Thursday, February 28
Can't believe I did it, but I'm just about caught up. Both articles written and sent to my editor, only 6 more sites to review for the week, and I even finished my collabs for the month. And with that, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to go hurl myself into bed.
Um, as soon as I unearth it from the pile of unfolded laundry that's covering it. And change and dress the baby for the night. And put away dinner. Gah!
posted by Carrie - 08:32 PM
Still got the plague. Didn't get to make chicken soup last night; snow made the roads too bad for Eric to stop by the grocery store for veggies. Does barbecue chicken pizza help any?
Sam loves me effusively with kisses to the chin, trying to make me feel better. Or else he just wants to nurse again. Story of my day, you know.
posted by Carrie - 12:27 PM
Wednesday, February 27
New entry up (snort).
posted by Carrie - 03:22 PM
Tuesday, February 26
Finally. There's a new entry up in the journal.
posted by Carrie - 09:24 PM
take the which one of the trading spaces cast are you? quiz!
posted by Carrie - 09:53 AM
Monday, February 25
It's always such fun getting back from extended vacation trips to see family. The house is full of unpacked bags and unwashed laundry, I have mountainous heaps of mail and email to which I must attend, Sam is cranky ("Where's Grandma? I want somebody to bounce me, now!"), and I feel like the world is spinning twice as fast as before we left, making it impossible for me to get caught up on anything.
His Lordship has currently consented to take a nap (only on my lap, mind you; the bed was too much to ask of him), so I'm going to try to catch up on work stuff while he snoozes. Not that I'm optimistic. I'm close to panic attack territory here.
posted by Carrie - 12:09 PM
Thursday, February 21
So, after three years of cowering and trembling at the idea, I went to the dentist. I figured that since I really, really couldn't put it off any longer, I should try combatting my fear by going back to my old pediatric dentist, of whom I was never afraid.
It worked, kind of. I was still terrified, but I played alphabet games in my head and tried to pretend that it was just Sammy reaching into my mouth and playing with my teeth. It took a long time, and I still have to go back again tomorrow to finish the cleaning job. (Whimper...) Still, no cavities!
When I get back home, I think I'll start going to the dentist that my friend Betsy recommends. Anything has to be better than that evil she-beast who attacked me those years ago...
posted by Carrie - 12:14 PM
Monday, February 18
Thanks for all the kind words about Oriana. It was a very sad time in our house - particularly so because we probably won't be getting another guinea pig until Sam is older, and it feels pretty lonely around here. Cressida is very quiet in the cage all alone. We're giving her treats to comfort her.
Sam and I are in Maryland now while Eric is in Oracle training for the week. Mom and Dad are loving it, but Sam is pretty cranky - missing his Daddy, missing his things. (I miss Eric, too.) My parents are at work during the day, so it's just him and me; right now he's ignoring the toys and exploring my mom's basket of rag balls.
I need to use this week to catch up on work, but I can't really concentrate. Maybe when Mom gets home, she can take Sam (happy task for her!) and I can do some of it.
I'm hungry. Weird to be in your childhood home and have it changed so much that you don't feel all that comfortable raiding the fridge.
posted by Carrie - 12:25 PM
Saturday, February 16
Oriana Piggie, 1998-2002
posted by Carrie - 08:47 AM
Friday, February 15
1. What was the first thing you ever cooked?
I'm almost positive this would be cookies, though I don't remember. We had to take cooking classes every year in middle school, but I know I probably baked cookies before the age of 11.
2. What's your signature dish?
At home, it's chili. For potlucks, it's often baked pumpkin.
3. Ever had a cooking disaster? (tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe.
Oh, sweetness and light, yes. Let's see:
In addition, I have never successfully made a pie, no matter how many times I try. They just never set up correctly, or the crust doesn't cook, or the whole thing burns...
- Once, when I was a young teen, I tried to bake cookies on a heavy plastic cookie tray. Naturally, it melted all over the oven.
- Once I misread a recipe and tried to add half a cup of baking soda to a batch of cookies instead of half a teaspoon.
- I had a loaf of peanut-butter-and-jelly bread explode in a bread machine.
- The first time I tried to make baked pasta, I measured the pasta by weight instead of volume and got pasta soup.
4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal?
A huge Indian meal, complete with Poori bread, vegetable pakora and samosas, paneer masala, a Tandori chicken, and maybe Gulab Jamun for dessert. My mouth waters thinking about it.
5. What are you doing this weekend?
Saturday, I'll (hopefully) be catching up with some work that got left by the wayside this week. Sunday, we're heading out: Eric has training in Maryland next week, so he's dropping Sam and me off with my parents! Yay!
posted by Carrie - 08:57 AM
Thursday, February 14
Yesterday I went to my friend Betsy's house to make valentines for our husbands. While we worked, Sam sat on the floor and played with some plastic cups. Peaceful and quiet was the afternoon.
Suddenly their cat ran in on silent feet and walked up to Sam. He'd never before met a cat. It wasn't a fond meeting; Sam's face crumbled, he let out a Howl! and burst into tears of terror. I grabbed and comforted him, Betsy grabbed the cat, and then we tried to show Sam that the kitty was nice and that he could pet her. Nope, nothing doing.
Well, it's not as though we were planning to go get a cat anytime soon, anyway. Daddy and Mommy are both allergic.
posted by Carrie - 10:17 AM
If I had a thousand cards, a thousand candy hearts, and a thousand roses, I'd scatter them out into cyberspace and make all you guys, the best readers in the world, my Valentines. Instead, you'll have to settle for a thousand virtual kisses and hugs. Mwah!
Happy Valentine's Day!
posted by Carrie - 10:11 AM
Tuesday, February 12
And yes, I am the Queen of Homonym Errata tonight. Bleah! All caught and edited now, I hope. Reminder to self: proofread before uploading...
posted by Carrie - 08:36 PM
Oh, and tooth number three (upper middle-right) made its appearance today. Go, Sammy!
posted by Carrie - 08:25 PM
As Episcopalians for about five years, we're pretty new at the whole Lent thing. At first I didn't really "get it"; what does red meat or dessert have to do with the church calendar, anyway? After a while, I figured out the point: use the moments during which you're craving whatever you've given up to pray, meditate, whatever. A no-brainer, yes, but as I said, I'm pretty new to it.
This year I'm giving up chocolate. Major owie for me. I'll be given plenty of opportunity to pray and meditate this Lent go-around.
For dinner tonight, then, I made chicken mole (a spicy chocolate/chile dish). It was my first time, and I had only read about it - never actually tasted it. It was divine! Words can't even express how much I enjoyed it. Eric, on the other hand, says he'd never actually want it again. Different strokes, I guess.
Dessert, currently in the process of setting in the fridge, is a chocolate pudding pie. Yummy.
posted by Carrie - 08:24 PM
Monday, February 11
There's a new entry up in the journal. Typed one-handedly; go, me!
posted by Carrie - 02:06 PM
I'm having a mushy moment. Sam is sitting quietly on the floor, taking toys, one by one, out of his little basket. He plays with each for a few minutes, then drops it on the floor beside him and moves on to the next. Eventually he winds up with an empty basket, which he shakes and mutters about until I refill it or get him a new one.
When did he get to be such a grownup boy? He doesn't really need my help for any of this; he knows how to push all the buttons and jingle all the bells. He knows that his octopus toy has three little fish hanging from it, and he knows how to make each fish shake and rock. He can roll the little car on the floor next to him. He fingers the lion's nose in exactly the same way that he fingers mine and his father's.
My Sam is not such a baby anymore, and it makes me proud and heartbroken all at once. He just dropped a toy back into the basket a second ago all by himself; soon he won't even need me for that one small task.
posted by Carrie - 11:16 AM
Sunday, February 10
Bekki just left, and now I'm lonely again. Just look at those boys, will you? Absolutely adorable.
posted by Carrie - 07:11 PM
Saturday, February 9
This "working" thing is kicking my butt. Watch Sam, who's turned into the Original Velcro Baby, all day long; try to keep the house clean and food prepared. Hand off the child when Eric gets home from work, serve dinner, then attempt to get some work done while listening to Sam whine, cry, and be miserable because Mommy's not playing with him. Oh, sure, Daddy's fun, but I want Mama!
Last night I was trying to focus on my work when I heard, over the baby monitor, Sam start wailing at the top of his lungs. I couldn't help it; I stomped upstairs to where Eric was trying to cuddle and comfort the shrieking child. "I can't do this!" I yelled. "I cannot keep these jobs if it means I have to listen to my baby crying!"
"He's okay; he just dropped a toy on his face. We're under control," Eric informed me. Still, this needs to get better. Other people have advised me to have Eric take Sam out of the house to distract him from me. I like that idea, but Eric is tired when he comes home and not at all inclined to go back out. I'd leave, but my work ties me to the computer.
Right now, I'm just too tired and stressed to think about it. Ack!
posted by Carrie - 11:05 AM
Congratulations are in order to Mar and Nick for being the latest to add to the growing number of forthcoming journal and blog babies! 2002 looks to be an even bigger year for births than 2001!
posted by Carrie - 10:39 AM
Friday, February 8
1. What's the most romantic thing you've ever done for someone else?
Oh, this is hard. I'm not one for big, flowery shows of sentiment; I prefer to express my love in more subtle ways. Probably the most romantic thing was that I dedicated a piece I wrote to Eric when we were in college.
2. [pardon the cosmo question] What are your erogenous zones?
My neck is my biggest one lately.
3. How old were you the first time you had sex? Care to expound?
Not going to go into when or where, but it was with Eric.
4. What's the most unusual place you've ever had sex?
I'd say a practice room at our old music college, but if you were a student there, you'd know that that was hardly an unusual place.
5. Do you have plans for Valentine's Day or is it just another Thursday?
No plans yet. Hard to plan around Sam. I might cook a nice dinner if we end up staying in.
posted by Carrie - 08:25 AM
Thursday, February 7
Oh, my poor little baby! Solids just don't seem to agree with his butt. Even though he eats very, very little, he occasionally (like right now) has difficulty with bowel movements. Actually, I'm not sure it's even connected with solids; the first time this happened was over Christmas, before he'd had any.
Anyway, he's panting and whimpering in my arms right now, straining to go. I can't really do much for him but hold him and love him and try to nurse him (breastmilk is a laxative). Poor little boy.
posted by Carrie - 11:23 AM
There's a new one up. Anybody want to join me?
posted by Carrie - 11:06 AM
Wednesday, February 6
Wowzers. Lots of you already know this, but Aimee got herself a new list. It's turning out to be one of the best things in which I've participated in a long time. Pretty chatty, though!
posted by Carrie - 04:57 PM
Today's adventure started with Eric asking me to find out if we had any Asian markets in the area. The Yellow Pages listed one, but I couldn't find it. I did find the nearly dead mall near where it should have been.
So, we browsed. In the grocery store, Sam sampled a couple of apple slices and flirted with the checkout girls. We looked at the fish in the pet store; we stood by the fountains and gazed into the water. Sam has always been mesmerized by all things water-related, perhaps due to being born into water.
We nursed in the middle of the mall, and he fell asleep in the sling. We walked around for a bit while he napped, and everybody smiled as we passed. I'm constantly amazed at the number of women who see the sling and say, "Boy, I wish we'd had things like that when I had my babies!" They seem dumbfounded when I tell them that slings have been around, in some form, since just about the beginning of time.
Anyway, we left the mall with:
- Enchilada sauce and tortillas
- A meat tenderizer
- Rice noodles
- A couple of hook racks for hanging kitchen utensils
posted by Carrie - 04:51 PM
So, it begins. Sam has begun to test his sharp little teeth upon my poor breasts. I think he's doing it when he's nursed me almost dry and he wants more. Last evening in bed he nipped me twice in a row, rapidly; I put him off the breast, said "No!" and played with him for a bit. After a while he began pawing at me to nurse again. After a few minutes, though, he bit down hard. I yelped, pulled away, and handed him off to Eric as fast as I could. Ouch! Sam didn't care for that, but he fell asleep in Daddy's arms after a few minutes.
Now today he's bit me twice while on my lap at the computer. Both times I've said "No!" and put him down on the floor. He doesn't seem to mind too terribly, though. I don't want to punish him, but I do want him to stop doing it. Those little teeth hurt!
posted by Carrie - 04:39 PM
Tuesday, February 5
Baa. Baaaa, I say!
(swiped from everybody, really, but most recently from Lynda) [more]
posted by Carrie - 05:47 PM
My feet are cold and falling asleep. My butt is actually cramping because Sam has been asleep on my lap for a couple of hours now, pinning me to the spot if I don't want to deal with a whiny, cranky, wakened-before-he-was-ready baby. My neck hurts.
Whine, whine, whine...
I hate the water! And I hate being wet! And I hate YOU! (Well, not you, of course.)
posted by Carrie - 05:08 PM
I forgot to tell you one of the funniest things I heard over Christmas!
We were at Eric's family's church, and I was hanging out with Sam in the nursery after changing his diaper. Sam was doing his "I want to stand up" routine, and one of the women commented that he looked like he wanted to walk before he crawled. I replied in the affirmative, and she said, in all seriousness, "Don't let him! He'll be warped for life!"
Warped for life...as though he had a chance to escape that fate with us as his parents, anyway.
posted by Carrie - 10:21 AM
Monday, February 4
I'd get pictures of this, but I'm too busy being a participant. Sam's latest nursing game is to pull off and roll away onto his stomach while we're lying on the bed; then he turns 360 degrees until he's facing me once more. He creeps up to me on hands and knees and latches on for a few more sips, making me feel for all the world like a mother cat. Pull away, turn around again, repeat as desired. He even cracks himself up with this game.
He's growing up way too fast!
posted by Carrie - 03:50 PM
Sigh. All the fun-looking chicken recipes I can find are for cut-up chickens; I have whole ones, and I'm knife-impaired. Does anybody have any suggestions for neat things to do to whole chickens? I'd be doing Tako's Beer-Can Chicken, but we have no beer in the house.
posted by Carrie - 03:44 PM
Sunday, February 3
This morning's most fun Google searches that found me:
I'm guessing the foot fetishists were disappointed with me. Really, though, I'd be quite the catch for them; I had huge tootsies to begin with, and pregnancy only made them more voluptuous (if feet can be said to be so). C'mon, honey, let me tempt you with a pair of spike heels strapped onto these babies!
(Actually, the one time I tried on a pair of flashy red stiletto boots, I ended up falling violently forward and would have broken my nose if Eric hadn't caught me. Then again, I suppose those boots weren't exactly made for walking...)
posted by Carrie - 02:47 PM
Saturday, February 2
Went to Sam's Club today and bought bulk everything. Did you know that you can freeze flour? Apparently you can, so I bought 25 pounds of bread flour to put in the chest freezer. I hope it won't freeze into a big block.
My own Sam whined most of the time we were there. He was entirely too sleepy. I wore him in the sling and he rested his head on my shoulder, but refused to sleep. Whine, whine, whine.
Now he's asleep with Daddy in bed. Ah, alone time.
posted by Carrie - 08:18 PM
Friday, February 1
Oh, man. I must have them!
posted by Carrie - 05:53 PM
Little Mr. Independent. He's crawling (well, creeping) on the floor behind me, babbling quietly to himself as he plays. A few minutes ago, he crept to the end table where I have several small baskets of toys for him, grabbed one (heavy!), dumped it out, and sorted through the toys until he found his favorite chewy bunny.
Amazing. Well, maybe just to me. Even so.
posted by Carrie - 04:33 PM
1. Have you ever had braces? Any other teeth trauma?
One of my back teeth broke a couple of years ago, and the dentist couldn't get the novocain working while she tried to fix it. The drilling gave me nightmares for weeks, I still can't chew on that side of my mouth, and I now have a dental phobia that I never before had, even as a kid.
2. Ever broken any bones?
Just a couple of toes. I'm crutches-impaired; I move better by hopping. I may have broken my foot by dropping an African jembe drum on it back in college, but I never got it checked out; now it hurts whenever the weather gets cold.
3. Ever had stitches?
Only after surgery on my head when I was a baby.
4. What are the stories behind some of your [physical] scars?
Well, there's that head scar, though it's hidden under my hair. I had a cyst on my scalp eating through to my brain (which explains a lot, doesn't it? I've heard all the jokes). I also have a scar on my left index finger from a buzzsaw; I was working in a factory during my first summer home from college and tried to push some cables that I was cutting back under the running saw. I didn't know I was hurt until I saw the blood on my glove. Probably should have gotten stitches for that.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
No real plans yet. Might watch the SuperBowl, might not. I'd rather watch the DigiBowl, but Eric has a blood draw Saturday morning.
posted by Carrie - 08:45 AM