I am painstakingly trying to do some things to this blog and in the process I have lost a few things here and there and the words have gotten bigger or smaller, I'm not sure. Whatever I do changes something and I am not savvy enough to completely keep track. At any rate, I am determined to make it the way I want it to be, even if it takes a while. Please keep reading and checking in, but if you see random stuff go missing don't panic. I will find it again :-) I am going to try to blog and reconstruct the blog at the same time, but I can't make any promises.
As for an update on us, we are BORING these days. Myself in particular. I am deep in researching and agonizing over what I am going to do after this baby is born in terms of work. I have to work, but the idea of daycare makes me want to pull my hair out. All of my feelings are purely selfish. I'm sure daycare is totally fine, but I am also sure I will not be totally fine leaving my kid at one. I want to be the one to see everything he/she does. I want to be the one that shows him/her everything. I do not want a stranger spending more of the day with my child than I do. I know the baby would not remember me not being with it day in and day out. Again, the point is that I am feeling very selfish about. SO, that's what I'm up to. Oh yea and I am also already pretty certain he/she will be something along the lines of a kung fu fighter, gymnast, or soccer player. This little pickle NEVER stops moving.
Seth is going to start coaching a high school rugby team again which he seems very excited about. If I were to guess I would say he staying out of my radar when he can. I haven't really gotten emotional as in crying, but my irritability level has increased. While that may sound tame, my irritability level is already higher than it should be to begin with. The good thing is, Seth is very good at taking what comes and not making me feel guilty for it even though I know I am being a maniac. Maybe if you comment and ask him questions he will put in his two cents about the world of being married to a woman who is 6 months pregnant.
In regards to our dogs, they are basically the same. Molly gets better at commands and Woody has no freaking clue what's going on. We have been simply trying to teach him to sit and I seriously feel like he lives on another planet. It's doable though because Molly is the one who needs to be commanded most of the time. We did have to buy a special collar for Molly because she had gotten to the point where barking out neighbors was her favorite pasttime. This was occuring so much so that they were yelling at us even though we made her come in every time she made a peep. You have to love nasty neighbors right? So we bought a pricey collar that sprays citronella in her face if she barks. She gets this look on her face of sheer confusion when the spray hits, but the barking has stopped!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
TOTALLY random
1) Latest addition to the "I want you to know" list (care of the side of my Starbucks cup no less!)
"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no" - they may not be smart enough to say "yes"."
-Keith Olbermann (Broadcast journalist and host of MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann)
LOVE THIS ONE
2) If you were to ask me what is one great thing about being a teacher, today I would give you a very shallow answer: walking down the hall on your birthday and every kid you see is anxiously awaiting to tell you happy birthday, even if you have no idea who they are. My principal announces teacher birthdays on the morning announcements which is such a splendid idea in my opinion.
**Side note - If you were to ask me why you should join Facebook if you haven't already I would tell you that you should simply because everyone in creation wishes you a happy birthday on Facebook. People I haven't seen or talked to in YEARS are wishing me a happy birthday.
3) I am devising a list of random and bizarre side effects (for lack of a better phrase) of being pregnant that people don't always clue you into. This is not a medically proven list, but I have actually read that these things may or may not randomly happen when you are PG. I know I am listing things a lot lately, but I am doing it in the hopes that someone will add to the lists (hint, hint). So here is how the latest list begins:
1) Bloody nose/boogers (I have never in my life, that I recall, had a bloody nose or
booger. Seth claims they happen to people all the time. TOTALLY GROSS.)
2) Outrageous and horrible dreams (I dreamt I married my friend Kim and we went
house hunting together and her dress was really pretty. Enough said. I love you Kim, but I am sure you find this to be as odd as I do.)
3) Acne (I have never had great skin, but when I was on birth control I never had
problem skin. Now, I feel like a freaking teenager.)
Ok, so the list is pretty short so far. There are some things that I just refuse to tell the general public and if you have ever been prego you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. I just can't bring myself to list them here. Let's just say the list would be longer right now if I felt like people would not be thoroughly appalled by me instead of hopefully just amused.
4) Fun thought for the day: I have simply become obsessed with watching my belly move when the baby moves. For some reason there is an alien feeling about it that causes me to go into fits of belly laughs (deep, uncontrollable laughing that is PERFECT).
"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no" - they may not be smart enough to say "yes"."
-Keith Olbermann (Broadcast journalist and host of MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann)
LOVE THIS ONE
2) If you were to ask me what is one great thing about being a teacher, today I would give you a very shallow answer: walking down the hall on your birthday and every kid you see is anxiously awaiting to tell you happy birthday, even if you have no idea who they are. My principal announces teacher birthdays on the morning announcements which is such a splendid idea in my opinion.
**Side note - If you were to ask me why you should join Facebook if you haven't already I would tell you that you should simply because everyone in creation wishes you a happy birthday on Facebook. People I haven't seen or talked to in YEARS are wishing me a happy birthday.
3) I am devising a list of random and bizarre side effects (for lack of a better phrase) of being pregnant that people don't always clue you into. This is not a medically proven list, but I have actually read that these things may or may not randomly happen when you are PG. I know I am listing things a lot lately, but I am doing it in the hopes that someone will add to the lists (hint, hint). So here is how the latest list begins:
1) Bloody nose/boogers (I have never in my life, that I recall, had a bloody nose or
booger. Seth claims they happen to people all the time. TOTALLY GROSS.)
2) Outrageous and horrible dreams (I dreamt I married my friend Kim and we went
house hunting together and her dress was really pretty. Enough said. I love you Kim, but I am sure you find this to be as odd as I do.)
3) Acne (I have never had great skin, but when I was on birth control I never had
problem skin. Now, I feel like a freaking teenager.)
Ok, so the list is pretty short so far. There are some things that I just refuse to tell the general public and if you have ever been prego you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. I just can't bring myself to list them here. Let's just say the list would be longer right now if I felt like people would not be thoroughly appalled by me instead of hopefully just amused.
4) Fun thought for the day: I have simply become obsessed with watching my belly move when the baby moves. For some reason there is an alien feeling about it that causes me to go into fits of belly laughs (deep, uncontrollable laughing that is PERFECT).
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I want you to know...
**This is something I will add to/change at times. If you don't follow, this is written to baby Burrow to be given sometime later in life...if I don't write these things down I will forget to say them and then forget what they were! If you are a parent (or even if you aren't) I would love comments/suggestions...wisdom (or random thoughts about life) should be shared ;-) **
I want you to know...
…that music is the ultimate healer. Good times, bad times, it doesn’t matter. Embrace it. Music will walk you through your life and sometimes be your best friend.
…that your dad is the best person you will ever know. Hands down. No contest.
…that someday in the future we, as your parents, will disappoint you and it will be a difficult day for you. Just know, we knew it was coming and we aren’t proud of ourselves. Our parents weren’t proud of that day either. It’s just a part of life.
…that seeing the world is what makes you a whole person. People may tell you not to leave home and that everything you need is here, but they are wrong. If they had gone far, far away even just once they would know. Home will always be here when you get back. Home makes you who you are…everywhere else shows you what you could be.
…that laughing at yourself is the best way to deal. Having too much pride is toxic.
…that you should treat your family like company and your company like family (care of none other than Paula Dean)
…that life is short. It’s so very short. Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Don’t stop at status quo. Be daring when at all possible.
…that making good friends is an absolute necessity. They will be your family when you your family is unavailable, they will be your level of accountability when you falter, and they will see in you what you might not see in yourself. Being a good friend means returning the favor.
I want you to know...
…that music is the ultimate healer. Good times, bad times, it doesn’t matter. Embrace it. Music will walk you through your life and sometimes be your best friend.
…that your dad is the best person you will ever know. Hands down. No contest.
…that someday in the future we, as your parents, will disappoint you and it will be a difficult day for you. Just know, we knew it was coming and we aren’t proud of ourselves. Our parents weren’t proud of that day either. It’s just a part of life.
…that seeing the world is what makes you a whole person. People may tell you not to leave home and that everything you need is here, but they are wrong. If they had gone far, far away even just once they would know. Home will always be here when you get back. Home makes you who you are…everywhere else shows you what you could be.
…that laughing at yourself is the best way to deal. Having too much pride is toxic.
…that you should treat your family like company and your company like family (care of none other than Paula Dean)
…that life is short. It’s so very short. Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Don’t stop at status quo. Be daring when at all possible.
…that making good friends is an absolute necessity. They will be your family when you your family is unavailable, they will be your level of accountability when you falter, and they will see in you what you might not see in yourself. Being a good friend means returning the favor.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Wait, I can't keep laying around?
Seth looked at me the other day after we had watched the 9th episode straight of Heroes and told me we needed to get up and do something. I promptly told him I wasn't going to do that and then immediately felt guilty and lazy. Looking back, I am realizing that going with my first response to any question is my new motto for 2009. No more of this indecisive CRAP. I knew we should have stayed on the couch, we did, and I loved every freaking minute of it. Seth never lounges like that. He NEVER decides he's not going to work. I don't have to decide because being a teacher affords that decision to be made for me at times. Seth, on the other hand, really has a difficult time not working. Me, not so much. Let's be honest though. After this baby is born the sheer option of watching an entire season of a TV show in two days, work or not, will be nonexistent. I am simply taking advantage while I can right? Besides, I have an uncontrollable weakness for freakishly bizarre TV shows where you spend an inordinate amount of time hypothesizing the outcome of each character. Baby or no baby on the way, I can't be sure I wouldn't do it all over again.
We topped off our laziness once the season ended by going to see a movie yesterday. We had been joking since seeing the first preview that "Marley and Me" had to be a direct replica of our life as we have known it since Molly joined our family. Not to mention, I am positive I will look like Jennifer Aniston after three kids so the dog correlation wasn't the only thing that matched us to this movie ;-) At any rate, I can't say enough good things about this movie. My only suggestion is not to go and see it if you are pregnant. I had to force myself not to turn into a sobbing maniac. If you have a dog, have ever had a dog, or even wish you had a dog this movie will leave you in a puddle. It's a must see, crying like a baby and all.
Unfortunately, my lazy couch potato ways ended this morning when my alarm when off. Back to reality and the world of the second grader.
We topped off our laziness once the season ended by going to see a movie yesterday. We had been joking since seeing the first preview that "Marley and Me" had to be a direct replica of our life as we have known it since Molly joined our family. Not to mention, I am positive I will look like Jennifer Aniston after three kids so the dog correlation wasn't the only thing that matched us to this movie ;-) At any rate, I can't say enough good things about this movie. My only suggestion is not to go and see it if you are pregnant. I had to force myself not to turn into a sobbing maniac. If you have a dog, have ever had a dog, or even wish you had a dog this movie will leave you in a puddle. It's a must see, crying like a baby and all.
Unfortunately, my lazy couch potato ways ended this morning when my alarm when off. Back to reality and the world of the second grader.
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