Tuesday, June 30, 2009

baby bear update

Jack is now saying "dada," "doggy," and "kitty". (Okay, so he says "gitty," but Ks are hard!) AND yesterday he figured out that he knows how to stand up on his own. He's been doing it for a while (3 weeks, at least) but he didn't know he could, and would fall over if he noticed he was unsupported. Go, baby, go! I feel like I'm almost not allowed to call him a baby any more!

PS -- I know I'm shamefully behind on posting. I am trying soo hard to motivate myself to catch up, and will be trying to post a couple of things per day for the next few weeks. (Literally, that's how much content I have to catch up on!)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

new job

I just got word that I will be proofreading this website top to bottom, after finding a few typos on it a while back and notifying The Powers That Be that I was willing to proof the whole thing. This is the same company that I do editing for, so it's not an entirely new employer, but this is definitely different than my usual functions for the company!

I'm still enjoying the fact that I said "Hey, you should pay me to do ____" and was told "Yeah, let's do that!" ...rather than The Boss saying "We need ___" and me saying "I can do that!" :)

Monday, June 15, 2009

cantankerous old bastard

Pilling Bo, day.... 5? I don't even know. This is hell. Hell!

I broke open the pill and mixed the medicine into his squishy food, just like the vet said. He took two bites and then declined to eat it. I wrapped him in a towel tighter than a trussed turkey and crammed the pill gun all the way down his throat, just like the vet said. He somehow flipped it into his teeth and bit it, so I had to let him gak it out. I re-trussed him and re-crammed (pill #3 now) and held his mouth shut as I watched 8 minutes tick by on the clock. Finally the stalemate was broken when Jack woke up and I had to go put Jack back to bed. Upon Bo's release, he coughed up a large quantity of perfectly dry, finely powdered spray all over the floor, before running all over the house coughing and spraying medicated foamy drool like some kind of crazy rabid mini-panther.

I got Jack back to sleep and am eyeing the cat now, wondering about things:
How many pills do you let your cat eat before he's taken an overdose?
Is it possible to overdose on urethral relaxant?
Dare I try another pill and possibly suffer him peeing all over the house in the night?
Dare I NOT pill him again and possibly need to board him at the vet hospital AGAIN for round 3 of fluids and meds?
Is there any chance the vet won't hate me for bringing this nonsense in again tomorrow morning? (I feel like I've been there every day this week.)
And speaking of being there every day, how am I supposed to cart a baby and a cat to the vet twice a day all week, all by myself?
Why, why, WHY does my life have to include these questions?

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Melissa: Master of Unrealized Wit

Melissa has an excellent ability to create the most amazing puns fairly regularly. "Who cares?" right? Well, she doesn't realize that she's crafted such a witty response most of the time. In fact, the best ones do seem to fall into this category. I've been waiting for a good example of this to post, and lo did one appear this morning.

A: It is one foot give or take a couple of millimeters. Heh, I'll bet there are people spinning in their graves over that.
M: Yea, that's how I like to roll.
A: That's a nice pun.
M: *wtf are you smoking stare*

ETA: This was written by Alex. :P

Thursday, June 11, 2009

hallelujah, sourdough bread!

I just made sourdough bread... that is actually sour! Alex and I are pretty sure this is a huge milestone in a bread baker's life. I was ready to give up after this batch if it didn't turn out well, too, because I have failed at sourdough bread soooo many times. Wooo!! I am dancing around and eating yummy slices with butter!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

new housekeeping strategy

I have been feeling a bit like a hampster in a wheel with my housekeeping tasks, and there have been a bunch of improvements that I want to do (like organize closets, get rid of books we don't actually want at all, etc.) but have not been able to get to. No more! My new strategy is to alternate one regular upkeep job with one improvement job.
a) sweep the bedroom
b) cull my shoe collection
a) load the dishwasher
b) sew a plastic-bag-holder so I can stash my ungodly pile of bags (though I also plan on sewing reusable grocery bags, so it may become obsolete quickly)

It's working very well so far! Alex gave me a big boost of help/inspiration by reorganizing the living room while I was away. WHAT a nice change!

the longest week

I warn you, this is going to be a scattered, wandering post. I don't think I still have my mind scraped back together fully....

Last Wednesday, Jack and I went out to Oregon to visit with my bestest-best-friend Chris and to go apartment shopping since we're moving back there. Today I feel like we're really back home at last!

It all started with an 11 1/2 hour trip before I even laid eyes on Chris. Then we got to drive for another 1 or 2 hours to get to her house. But it was totally worth it!

Chris has bunnies and chickens, along with a dog. Very exciting for a little boy! He quickly decided that the black animals were called "dog dog dag dog deg dog doggem!" and that other-colored animals were for laughing at. :)

On Thursday, Chris and I threw Daphne (her daughter) and Jack into the car and drove around to look at a bunch of apartments. We found a bunch that were really crappy, but a few that I can definitely be happy moving in to. That was definitely good to get out of the way.

Friday marked the beginning of Parents Weekend at Delphi, so we went out and schmoozed. I accidentally left a pair of Jack's pants in the Lower School. Shucks! But at least we're headed back that way so they'll eventually make their way back to me. While we were in the Lower School, we met a whole pack of the under-3-year-old crowd, which Jack was very happy about. He was really interested in what they were doing and that there was a whole GROUP of them!

Saturday was very busy! Chris's sister (also Melissa) showed up late Friday night, so on Saturday morning we got to meet Eli and Noah, her two sons. The kids all got to play on Saturday and then we went to a barbecue at Delphi in the afternoon.

On Sunday morning, we went strawberry picking and got the best strawberries EVER for $1 per pound! I'm in love with that fact. :) Jack ate strawberries until he was soaked in juice head to toe, and we left with about 4 lbs of strawberries. We made jam that night. Chris gave me a personal tutorial since I am unable to make jam gel, and lo! It actually worked this time! I still don't believe it. :)

I went to commencement on Sunday afternoon, and even got to hear most of the speeches. We did have to leave toward the end to get a banana. Jack was very good otherwise. :)

Sunday afternoon was very nice, because I got to spend time with Dege, one of my favorite people in the world. (My second dad, for those of you who don't know him.) We spent about an hour and sat in front of Starbucks talking about Real Topics and just chilling out from the weekend. That was really wonderful!

I packed in a hurry on Sunday night and on Monday morning got up at 4:00 a.m. to get to the train station, to ride to the airport, to fly from Portland to Newark, to fly to Boston, to drive home in rush-hour traffic. Geeze. That was a very long trip, too, though alleviated by the fact that we had an empty seat next to us on both flights. And by the fact that the trip from Newark to Boston mysteriously had an hour shaved from it!

So we finally got home on Monday night and found that Alex had made us a very nice surprise: He rearranged the living room, which had been driving me NUTS, and now it's a very nice big, open space with plenty of room for throwing toys around in! Thank goodness for husbands, eh? :)

Tuesday pretty much was just me trying to figure out when to have Jack nap to re-acclimate him to the east coast schedule. I was feeling very grumpy about life by this point, but chalked it up to having skipped my vitamin regimen during the trip. This can make me VERY irritable.

Wednesday morning: Took my vitamins again, though it didn't seem to help much. Still grumpy as a bear! Part of the problem was that Jack just WOULD NOT leave me alone. He had been insisting on being in my arms all the time since we started the trip.

Did I mention that my cat just got back from the vet on Tuesday after having a million kidney stones? I couldn't get him to take his pills, so I had to drag him in to the vet's, where it took them four tries to get him to finally take them. At least they're only two minutes up the road!

After all this nonsense, Jack and I took a biiiiiig walk around the neighborhood while talking to Alison about Life, the Universe, and Everything. We walked here and there, hither and yon, etc., etc., and what do you know? Holy mackerel, life is okay again! Jack is perfectly happy to play on the floor and not be in my arms, and I am suddenly a happy person again. :)

The whole trip was a blast, but now I feel like we've really arrived home and are back to normal life. What a relief! And now, on to more normal domestic issues, such as "why doesn't my sourdough smell sour??" and "Where is my cat hiding this time? (Sure hope he's not peeing on it, wherever it is!)"

Sunday, June 7, 2009


Just thought I'd share that while Melissa is in Oregon, I was able to survive. I even made a 15" bacon cheeseburger pizza. I split it with Melissa's dad who dropped in to enjoy the serenity of a bachelor pad.