many a Time Out at daycare.
In the meantime, I'm going to have to be on my best behavior. She's cracking down on me.
Incident #1:
Me: Athena! Stop waving that battle-axe around! You are going to kill someone! Perhaps even me!
Athena: No, Mommy! *still waving the damn thing around*
Me: ATHENA!!!
Athena: Noooooooooooooooo! Nooooooooooo! No, Mommy!
Me: I'm going to take it away from you.
Athena: Mommy! I want you to look at me! No look at Marcus! Look at me!
Me: *blink*
Athena: Mommy, now you go into Time Out now. *pointing to chair* Okay?
Me: *blink*
I think she diffused that situation quite well, don't you?
Incident #2:
Athena: *splash, splash, splashing in the tub*
Me: Athena stop!
Athena: *tossing wet washcloth against the wall across the bathroom*
Me: ATHENA!
Athena: Mommy Time Out now.
Me: *blink*
See, the thing is... we have only put her in Time Out once. And that was weeks ago. Methinks she gets many a Time Out at daycare.
In the meantime, I'm going to have to be on my best behavior. She's cracking down on me.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Comfort Items
You may recall that Athena regularly -- almost without fail -- takes two things to bed with her. Her dudicorn, and her bankie. Heaven help us if we ever lose this unicorn because it was a gift from Grandma K., and I suspect even she doesn't remember where she got it.
Anyway, tonight, she wanted to take her newest toy to bed with her. Her long-handled battle axe.
I'm not kidding.
We went to get her Halloween costume tonight, and we chose a lovely velvet princess dress to go with the plastic battle axe that she would NOT PUT DOWN. Actually, she wanted two. I convinced her one made her plenty menacing enough as she tried to mow down several innocent Target shoppers.
As expected, her father is giddy with pride. I think he's planning to buy her her very first D&D Players Guide for Christmas. He got her dice last year. What have I gotten myself into?!
Send... help... please...
Anyway, tonight, she wanted to take her newest toy to bed with her. Her long-handled battle axe.
I'm not kidding.
We went to get her Halloween costume tonight, and we chose a lovely velvet princess dress to go with the plastic battle axe that she would NOT PUT DOWN. Actually, she wanted two. I convinced her one made her plenty menacing enough as she tried to mow down several innocent Target shoppers.
As expected, her father is giddy with pride. I think he's planning to buy her her very first D&D Players Guide for Christmas. He got her dice last year. What have I gotten myself into?!
Send... help... please...
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
The Fickle Man
Okay... we all know I am crazy in love with my husband. In fact, "crazy" is an excellent word to use there. But anyway...
He does have this annoying tendancy to change his mind about things. This, by itself, isn't annoying. What is annoying (in that charming, funny way of course), is that when he changes his mind, he a) pretends he never ever felt differently (i.e. not acknowledging that he was wrong, heaven forbid) and b) he then gives me hell if I still feel the same way HE felt last week.
Example:
Chris used to always take the kids to daycare, as it was generally on his way to work. I only took them rarely. We always went a certain way. Then one day, unbeknownst to me, he switched to a different route. I did notice this by accident, when I realized he was still behind me while we were on our way one morning, and he should have turned way back. I saw where he exited instead, and realized he must have decided to take a different route.
So about a week after I noticed this (and for all I know, it was months after he had switched routes), we were taking the kids to school together for some reason. When I turned to go "the old way," he snorted and said, "I can't believe you go to daycare this way. I NEVER go this way."
Uh... dude... you TAUGHT me to go this way.
Example Two:
I brought my work laptop home with me two years ago when I went on maternity leave for Athena. It was his first look at the tools I was provided by my excellent, cushy county job. I pulled the computer from its case, and he snorted, "Gateway! What a piece of crap."
Chris is buying a laptop for his writing work now that he has had to surrender his old one to the People's Republic of Computers. He's shopping tonight and has selected the optimal laptop for his needs. Guess what brand it is?
And when I pointed out that he had once snorted at it, he said, "Well, they aren't that bad. And yours is old."
And they say WOMEN are fickle! Sheesh...
He does have this annoying tendancy to change his mind about things. This, by itself, isn't annoying. What is annoying (in that charming, funny way of course), is that when he changes his mind, he a) pretends he never ever felt differently (i.e. not acknowledging that he was wrong, heaven forbid) and b) he then gives me hell if I still feel the same way HE felt last week.
Example:
Chris used to always take the kids to daycare, as it was generally on his way to work. I only took them rarely. We always went a certain way. Then one day, unbeknownst to me, he switched to a different route. I did notice this by accident, when I realized he was still behind me while we were on our way one morning, and he should have turned way back. I saw where he exited instead, and realized he must have decided to take a different route.
So about a week after I noticed this (and for all I know, it was months after he had switched routes), we were taking the kids to school together for some reason. When I turned to go "the old way," he snorted and said, "I can't believe you go to daycare this way. I NEVER go this way."
Uh... dude... you TAUGHT me to go this way.
Example Two:
I brought my work laptop home with me two years ago when I went on maternity leave for Athena. It was his first look at the tools I was provided by my excellent, cushy county job. I pulled the computer from its case, and he snorted, "Gateway! What a piece of crap."
Chris is buying a laptop for his writing work now that he has had to surrender his old one to the People's Republic of Computers. He's shopping tonight and has selected the optimal laptop for his needs. Guess what brand it is?
And when I pointed out that he had once snorted at it, he said, "Well, they aren't that bad. And yours is old."
And they say WOMEN are fickle! Sheesh...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Friends Don't Let Friends Eat and Drive
Okay, I was just sitting down to type this, when my daughter streaked me. HAHA! You really have to be here. She ran from the bathroom to her room to get a new diaper in nothing but her socks. Classic. Oh, to have had the camera at the ready.
Anyway, today, I became the victim of a hungry driver. After dropping the kids off, I headed off to a library in town where I was to participate in a day of training sessions. On one particularly nasty bit of highway that is currently under construction and changes traffic patterns hourly, I merged right due to a left lane closure. For once, the lane closure was well-marked and I... well, let me script this for you (all words took place inside my brain unless otherwise stated:
Hmmmm... I can't believe that is so well marked. For once, this highway might not attract a nasty accident.
*checking rear view mirror* Yep, looks like everyone behind me sees it too, and look! People are being so nice and letting people in. Sometimes I love living in the South.
*checking clock* I should get to the library in plenty of time to prepare some visual aids. Excellent. I was worried about my late start.
*traffic slows to a slow roll*
*checking traffic* Wow! I'm so glad I don't have to commute this every day anymore. Poor Chris. I wish he didn't have to commute it.
***SCREECHING TIRES***
CRAP! I'm glad that wasn't...
***sound of car cracking into car behind me***
me.
WHAM!!!!!!
(Out loud) DAMMIT!
**************
Fortunately, no one was hurt. The woman driving the car two back from me apparently looked down to eat something. When she looked up, she realized she was hurtling into the back of a car. She applied her brakes. She hit said car. Said car hit me. The impact in both cases was square from behind. Her car is most likely totalled... it was only eight months old. Middle guy's car was damaged, but not really badly considering he served as the pinball in today's demonstration.
My good old Saturn bumper did exactly what it was supposed to do. It squished to absorb impact, then bounced back. However, Saturn estimates the parts alone will cost the perpetrator's insurance no less than $1300 as the entire rear hatch door has to be replaced. It can't be opened.
So I'm driving the car. Tomorrow I go to the chiropractor to make sure I didn't do any damage to my back, and then I call her insurance company with the info I have thus far. Fun!
Still, as far as accidents go, if you have to be in one, this wasn't bad at all.
Anyway, today, I became the victim of a hungry driver. After dropping the kids off, I headed off to a library in town where I was to participate in a day of training sessions. On one particularly nasty bit of highway that is currently under construction and changes traffic patterns hourly, I merged right due to a left lane closure. For once, the lane closure was well-marked and I... well, let me script this for you (all words took place inside my brain unless otherwise stated:
Hmmmm... I can't believe that is so well marked. For once, this highway might not attract a nasty accident.
*checking rear view mirror* Yep, looks like everyone behind me sees it too, and look! People are being so nice and letting people in. Sometimes I love living in the South.
*checking clock* I should get to the library in plenty of time to prepare some visual aids. Excellent. I was worried about my late start.
*traffic slows to a slow roll*
*checking traffic* Wow! I'm so glad I don't have to commute this every day anymore. Poor Chris. I wish he didn't have to commute it.
***SCREECHING TIRES***
CRAP! I'm glad that wasn't...
***sound of car cracking into car behind me***
me.
WHAM!!!!!!
(Out loud) DAMMIT!
**************
Fortunately, no one was hurt. The woman driving the car two back from me apparently looked down to eat something. When she looked up, she realized she was hurtling into the back of a car. She applied her brakes. She hit said car. Said car hit me. The impact in both cases was square from behind. Her car is most likely totalled... it was only eight months old. Middle guy's car was damaged, but not really badly considering he served as the pinball in today's demonstration.
My good old Saturn bumper did exactly what it was supposed to do. It squished to absorb impact, then bounced back. However, Saturn estimates the parts alone will cost the perpetrator's insurance no less than $1300 as the entire rear hatch door has to be replaced. It can't be opened.
So I'm driving the car. Tomorrow I go to the chiropractor to make sure I didn't do any damage to my back, and then I call her insurance company with the info I have thus far. Fun!
Still, as far as accidents go, if you have to be in one, this wasn't bad at all.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It's a Great Day for the Fair!
Okay, I'm slow in posting, but Chris was so quick to get some up that I have just dawdled. Here are some pictures of us at the North Carolina State Fair on opening day...
Painted Faces
I just love this picture. Notice Athena's pants? Daddy forgot to fasten them after she went potty at daycare just before we left. They were undone in the car, on the bus to the fair, and at the fair for at least one ride and her face painting before Mommy noticed. This picture will be great on her wedding day slide show, don't you think?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Hanging on the Screen Door
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored...
(That's a shout-out to Garfield-lover Staci, and any of you other Garfieldophiles out there... Anyone? ... Anyone? ... Bueller? ... Bueller?)
Anyway, that pretty much sums it up. I came down with a stomach bug yesterday, and after feeling nauseous all day, I finally threw up at midnight... exactly. Must have been the gravitational pull of the moon overhead that finally triggered it.
After that, I felt much better, only to deal with things at the other end this morning. So, for the benefit (I thought) of all my coworkers, I stayed at home today.
Because of the nausea, I have been trying to "take it easy" all day... reading, sleeping, cooking, taking care of issues at work, playing computer games, etc. Yes, work even called. The weird thing is... when I'm there, nothing goes wrong. When I'm not, every thing that could go wrong with anything in my department does go wrong.
The plus side... I have been able to eat twice today and only feel slightly sick. Nothing has reappeared in any disgusting form. The plus plus side, Marcus is already better... we aren't sure if he had the stomach bug, or if he's just teething, or both, but he was in good spirits this morning, and he didn't throw up his breakfast.
The down side, my mother-in-law is now feeling sick. Hey... I love to share. I just hope Chris doesn't get it, as it would be a real damper on his first week at work.
(That's a shout-out to Garfield-lover Staci, and any of you other Garfieldophiles out there... Anyone? ... Anyone? ... Bueller? ... Bueller?)
Anyway, that pretty much sums it up. I came down with a stomach bug yesterday, and after feeling nauseous all day, I finally threw up at midnight... exactly. Must have been the gravitational pull of the moon overhead that finally triggered it.
After that, I felt much better, only to deal with things at the other end this morning. So, for the benefit (I thought) of all my coworkers, I stayed at home today.
Because of the nausea, I have been trying to "take it easy" all day... reading, sleeping, cooking, taking care of issues at work, playing computer games, etc. Yes, work even called. The weird thing is... when I'm there, nothing goes wrong. When I'm not, every thing that could go wrong with anything in my department does go wrong.
The plus side... I have been able to eat twice today and only feel slightly sick. Nothing has reappeared in any disgusting form. The plus plus side, Marcus is already better... we aren't sure if he had the stomach bug, or if he's just teething, or both, but he was in good spirits this morning, and he didn't throw up his breakfast.
The down side, my mother-in-law is now feeling sick. Hey... I love to share. I just hope Chris doesn't get it, as it would be a real damper on his first week at work.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
A New Panthers Fan
Okay, of course I don't think other babies are cuter than my own, but this one is just as cute. No cuter... just exactly as cute. This is Brian and Sophie's bundle of joy, and she looks like she's going to give Marcus a run for his money the next time they see each other, eh?
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