tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37820592012-02-16T04:21:56.714-08:00Counterfeit Fake<em>Trying</em> to be real or faking it?Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.comBlogger4171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-38162948762544265842012-02-01T23:56:00.000-08:002012-02-02T18:25:15.466-08:00Phew!This past holiday season I did more baking than in any three previous years combined. More importantly, I've done more eating of said baked goods than normal. (But, dude, chocolate chip macaroons? Easy, fast and delicious before and after baking.)
So it was no surprise when I gained five pounds.
After enjoying myself through New Year's, I put the brakes on and began making some healthier Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-16396671717277243132012-01-16T14:18:00.000-08:002012-01-16T14:18:54.190-08:00The Old HomesteadI recently purchased a card reader so I'll be able to upload photos to this computer from my old camera. We have only come across one disk so far. October 28, 2007. This is my old Mexican sage plant that I grew from a clipping a friend gave me. Mexican sage is among the lengthy list of plants that are not ideal for the high desert climate, so we left it in the yard of our old apartment. Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-59735164713070157352012-01-09T20:13:00.000-08:002012-01-09T20:15:09.672-08:00EnoughI have just given up a friendship. I am sad and mad and upset, but mostly I am fine. It was both sudden and not.
This friendship was an important one to me. We met while expecting our babies, who ended up being born on the same day, just a few hours and rooms apart. I had dreams of our kids being lifelong friends.
It's one thing to be friends with other parents of newborns, but trickier Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-1290558563206764902012-01-08T19:23:00.000-08:002012-01-08T19:23:24.835-08:00The Best ThingsFeeling the giggling belly up against your own.
Seeing the soft baby shrugs of sleep.
Looking at her and thinking she's so grown up for her age, and then stumbling across a photo of this day last year, remembering you felt the exact same way then, only now you can see she was just a baby. She still is.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-8261119084959758842011-12-31T13:04:00.000-08:002011-12-31T13:04:39.398-08:00Half CookeryEvery once in a while for the past several months, I have thought about making some foodie type posts. So I have pulled out my camera, set up some shots of questionable greatness and began to document some of the things I've made.
And then, as in so many aspects of my life, I get caught up in the actual doing and dealing with children who have *gasp* needs, and I never take a shot of the Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-76670190490397503502011-12-22T10:23:00.000-08:002011-12-22T10:23:43.126-08:00Why I Love HerIt's because of little notes like this:
Dearest Shannon, Dad and I just watched the girls and they are so beautiful, Dad actually had tears in his eyes. I can't believe how grown they are. Nana needs an updated pic for my quilt on my bedroom wall. Shannon, you and your family have a very Merry Christmas and know that I have loved you since the day I met you and now I love your children as IShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-38857157238068049562011-12-20T19:49:00.000-08:002011-12-20T19:49:35.796-08:00Can You Keep It Straight?Today my girls and I went to a cookie exchange. We took cranberry pumpkin bread that I learned how to make because of Bossy Betty. So yummy. Especially if you realize you didn't add sugar before popping that last batch of mini loaves into the oven. *In our oven, the cranberry pumpkin bread (second recipe in that link) took about 34 minutes for four mini loaves. We're just under the 3000 feetShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-31848225042589721222011-12-18T22:40:00.000-08:002011-12-18T22:40:25.827-08:00Inappropriate Baby BabbleIn case you find yourself deep in conversation with one Fynnie Fynnie Coco Pop, here is a handy translation guide:
Day-iss = Dog
"Sheesh!" = What a day-iss says
Mmm-poop (also known as Mmm-poopf) = Winnie the Pooh
Guck = Duck (and most other birdlike animals)
"Gack!" = What a guck says, of course
Fynnie doesn't mention Santa by name, but over the past few days she has been telling us what he Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-11846005552769525672011-12-12T22:20:00.000-08:002011-12-12T22:27:54.879-08:00Tired. Sad. Happy. Eh.It's been a few days. No, I didn't skip a word there. It's been all of them.
Friday marked one year since I removed Corey from our home. He has lived with my mom this whole time, because the one alternative he's placing his energies in is a bureaucratic mess.
There is not an activity that I do with Tom and the girls that I am not fully aware that my son is missing.
While shopping with my Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-26241062325569898102011-12-05T22:01:00.000-08:002011-12-05T22:03:20.364-08:00Hope We'll Be Ready for Our Do-OverFamily photo shoot scheduled for last Friday morning got derailed by two of us projectile vomiting.
And do you know why I am sort of grateful for all of that yuck and goo? (Well, not for Mad's. That's just sad.) Because my eyebrows started growing long.
Not just long. Curly and long.
And I, style maven that I am (not), decided to trim them myself.
Pawing my way through the beauty supply Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-55282643764833310172011-12-01T22:56:00.000-08:002011-12-01T22:56:00.598-08:00Ode To the 10X MirrorHow do I love thee?Let me count the blackheads,The white heads,The stray eyebrows that keep finding their way to my chin.
What kind of a fool leaves for five days and doesn’t take you with?A hairy she-beast who, three days in, fondles her chin hairs in the manner of old time professors.
Upon returning home, She-Beast will silently call out for you while tending to other important duties. Like Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-1019253534951737952011-12-01T09:04:00.000-08:002011-12-01T09:04:23.340-08:00Dear Daughter,You are adorable. People smile at you and talk to you and about you as you pass by. This happens whether we're in the store or you're on the soccer field, where you run with your hands by your face, looking only to the audience to make sure they’re watching you instead of watching the ball, your teammates or opponents. And when you speak, people listen.
So please do not tell the lovely Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-78200577748555038492011-11-30T22:52:00.000-08:002011-11-30T22:55:28.832-08:00Conversations and Notes From VacationlandFrom the road
*Mad calling Fynnie "Baby" incessantly**Fynnie fussing every single freaking time*Tom: Maybe Fynnie doesn’t want to be called Baby anymore, Big Jet.Mad: *blowing raspberries* Pshht! She’s still in the Baby Fynnie seat.
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Mad: I have to go potty!Daddy: We’ll stop at the next off-ramp and find a potty.Mad: *grunting* I pushed myself and got the poop out.Mama: *silently Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-58536361912804668572011-11-25T19:35:00.000-08:002011-11-25T19:35:24.293-08:00In Case You Didn't KnowPer Mad... Big Jeff... Blue Plane... Big Jet Rocket:
"Twice is two times. Thrice is three times. Rice is just for eating."Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-69849096643135711582011-11-23T06:48:00.000-08:002011-11-23T06:49:33.289-08:00Itchy, Scratchy, Lumpy, BumpyIn the beginning of allergy shot therapy, there are weekly shots. Four weeks at each level, with increasing amounts of a person's particular allergens. Have a reaction and you are either "held" at that level for an extended time or dropped back to a previous level.
Five weeks into my shots and I am already back where I started.
Last week's Pets and Grass shot caused a reaction. It was pretty Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-5039891661837790792011-11-21T21:01:00.000-08:002011-11-21T21:01:25.363-08:00I Have Always Said...Madelyn is smart. Advanced. Brilliant.
Now I'm being forced to take that back.
Madelyn... er... Mad-A-Girl... em... Mad... *sigh*... none of those work any more.
Oh no, not for my girl. Try it and her initial response is a giggling, "Madelyn isn't Madelyn. Madelyn is Bob Dole Rocket."
Did you know I call my daughter by her wrong name at least 15 times an hour? Who knew?
Rocket is Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-23537734100214328672011-11-13T22:30:00.000-08:002011-11-13T22:30:53.247-08:00MomShareWhat have you done with 2011?
I have wasted spent a lot of hours online this year. Mostly I've chalked it up to being a good way of multitasking while Fynn nurses. Sometimes I've been able to step away from the computer knowing that I have just done something that will make a difference.
Late last year I became friends with someone who is more driven than I will ever be. Her name is Bridget Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-55183216564295996812011-11-13T20:20:00.000-08:002011-11-13T20:20:33.796-08:00Hide and Seek Isn't ScaryToday Mad and I played hide and seek for the first time. She asked. I never would have brought it up. It was fun! We laughed and hid and sought and laughed some more.
Sounds normal, right?
Did I mention that I was secretly tense the entire time? Seriously.
No, I'm not afraid of a three and a half year old jumping out at me. (Not that she did. She stalks the hider and can barely contain Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-42001478889685326682011-11-08T22:59:00.000-08:002011-11-08T23:03:12.256-08:00Learning Something (Or Two!) Every DayIn case you were wondering...
The way to ensure that guy from Craigslist will show up on time even though he didn't confirm that he was coming? Take off your bra.
Living in the desert is so dry! (You know you wanna ask.) It's so dry that folding toilet paper in a dark restroom in the dark at say, 2:45 in the morning, will allow you to see the toilet paper light up from static sparking. And Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-26817090143352936942011-10-26T11:41:00.000-07:002011-10-26T11:41:07.848-07:00Right NowFynn is nursing before a nap.
And reading her own bedtime story.
Occasionally she pops off just to exclaim about something she's just read.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-72714375777831358062011-10-20T02:32:00.000-07:002011-10-20T02:32:13.009-07:00Would You Do What I Did?I haven't spoken to my birth father since 2002 or early 2003. I don't use the term birth father to indicate that I was adopted. He and my mother were married when they had me.
I was two or three months old when he met and manhandled someone who immediately had him arrested for said manhandling, but later went on to have two children with him. They married a few years later and are still Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-13480624973096278912011-10-19T22:41:00.000-07:002011-10-19T22:41:17.235-07:00Up High, Down Low, Too Slow!Today at work I was pinched, grabbed and fondled.
Unfortunately it was in a classroom of severely disabled middle school students. Looks like I need to get fancier footwork.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-69584095601057572122011-10-08T00:50:00.000-07:002011-10-08T00:50:15.738-07:00Things You Don't Want to HearAt the allergist's office:
"Well that's weird!"
"You reacted to everything. Even the water."
"I've never heard of that before!"
"What I'd like to do is to inject you with pure Benadryl to see how you'll react this time. We'll inject you three times, each time with a higher amount. And if you live through that, then we can go from there."
At the allergist's office during the Benadryl Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-17945949732518530412011-09-22T16:03:00.000-07:002011-09-22T16:03:39.512-07:00Okay, SeriouslyMy feet are healing. Toe maybe not broken after all, although the word mofo still pops up now and again. Broken blisters are only sore while I'm wearing shoes.
I did sleep weird the other day and got a kink in my neck. I guess I pretty much asked for that, though, didn't I?
Instead of adding new body parts to a list of complaints, I'll just say I'm really glad I don't have to.
This morning,Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-40728041428901762342011-09-20T23:34:00.000-07:002011-09-21T00:35:07.549-07:00So There's This Woman at WorkShe's one of the teachers I work with. Lovely soul. As Nance kept mentioning the other day, gorgeous eyes. Kind of scattered.
A few years ago she had surgery on her foot. A sort of "won't this be great?!?" deal that has resulted in more surgeries. I'm not even sure if it's been two years or three that she's been hobbling around in some version of a cast and crutches.
She started school Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-89353793438535893702011-09-18T11:09:00.000-07:002011-09-18T17:10:20.942-07:00Oh, No She Di-en'tOh, yes I did!
Wait, what? You don't know? Oh this is big deal stuff, peeps. Let me lay the foundation for ya.
*I am dealing with an especially bad "girl time" right now.
*I am bloated, cranky and craving butter.
*My allergies are beyond manageable. (I know, because I've broken down and taken meds the past few days.)
*I am sneezing, dripping, and itching.
*My eyes are swollen (no, not the Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-41089495500644017122011-09-16T21:19:00.000-07:002011-09-16T21:19:23.044-07:00Does It Make You Want to Kiss Me On the Mouth, Too?Or we could call this, "Reason #675 Why She Shouldn't Be Forced to Endure Meetings That Other People Use In Place of Therapy"
Her: "Blah blah blah wah wah wah *snort*"
Me: "Or maybe since you are a full-grown woman, you could actually do it yourself."
(Two people later said they could have kissed me on the mouth for that. One of them was not my boss, who was sitting right next to me, Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-72189196749834282011-09-14T13:05:00.000-07:002011-09-14T13:05:53.871-07:00Who I Want to Be When I Grow Up
I love these people!Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-47298600831134737662011-09-11T22:15:00.000-07:002011-09-11T22:15:20.533-07:00Vacating, part twoMore fun from our time away last month.
On our second day, we got to meet up with a the family of a wonderful friend I made through my birth board. Janette and her husband have twin sons, Charlie and Sam. Madelyn, who was going through a please let us be a phase of shrieking "Sister!" did not spare Charlie and Sam. It is now how we refer to them.
Fynnie loved them. Couldn't get enough! AndShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-54324112725563241382011-08-27T18:04:00.000-07:002011-08-27T18:04:52.468-07:00Well, There You Have ItFrom Madelyn:
Daddy is a boy because he lives down low. Girls live up high.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-17072335535102728292011-08-19T11:00:00.000-07:002011-08-19T11:00:04.331-07:00VacatingThis is about 20 minutes from my home. When I say I live in the middle of nowhere, this is what I mean.It's a Joshua Tree, in case you were wondering. They are protected. If one were to suddenly pop up in our yard, we would have to keep it. To me, they are straight out of Dr. Seuss.
These hills and trees are a memory from my childhood.
My parents had a motorhome. My sister and I got the Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-40704963194934201232011-08-18T21:56:00.000-07:002011-08-18T21:56:46.298-07:00Stupid Things I SayMe: "I want to be Hasidic and grow those curly things." *making curlicue gestures near the sides of my face*
Tom: "I could grow a beard."
Me: "With the change of life coming my way, so could I. It's gonna be great!"
Tom: *nervous laughter and quick glances between the road and me*
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Me to me: "Note to self: Dipshit, not shithead. Wait! Calling your beloved niece eitherShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82027139075401968782011-08-12T17:32:00.000-07:002011-08-18T19:32:51.989-07:00Have You Been Sitting on the Edge of Your Seat, Too?Last week Mad had her EEG. The instructions were clear and simple: Wake her up no later than 6:00 A.M. and bring her with clean hair.
Madelyn is a morning person. Six o'clock would be like getting up 15-30 minutes earlier than she does on her own.
We kept her up about 90 minutes later than usual and then woke her up around 3:45 to go with Daddy to Grandma's. (Hey, it said she had to get up Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-64351045481383295602011-08-08T02:20:00.000-07:002011-08-08T10:42:13.292-07:00Happy Birthday, Fynnie Fynn
For the big things and the littleFor the laughter and tearsFor the love and the heartacheFor the long nights and short morningsFor the whole year throughI Love You
~ MamaShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-76759776017481519182011-08-05T01:02:00.000-07:002011-08-05T01:02:31.868-07:00Translation, Please!We have been enjoying the company of two very lovely young ladies from China for the past few days. They arrived Tuesday evening. It has been fun, and kind of nerve-wracking, to watch them experience our foods for the first time (nerve-wracking because of the vastly different cultural approaches to eating and to being a guest or host. I want them to like everything or feel free to say they Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-36659743155733989482011-08-04T15:33:00.000-07:002011-08-04T15:35:53.356-07:00I Feel So Popular!
Emms over at 3hearts2hold1love invited me to participate in the 7 Links challenge.
THE GOAL
To unite bloggers (from all sectors) in a joint endeavor to share lessons learned and create a bank of long gone, but not forgotten blog posts that deserve to see the light of day again.
THE RULES
1) Blogger is nominated to take part.
2) Blogger publishes his/her 7 links on his/her blog – 1 link for Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-21323682757788787512011-07-23T05:55:00.000-07:002011-07-23T05:55:55.458-07:00On SharingWhen Madelyn was a wee bebe, I had some difficulties sharing food with her. It wasn't an issue with Corey. I don't know why exactly.
Okay, I have some theories:
*I was extremely stressed by Mad's start in life. It blindsided me and affected how I made decisions for several months.
*When Corey was a toddler, I gained about 35 pounds on the "toddler diet." That's the one where Mama makes a Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-41090893952099881152011-07-15T02:13:00.000-07:002011-07-15T02:13:13.768-07:00Home. Friends.This is the post I almost believed I'd never write.
Sorry I've been getting so far behind on reading blogs. I have been busy. Making friends. Smiling. Laughing. Planning. Happy.
That mommy group I could never meet up with for activities?
I've been meeting. I've been active.
In the past three weeks I have:
Learned to make and can jalapeno jelly and strawberry jam. Turns out it's so Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-75734042553891022642011-07-13T00:31:00.000-07:002011-07-13T00:34:04.183-07:00News of My WorldDoesn't involve any hacking, sneaking or listening in on other people's conversations. But there's a lot to share!
We are feeling increasingly more pleased with our decision to switch to Kaiser. We met the girls' pediatrician last week and Mad's neurologist today. Every medical professional we've encountered greets us and then tells us why we're there. Because they've read our file. Doc Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82438898800428227492011-07-09T23:18:00.000-07:002011-07-09T23:18:39.854-07:00Design DilemmaI need help. And yes, I realize there are so many places you could take that. All the same, I lay myself bare.
Or, I admit that our walls are still mostly bare 28 months after moving in here.
For the past three months or so I've been working my (obviously weak) magic, trying to get Tom in the mood. To hang stuff. Because we have plenty of stuff.
Artwork that my mother-in-law got for us.
Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82787364943738560302011-07-06T22:48:00.000-07:002011-07-07T00:55:08.609-07:00(More) Stupid Things I SayTo the head of a large motor company in the midst of a big business event: "Thank you (for fixing my collar). I changed my shirt twice on the way over here tonight." Like that wasn't enough, I had to expand on it. "I wore this shirt to work today, but changed as I was heading over here. Then I realized I'd popped a button off and had to go through it all again."
To a very serious request Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-10341377411950776252011-06-30T00:35:00.000-07:002011-06-30T00:35:05.661-07:00EndingsMy emotions have been a little too pendulous these days. The end of this month is bringing some huge changes.
This afternoon Fynnie had her last appointment with Dr. Present. We were hoping to get a vaccination in so she'd be caught up to our schedule before transferring. She'd been too sick with another of her recurrent nasty fevers in May and it threw us off.
Part of me wanted to bring all ofShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-26708839267130077092011-06-26T23:16:00.000-07:002011-06-26T23:16:18.407-07:00First FriendShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-87052075033619061482011-06-26T23:06:00.000-07:002011-06-26T23:13:23.440-07:00One Last TimeWhen Fynnie was born, she spent hours upon hours tied to my chest in her wrap.
I loved it.
She loved it.
Daddy loved it.
Some people were confused by it. Can she breathe in there? Yes. Is she comfortable? Yes. Aren't you too hot? No.
Although the instructions for use indicate the wrap is good for toddlers up to 35 pounds, everything I've read on wrap babywearing recommends 15-20 pounds, Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-32268091491909269762011-06-26T14:46:00.000-07:002011-06-26T14:46:27.679-07:00Stupid Things I SayThis could probably be the running gag of my blog if I let it, but I try to keep the public acknowledgement of my lameness to a minimum. Of course, if you've been hanging around a while, you'll know I'm not exactly successful.
Me to Tom: You suck the joy out of everything.
And what is this everything from which Tom sucked the joy?
Steam cleaning the carpet.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-1685016093681308442011-06-23T22:56:00.000-07:002011-06-23T22:56:45.706-07:00LeapingLast month was open enrollment at work. If you wanted to change insurance plans, that was the time to do it.
I have had the same insurance for 15 years. Corey has been with the same pediatrician 16 years (plus one year with the doctor who retired from there). I love the pediatrician. Love him. And his wife, who was also Corey's pediatrician at one point. And his staff, most of whom I've Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82565582874304073382011-06-21T00:14:00.000-07:002011-06-21T00:33:01.972-07:00Time Warp, Mad-A-StyleNot once, not twice... three times today I almost referenced tomorrow as Saturday. Time is moving so slowly in that regard, probably because Thursday of next week I am off for the better part of six weeks.
Tonight, however, time went into hyper drive.
Tom: How old are you?
Mad: Eight.
Tom, laughing: You are?!
Madelyn, giggling hysterically: I'm close to 10 years old!
Perhaps you'll Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-65383914415528991262011-06-17T23:24:00.000-07:002011-06-17T23:24:49.864-07:00Dinner at the CasaTonight I ran into one of my former sign language students, Aaron. When he started with me, he was in elementary school, giggly, goofy and very smart. He just finished his first year of college with a double major, and said that he's "finally playing less video games and putting more effort" into his life. I guess so.
In his eyes, I still recognize that fabulous little boy. Tom did, too (he Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-39347752790956539132011-06-17T22:30:00.000-07:002011-06-17T22:30:45.859-07:00Thank You for Being a FriendYet again my technical woes regarding Blogger have been solved by none other than Heather over at Adventures with Baby J and Bean. Yesterday I took suggestion number one and resorted to stealing borrowing Tom's computer (identical to mine, bought on the same day) to see if I could comment on other blogs. Why yes I could! (And yes, I did consider swapping out laptops, but he still has all the Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-30362179114744030962011-06-17T00:09:00.000-07:002011-06-17T00:12:01.663-07:00Help a Kid Hug Their HeroI am one of those people who has spent most of her life with a wedgie from sitting on the fence. I prefer to say that I can see both sides of most issues, and can often find something to agree with on either side if the arguments are presented rationally.
Thus, despite my feelings about all of these military engagements and wars we keep jumping into, I still feel a deep appreciation for our menShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82599126035129301172011-06-11T11:48:00.000-07:002011-07-15T02:19:08.392-07:00Tuesday Night I Had a Date. With a Girl! Nay, a Woman!And I liked it.
Mm-hmm, that's right.
Sure, Tom and I had a date night scheduled for last night (our first since out anniversary in November). But I have needs, people. Needs!
If you've been hanging around for a while, you know that I have not been able to make any friends since moving up here. Not that I haven't tried. You can catch a small sampling of my struggles here.
Recently, the Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-59378627213627547052011-06-11T02:42:00.000-07:002011-06-11T02:44:51.922-07:00Who Put Me In Time Out? And When Is It Over?I am still in Blogger hell. Random ability to comment. Sometimes it looks like I'm going to get my comment posted, even if it is as "Anonymous," but at the last second I am sent to sign in again. But I cannot sign back in and my comment gets eaten.
The other night I wrote a lengthy post about my date with a woman and how awesome it was.* Blogger wasn't auto-saving for some reason, and I Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-31854378596135362942011-06-05T19:38:00.001-07:002011-06-05T19:38:22.053-07:00Fynnie Heard I Had Nothing to SayShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-4825642416473833312011-05-30T23:26:00.000-07:002011-05-30T23:26:55.658-07:00Train? What TrainYeah, no train. Apparently Tom was only telling me about today's limited runs because of the holiday, the cost and the fact that we'll need to go down the hill to take Mad on the train for future reference.
Fine.
So, in lieu of train stories, I shall show you a little girl in training.
*sigh*
I'm not ready.
Nope. Not even a little bit.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-21231889782138725602011-05-30T12:42:00.000-07:002011-05-30T12:45:37.784-07:00Dear Godiva Chocolates,I held you in high esteem when you were in expensive department stores. I would eye you lovingly in your brown and gold packaging, even though I'm more of a black and silver girl myself.
On rare occasions, I would buy the smallest morsel. Corey and I would savor it.
Years back when I wanted to find a way to say "I'm sorry to take your job, but I am a single mother and I can't choose a Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-22438994967166770492011-05-30T08:55:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:48:30.126-07:00Why Would You (We) Do That?!Madelyn loves trains. She has always been fascinated by them.
Of course, she was fascinated by buses, trash truck and street sweepers, too. It just turned out that "fascinated" translated directly as, "Oh holy moly! What is that big thing?! Can it get me?!? AAAaaahhh!!!"
*ahem* That was last year. Now she's three.
As we drive up or down the pass each day, Mad requests that we go down Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-81270193602575268032011-05-28T23:45:00.000-07:002011-05-28T23:45:44.104-07:00What the Hey?!For the past day and a half I have not been able to stay signed in long enough to comment on anyone's blogs. And let me say that I have typed out some brilliant and witty comments.
So if you have posted something but haven't heard from me, it's not for not trying.
Anyone else having the same problem?
I guess I'll know if you don't answer.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-58844516344599933852011-05-28T20:44:00.000-07:002011-05-28T20:46:04.357-07:00Pet NamesI've mentioned the birth board I joined while pregnant with Fynnie. Sometime around her birth I realized that (doh!) there was one for Mad, too. (Corey was born before I'd even heard of the Internet, let alone used it.)
Today one of the April '08 mamas posted a question about pet names for our kids. I'm including my response here mainly so it'll be accessible to my kids one day. Because Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-84416821572919255772011-05-27T21:45:00.000-07:002011-05-28T13:11:19.871-07:00Fynnie's Fourth* Tooth Has Broken ThroughBut lest you be concerned that we're about to revel in long-sleeping nights, the next two are locked and loaded.
No pictures because... *sigh*... I can't seem to get her to smile with her mouth open and her head back far enough to see under her upper lip.
*Not that I am sleep deprived or anything, but the title was supposed to say fourth, not third.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-3252429776512573402011-05-27T14:31:00.000-07:002011-05-27T14:38:24.566-07:00Who Are You to Me?When I was 15, my best friend Jennifer and I could usually be found at Roller City. Mm-hmm, that's right. We skated. Every. Friday. Night. And some Saturdays.
Oh, and if there was an overnighter, we were there! One time I even joined a small crowd roller skating from Rancho Cucamonga to Newport Beach. At night. (Unfortunately, no one bothered to tell me that the girls were driving out Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-12470011430396448752011-05-26T15:56:00.000-07:002011-05-26T15:56:06.930-07:00Starting EarlyYesterday evening Corey had an appointment with one of his doctors. As it happened, I'd promised Margaret I'd get the girls as soon as possible because she's been ill. I wanted her to ease back into watching them. Aaand Tom ended up working very late because he'd taken time off to be with the girls while Grandma was ill.
So the girls came with Corey and me to this appointment. Madelyn was Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-76835806256390076042011-05-25T19:45:00.000-07:002011-05-25T19:45:36.259-07:00Impressed?Today I amazed and astounded my coworkers with my ability to look right and left.
Was it the chiropractor?
Nope. I sure would like their hours, though!
Pain meds?
Nuh-uh. One full day of heartburn and a terribly upset stomach was enough, thanks.
Time, a few office cubical deep tissue massages, slightly better sleep and a (brief) trip to the gym seemed to be key.
So yes, Inquiring Minds, I Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-89491398521551923252011-05-24T17:24:00.000-07:002011-05-24T17:24:31.107-07:00Pain in the...I used to listen to Howard Stern. I was young, whimsical, (not so) secretly rebellious (if you knew me away from work). And he was kinda cool. Dorky, self-deprecating, madly in love with his wife. *swoon*
Plus, there was a good chance that I could learn something.
One time he had a guest who said that certain so-called normal actions were actually little markers of mental illness.
Losing Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-29634572306053886562011-05-19T20:16:00.001-07:002011-05-19T20:16:40.462-07:00The Excitement Comes to a Screeching HaltToday, since some (one) of you were wondering, I started my day off with a meeting. Four agenda items and it still took nearly two hours.
That ain't right.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-21374869116918829492011-05-18T22:00:00.000-07:002011-05-18T22:00:19.059-07:00Yeah, My Job SucksYesterday I had to go to that schmancy luncheon and canoodle with Tommy Lasorda. Today I had to chaperone a bunch of middle schoolers at a baseball game. It's an annual event. It's awful(ly cool)! I hate it (when it's over and I have to go back to the office).
Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-5139870958627989552011-05-17T22:18:00.000-07:002011-05-17T22:19:19.784-07:00Girl, Whaaat?!?No really. I swear it's true.
What's that? You didn't get my text? It said I spent three hours spent surrounded by guns and now I smell like Tommy Lasorda. I'll add that I laughed and cried and laughed. A lot.
Dude, I couldn't make this stuff up. This is way better than the naked hug with my doctor, too. I swear.
Today was the annual Police Recognition Luncheon. Tommy Lasorda was a Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-34906833306599573812011-05-14T18:47:00.000-07:002011-05-14T18:59:38.877-07:00By the numbersOne heck of a roller coaster, that's what the past few days have been. This roller coaster (that used to terrify me as a kid) aptly sums up our experience... if played on repeat for three days.
2 teeth coming in
2 ear infections
1 sore throat (still too soon for the culture to come back)
3 medications ~ one antibiotic, two fever reducers
24 hours ~ the point when I was expecting things to Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-73008083416565451842011-05-13T22:07:00.000-07:002011-05-13T22:09:15.252-07:00Whatever You Do, Please Do It NowWe are starting on day three of one sick Fynnie Fynn. What the heck? Like getting two consecutive front teeth isn't enough for this week. Well only one has broken through, but the other one is right there.
Nope. What started out as a mild teething fever has turned into double ear infections, a sore throat (possibly strep... I suppose we'll hear on Monday) and, tonight, vomiting. With any Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-5111724581148496712011-05-08T17:21:00.000-07:002011-05-08T17:24:24.638-07:00The Mother's Day You DeserveThat's what a friend said she hoped I am having, the Mother's Day I deserve. I don't know if I am or not. I suppose so.
Let's see:
Corey is not here.
I had to cancel plans for time with my mother and Corey, and part of me is relieved.
We started this weekend with a vomiting toddler and a teething infant. The tooth has again receded, so we'll get to go through all that again.
Tom's Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-40754713782687618492011-05-05T23:34:00.000-07:002011-05-05T23:34:51.703-07:00Something AwfulIsn't that a strange phrase? How does it translate into "a lot" or "with a passion"?
Why don't people realize that's what I mean when I say things like, "I love to sing something awful"?
Maybe they've heard me sing.
I love to sing. I have always loved to sing.
In fifth or sixth grade I tried out for the Tri-Cities Choir (those three cities were Ontario, Montclair and... I'm not sure what Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-51465037405098745712011-05-04T00:34:00.000-07:002011-05-04T06:54:06.371-07:00Goodbye April, Hello May!Sure, some good things happened in April, but here is just a sampling of why I am happy to see it leave. In fact, this sample represents one week, Saturday to Friday.
Saturday: Had Mad's birthday party. Struggled to pull it off. Barely Managed with the help of several people, not really including my own mother. Wrapped up the party with Mad having what seemed to be a seizure.
Monday: Mad Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-7340386648531352432011-05-03T23:53:00.000-07:002011-05-03T23:55:05.482-07:00I Guess It's Been a WhileLast week I finally decided to stop in at my gym. I figure I pay someone to work there a few hours a month, maybe I should check the place out. Plus, it's been a while since I've seen my gym ID card. Not, like, decades... I definitely recall seeing it on the nightstand upstairs.
I walked in to the place and read perused the sign on the door about the "no copies of IDs" rule. Made sense to Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-67271407680003899892011-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:002011-04-30T10:23:40.904-07:00Dear Cold Caller,You are lucky if you get this reply from a potential customer,
"We aren't able to use your product right now, but please take my email and send me information because we would like to be able to plan for it."
The correct response can come in many forms. It does not, however, sound like this:
"Well we don't send out information. That would be a waste of time for us."
Because, as it happens, Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-8748023203747326512011-04-25T00:57:00.000-07:002011-04-29T07:39:05.692-07:00Armpit WarmersYeah, that's right. Armpit warmers. I have 'em. I've joked about having them for a long time, but today I knew that all joking was over. ForEVER.
Fynn's apparently hitting that nine month growth spurt, and she's still recovering from a(nother) nasty (fricken) cold. So we're back to nursing from 1:00 in the morning or so until we get up. This morning I woke up at 6:45 and realized I was Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-82450636525851415952011-04-24T11:51:00.000-07:002011-04-24T11:53:39.023-07:00My WordEver suddenly face a new difficulty while doing something you've done hundreds of times in the past with no problems? If you're like me (the me of these days when sleep is a rare treat and caffeine even rarer), you have a couple of standard responses.
First, you continue attempting to do things the old way. Why will it only upload one photo at a time? It's probably just a glitch. If I keep Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-66624002123470305242011-04-20T17:00:00.000-07:002011-04-20T17:00:45.266-07:00Bad News/Good NewsFynn is finally starting to be less boobiefied. She'll even stop at night so Daddy can put her to bed instead of nursing off to dreamland. I'm happy letting her nurse as long as she wants (pretty much), but it's also exciting to have a bit more freedom.
Yesterday I called my local parks and rec department and left a message saying I'm interested in teaching a sign class. Mentioned that I'd Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-44352844005421711122011-04-20T16:14:00.000-07:002011-04-20T16:25:00.495-07:00Celebrate Good Times, C'mon!Mad wanted ducks and frogs, chocolate cupcakes and white and a spoon for her birthday party.
I admit these frog cupcakes are rather pitiful. I found the best frog cupcake toppers, but Tom decided "we" should make these instead. In the picture we'd found online, the green candy stayed in a smile. Ours would hardly stay bent at all. When I tried putting a very bent piece on one cupcake, it Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-27120365719804203242011-04-15T19:07:00.000-07:002011-04-15T19:07:30.604-07:00Mad MouthDaddy, to Mad: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a purple."
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"That's Babies R Us. That's where stinky diapers come."
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Mad, to Mama: "I want a chippie."
"You do? Where are they?" (Asked as I scan the post-birthday party bomb blast that is our living room and kitchen.)
"They're right over here, honey. They're right over Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-86188320145811816662011-04-09T07:40:00.000-07:002011-04-09T07:40:31.886-07:00To Answer the QuestionIt's now 29 degrees and everything's covered in frost. Upside: no wind, so it only feels like 29.
Hooray?
Yesterday I bought Mad an outfit to stand in for her cute sundress, and bought a sweater to go over Fynn's. I may just stay in my sweats and yoga pants.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-12896149136667829442011-04-08T04:58:00.000-07:002011-04-08T04:58:36.037-07:00Incoming!Upon turning on my computer this morning I can see that today is the day my in-laws will arrive at our house. How do I know this (rest assured it's not my sleep-deprived brain that cannot keep track of complex lists or the days of the week)?
At this moment outside my window it is 36 degrees and raining. Which probably means it's snowing in the pass. In the middle of April. Officially warmer Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-87533874295543548722011-04-07T22:49:00.000-07:002011-04-07T22:49:58.687-07:00Not That Wild After AllTom and I are sitting here catching up on tonight's Idol elimination show. I like that we can fast forward through the commercials, including the in-show Ford commercials*. I also like skipping the often horrendous group songs and some of the guest performers.
Tonight's guest performer, to my utter shock, was Iggy Pop. (Yeah, I know that Constantine Maroulis "performed"... whatever.) I love Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-83115722832217599042011-04-04T19:09:00.000-07:002011-04-04T19:09:37.758-07:00I Know Why They Say... glasses make me look smarter.
Now I look like I can read.
Unless I take them off, in which case I sound like someone trying to read in their new second language.
(Note to self: So what if you read "today" as "holiday," you got three-fifths of those letters in the right order. And location!)Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-35406815543679154952011-04-03T08:55:00.000-07:002011-04-03T08:55:47.847-07:00Sticking With TraditionTomorrow it should be in the upper 70's around here. A few days ago it was in the 90's down the hill, mid-80's here. Sunshine and blue skies are a lot more common up here than any other type of weather.
My in-laws will be here on Friday. The forecast? Rain and temps in the low 50's.
I don't know how they do it, but they manage to bring cold, often wet weather every single time. One time Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-25651722047580559222011-04-02T23:39:00.000-07:002011-04-02T23:39:13.940-07:00Dear Diapers.comYou amuse me.
Yes, I love that you don't charge sales tax. And that there has been a 20% off coupon code each time I have needed to order a ridiculously expensive European car seat from your fine establishment. And that I have ordered on Saturday night and received the shipment on Monday morning. That's all cool and, yes, you rock.
But no, I will not be utilizing the "reorder in seconds" Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-41651875413850355742011-04-02T21:28:00.000-07:002011-04-02T21:28:14.583-07:00Oh Yeah, Huh?I've had my new eyeglasses for a few days. Seeing with them on is different than without. Strange that everything is not only clearer, but seems closer, too. Stairs are still weird, and I'm not exactly thrilled with the way I kind of get woozy when turning my head. I'm sure I'll adjust to those things soon enough. There is one thing I have to get into my head STAT, though.
Wearing glasses Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-46991016587699875722011-03-28T00:29:00.000-07:002011-03-28T00:29:45.797-07:00Ha!This post had already been written. Badly. I'm sparing you that, and will instead get to the point.
Tom said this afternoon (after a full day of cleaning and organizing while Margaret watched the girls here at home), "This is fun!"
And again I say, "Ha!"Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-12017252048683832532011-03-26T12:12:00.000-07:002011-03-26T12:12:08.758-07:00People Get Into Trouble For This, Right?I do wonder if Fynn will some day sit across from a therapist and uncover hidden memories of being left alone. In a closet. With the door pulled shut.
Will she ever recall images of her parents high-fiving over their schemes to find the darkest recesses of their home and sprawl her out? Has she seen the desperate glee as we've plotted an end to her days of napping only in a carrier or Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-3040817197950821242011-03-19T17:28:00.000-07:002011-03-19T17:28:38.728-07:00Tribute to a Man I Never MetMH II died far away from here this week. His father, a teacher I've only been working with for a couple of months has left to meet his son's body and bring him home.
I don't know how he died. I have the basic understanding of why he was in the Middle East that most of us have. So, like a lot of us, I don't really know why he died either. All I know is that a soldier is coming home with his Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-2382796669827106462011-03-16T22:49:00.000-07:002011-03-16T22:49:42.612-07:00My PreciousPoor kid's got Mama's frizz already. But check out that toothy grin!Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-32278693827295894372011-03-09T23:07:00.000-08:002011-03-09T23:07:32.857-08:00Party PlanningTom decided he'd like Mad's third birthday party to be WordWorld themed. Or The Wiggles. I have never really disliked a kids' show until seeing a few episodes of The Wiggles. Granted, they have some catchy tunes, but they also... okay, they're just weird. And they're not my kind of weird. Ugh!
More importantly, do we have to have commercial themes? We did get her a musical Elmo balloon Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-75409661233634273892011-03-07T00:00:00.000-08:002011-03-07T00:09:17.942-08:00Psychically Linked to My PhysicianNo, not the one who gave me the naked hug. I have a team of specialists, people. A team.
Or, well, I have an OB (AKA the Naked Hugger) and a regular doc. Regular Doc has been my dad and Margaret's GP since right before Margaret had her accident. Only he didn't know he was her doc yet. The switch was that right before. So when it came to getting doctor's orders for Margaret to be moved fromShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-11550932127262220772011-03-05T16:00:00.000-08:002011-03-05T16:00:19.638-08:00Mish-MoshIn case you were wondering, I love making food for Fynn, just as I loved making Mad's baby food. (Corey couldn't have cared less about food until around a year, so he just went straight to food.) It's easy, natural. The bananas Fynn eats are never pink (wth?).
I do not, however, love the feeling of Fynn's food on my hands or wrists while I'm feeding her. I was the same way with Mad. It's Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-49196100312678647892011-03-02T20:31:00.000-08:002011-03-02T20:31:39.005-08:00Awesome Hair TheoryTom had jury duty yesterday. He was supposed to be at work 70 miles away at 4:00 in the morning, but instead he had to be at court five or so miles away by 12:00. Noon. Poor guy.
He spent a few hours in the jury box yesterday and had to return for continued jury selection today. At 10:30.
I was pulling for him to get selected. I've sat on a couple of juries, and have found the whole Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-69836545703911515702011-03-02T20:05:00.000-08:002011-03-02T20:05:47.623-08:00Peacefail DemonstrationA friend sent me a facebook invitation to this Friday's "a day of peace." I like peace. I signed up.
For the past two days I have been trying to practice the requirements.
I have an idea... for a day of peace. Wouldn't it be amazing?
Just one day in the year where we all held our tongues.
A day where we ignored others' shortcomings and made a valiant effort to be kind and understanding. Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-65861888944735053412011-03-01T19:41:00.000-08:002011-03-01T19:49:26.210-08:00MilestonesToday, March 1 two things became irrevocably true.
One, Fynnie got her second tooth. Perhaps that's why we were up from 2:30 to 4:00 this morning, although she seemed perfectly happy.
Two, I must now say, "... when I turn 40 this month." Last year Tom threw a surprise party for me. To make up for the god-awful birthday of 2009. More than one person insinuated last year that I was "39 again.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-17732148282565377002011-02-27T14:40:00.000-08:002011-02-27T14:40:02.787-08:00No Really... I Swear!Remember that mom's group I found around the time that Fynn arrived? The one that had their first get-together (after I'd heard of them) the night of Fynn's first shot?
And the second one the day of Tom's and my fifth wedding anniversary?
The one that canceled every other get-together while I was off work and held two in a row the first two days I was back at work?
The one where I stalkedShanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-2293385195650343012011-02-23T18:00:00.000-08:002011-02-23T18:00:15.805-08:00Still An IssuePeek over my shoulder as I read my latest email, won't you? It's brief.
You, Miss Shannon, are a doll! Even if you can't seem to get buttons, zippers, etc. down. :)Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-27826254234303145842011-02-21T09:24:00.000-08:002011-02-21T09:24:52.325-08:00Snow BlossomsSaturday was stormy. "Sewiously windy," Mad said every time it seemed like a train screamed past. Our 40-50 pound barbecue was blown off the patio and tumble about 10 feet. Some time after the girls were in bed, rain turned to snow. Not a lot. Enough.
Storm or no, spring is coming, my friends.
Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-67035873867492802742011-02-20T12:10:00.000-08:002011-05-01T13:59:06.658-07:00Deepish ThoughtsAs part of my job, I go wherever my employers have their materials. One of my employers runs the business from her gorgeous home near the top of the foothills. One morning Nance and I went to pick up a job. The smell emanating from her house was noxious. She said that her trainer had her cooking a bunch of broccoli the previous night and that it, for some reason, was still hanging in the air.Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782059.post-78260905918804108702011-02-15T21:51:00.000-08:002011-05-01T14:00:33.522-07:00Dear Abby I'm NotNotice some subtle changes to my blog? Yeah, well I was going to explain to someone else just how easy it would be to change hers. Only I needed to go through the steps so I'd know what the heck I was saying. For some reasons, changes took place without my meaning to. Once those occurred, additional changes did not take place no matter how hard I tried.
Hmmph.
Yes, I was supposed to be Shanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12434884811193988493noreply@blogger.com2