Friday, May 31
In the category of "Annoying, but hysterical," Sam just played a great bit of comic relief. I decided to get out my old yoga tapes and give them another go. I was just beginning to work up a sweat when Sam, who had been playing with his toy car nearby, decided to "help."
I was in Downward-Facing Dog (on hands and feet, bent upwards into an inverted "V") and my legs were just beginning to tremble; Sam suddenly pushed his big riding car under my lifted stomach - and parked it. I yelped, and he giggled. I guess I looked like a good garage to him.
Perhaps tomorrow the workout will go better.
posted by Carrie - 09:04 AM
Thursday, May 30
Sam is obsessed.
Today, after taking back a rented DVD, we stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. (Sam had a scrambled egg, which he dipped into ketchup, then sucked.) Afterwards, we went outside, where the restaurant has adult and child-sized wooden rocking chairs. I plopped Sam into one of the kid ones, just to see what he'd do.
He rocked. And he rocked. Then he climbed out, rocked it with his hands, and laughed. He sat back down and rocked some more. This went on forever, as other diners went in and out of the door and waved at the precious sight.
Since those particular chairs were seventy dollars and up, I took Sam on over to Toy$ R U$, where he repeated the entire procedure with another little rocker. I showed him some other child-sized chairs, but his eyes were for the wooden rocking chair only.
I still resist the idea of spending almost forty dollars on a little rocker. I'm calling Mom tonight to see if she still has either mine or my brother's rocking chairs, or if they were sold at yard sales as I fear they were. Our thrift stores are pretty bad, so I think I have little chance of getting a good deal on a used one.
posted by Carrie - 01:48 PM
Tuesday, May 28
Making pastitsio (not that recipe, though) tonight for the first time. It's in the oven now, supposedly "setting up." That unnervingly reminds me of baking pie, which I have never managed to successfully do; they always remain in their infantile liquid state, refusing to set.
Please, please let pastitsio be different.
posted by Carrie - 06:04 PM
Monday, May 27
It's been a lazy, lazy day. Sam woke up at his usual time, I believe, but he played quietly in bed and let us sleep in more than he regularly does. We played then, showered, went out for lunch. Eric wasn't feeling well enough to travel, so we just had hot dogs at our old standby restaurant. Then we went out to Target for some window shopping; I got Sam an ear thermometer and a (hopefully to be used soon!) swim vest.
Now Sam's fast asleep on the living room floor and Eric's playing Legaia on the Playstation while I relax. I'll start dinner soon; I've got no idea what I'm making, but something will turn up. For now, I'm just enjoying the peace of the evening.
posted by Carrie - 06:14 PM
Sunday, May 26
There's a new entry up, all about our anniversary fun.
posted by Carrie - 01:26 PM
Saturday, May 25
Five Years Ago
posted by Carrie - 11:39 AM
Friday, May 24
My poor child. A bit ago, he took a tumble during one of his stair-climbing lessons, forgetting on the bottom stair that he needed to go backwards to get down. He cried so hard that he couldn't breathe; I slathered his cheek with Arnica, and he nursed to sleep. Now he has a tiny purple bruise on his cheekbone, but I imagine it would have looked much worse without the Arnica. I'll slather him again before bed.
In a box
Keeping the floor clean
posted by Carrie - 06:27 PM
We went to playgroup today. The plan had been to meet at the playground, or the library if it was raining. Big, fat raindrops started to fall as we got on the road, so we went on ahead to the library, thinking we'd meet everyone there.
Half an hour later, we were still the only playgroup members there. Sam didn't mind, as there were other little ones there for him to chase and pester. I was slightly blue, though; I missed my friends. Two other mommies were there, and I eavesdropped until one asked me about Sam. I shyly entered their conversation.
A while later, just as the ladies were beginning to give their kids the signal to get ready to leave, I stumbled onto the fact that one of the ladies had birthed her child at home! And she was newly pregnant, new to the area, and looking for midwives! I happily gave her my number (and she called just a minute ago to get Barb's contact info).
And then our playgroup arrived.
posted by Carrie - 04:15 PM
1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having?
This one. Actually, though, I have pretty vivid dreams every night; some just stay with me longer than others. I've found that if I want to have a particularly vivid dream of the, er, "romantic" nature, all I have to do is drink a lot of water before going to bed. For some reason, a full bladder sets things in motion for me.
2. Do you have any recurring dreams?
Not really, but I have certain themes that recur: being chased by a handsome stranger, goin back to high school and being lost or losing my books, dying.
3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?
That's a hard one. Once I dreamt that I had a sister who kidnapped Sam, and he died in her care. I couldn't prove it, though, so I killed her. I felt such rage in the dream that it truly frightened me.
4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?
Only in passing, or as a brief part of a journal entry as a tool for self-examination. I usually have other things on my mind when I wake up and don't want to take the time to sit down and write right away.
5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?
Only insofar as to realize that I can actually escape a nightmare. It feels almost like changing the channel; one minute, I'm being pursued by a hostile army of angry soldiers, and the next I turn around and face them and they disappear, to be replaced with a herd of deer or something otherwise fluffy.
posted by Carrie - 09:24 AM
Thursday, May 23
'Kay, I'm stumped. Eric's going to be home any minute, and I haven't started making dinner. I have no idea what to make; nothing sounds good. (I'm almost positive that this is probably because Sam and I have been snacking on handfuls of Rice Krispies most of the afternoon...) What can I whip together fast that won't be too heavy or require thawed meat?
Oh, he's home now. And he thinks he's getting sick again. Great.
posted by Carrie - 05:52 PM
Wednesday, May 22
He's feeling much better today, thank goodness. We stayed inside, just to make sure, but he's flying high, yelling and dancing to the radio. A while ago he discovered a couple of large cardboard boxes (which had previously contained a used set of The New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians that I found for twenty bucks!) and pushed them about the house, filling and unfilling them at random. Then he climbed into and out of one, chuckling at his ingenuity. I wish I could be so easily amused. Oh, wait; I am.
Dinner tonight: Cheesy Meatloaf! [more]
posted by Carrie - 04:51 PM
Tuesday, May 21
My shoulder is damp from where Sam's been resting his face; his nose is running like a faucet. If you'd told me years ago that a shirt soaked with baby snot wouldn't squick me out, I'd have bitten my cheek to keep from laughing. It's my baby's snot, and the only thing going through my mind as I dance him around the room and let him wipe his face against me is that he's actually comfortable for a change.
Poor boy. He's sneezing like crazy, coughing hard, and he looks positively miserable. That is, he looks miserable when he's not grinning. He's in good spirits, despite how sick he looks. The dark circles under his eyes contrast crazily with the sparkle in the eyes themselves.
I feel selfish when I hope that he gets over the cold by Saturday, in time for our anniversary date. I don't think Sam would object to the letter of the wish, though, so I won't recant.
posted by Carrie - 02:49 PM
Monday, May 20
I just accidentally dropped a box of generic Rice Krispies on the floor, scattering cereal everywhere. Sam, never one to miss an opportunity, scampered quickly over and began gorging himself as fast as he could. How could I stay aggravated when looking at a sight like that?
posted by Carrie - 11:57 AM
Core dump entry!
posted by Carrie - 11:17 AM
I hate to admit it, but the boy needs a haircut. It's really been in his eyes the past couple of days, and I think he'd be happier with a trim. I'll ask my friends where they take their kids for haircuts; Eric's eyes nearly popped out of his head when I suggested that I take Sam to my (not terribly inexpensive, but worth it) salon. In my defense, the hairdresser I use is one of the youngest and least expensive there, but I grasped Eric's point.
Waah! My baby's getting so big!
posted by Carrie - 09:28 AM
Saturday, May 18
My brother's here! He and Eric are putting a new hard drive in his computer; Sam really wants to help and is quite put off by their hands-off policy enforcement.
I love having my brother living so close! Wow, family within an hour's drive!
posted by Carrie - 06:46 PM
Friday, May 17
I'm bummed. I'm still sick enough that I really don't feel comfortable going to playgroup and exposing all the kiddies. But Sam needs to get out of the house! I feel awful keeping him isolated like this; he's obviously getting bored, and I just want to get him out and about so he can be amongst people, as he craves.
Last night when Eric got home, Sam crawled into his lap and insisted on being cuddled for around fifteen minutes. These Mommy-sick days are so hard on him, and I feel awful about that.
Any ideas on how I can get him out of the house without exposing anyone to my illness? All of my friends are in town, while I'm out in the township, so I don't want to ask anybody to drive out here and get him, even if I thought he'd go without me. Gah. Maybe I'll feel better enough by this afternoon to take him to the mall or something.
posted by Carrie - 09:19 AM
1. What shampoo do you use?
Either whatever Eric is currently using (often Head and Shoulders), or else Herbal Essences. I've also recently used Philosophy gels, but they're awfully expensive.
2. Do you use conditioner? What kind?
Always. Usually Herbal Essences, but the Philosophy stuff was 3-in-1. I don't usually like combined shampoo-conditioner, but those worked really well.
3. When was the last time you got your hair cut?
Last week! Before that, though, it had been several months.
4. What styling products do you use?
Nothing, usually. I'll occasionally use a little hairspray, but more often than not, I don't use anything at all. My hairdresser makes me feel like I should use this wax stuff to get rid of flyaways, but then I have to wash my hair more often, and with Sam around, it's not worth it. Besides, who am I trying to impress? Eric doesn't notice when I comb my hair, and Sam just likes me to tickle him with it.
5. What's your worst hair-related experience?
posted by Carrie - 08:34 AM
Thursday, May 16
I had to search high and low for the thermometer (Eric: "It's either downstairs or upstairs..."), but I finally found it. A little over 100. I hate fevers.
Sam has been tantrumming much of today: I won't let him go outside in the rain, play with scissors, or bite my shoulders. Must be a rough life, I tell you. You've never heard such whining. (Well, unless you've been reading this weblog for the past couple of days. I guess he comes by it honestly.) If he gets sick, I may just lose my mind altogether.
I can feel the germs crawling over my skin. Maybe Sam and I will have to take a shower in a while. Then again, I feel rather dizzy, and I don't want to drop a slippery wet baby. I don't think he'll willingly let me have one on my own without Daddy to occupy him, though. Ugh.
posted by Carrie - 03:43 PM
I freaking hate "Journey to Ernie."
(For you non-mom-types, I apologize for the surreality of this post. I'm feeling pretty surreal myself; children's television is an odd landscape.)
posted by Carrie - 11:26 AM
I have no voice at all; it's agony to make a noise. This makes parenting difficult, as you might imagine. I'm also congested and running a fever, I think. I can't find the thermometer, but I'm clammy and my upper lip is sweating. Ugh.
We're watching cartoons, and I actually just heard one of the characters utter, "I hope Shen-Shen told them to be nicer to her ya-ya!" I have no idea what's going on, but that made me chuckle - and then wince.
posted by Carrie - 09:20 AM
Wednesday, May 15
Sam wanted to stay au naturel tonight after playing in the tub. I snapped some shots of him; these are the "modest" ones. Gracious, he's a muscular little boy! It's hard to believe that he's so lightweight (25th percentile at his last appointment), but he's tall for his age.
In the living room?
Little baby bottom
Happy to pose
posted by Carrie - 06:53 PM
I had a few people asking for the recipe for the Cream Cheese Bread that I mentioned in yesterday's journal entry. It was absolutely delicious, and I'm happy to share! [more]
posted by Carrie - 10:21 AM
My throat is killing me. It started as a tickle yesterday, so I took the equivalent of a blue whale's daily Vitamin C requirement, drank a bunch of OJ, and took it easy. Today, it's much worse. Feh. I'd gargle salt water, but we have no freaking salt in the house! Who the heck runs out of salt?!
Why, yes, I am in a foul temper.
Anyway, the living room is pretty child-proofed, so I think I'm going to cuddle up on the floor under a blanket and let Sam run around while I rest. He'll be okay. I just can't push myself. Any home remedies would be welcomed, too.
posted by Carrie - 10:14 AM
Tuesday, May 14
There's another new entry up in the journal. I also like the chocolate fudge pie from Giant Eagle's bakery.
posted by Carrie - 08:16 PM
It's been a "big big" day for Sam. That's been the phrase of the day, you see. Since the moment he woke, everything has been "Big big big BIG big bug big bug bug big BIG!"
He climbed down the steps all by himself, chanting "Big big!" the entire way. He only stopped at the very last steps, grabbing hold of the rails and shaking them like a miniature King Kong. "Big big BIG!"
We went to the park, and he slid down the slides by himself. "Big!" He inspected the refrigerator, pulled out one of the shelves, and selected a bottle of Worcestershire sauce for closer examination. "Big big!" He sat on the merry-go-round and went round and round until he was dizzy. "Big big! Oh, big!"
Yep, squirt. You sure are "big big."
posted by Carrie - 02:30 PM
Monday, May 13
There's a new entry up in the journal. Busy weekend!
posted by Carrie - 04:59 PM
My little conductor man! This was his church dedication outfit, so we had to go out and show him off to the ladies at the library afterwards. He looked bone-crushingly adorable, if I do say so myself.
posted by Carrie - 12:56 PM
Saturday, May 11
Last night, I awoke from my sleep when I felt movement in the bed next to me. I opened my eyes to see Sammy, who'd been asleep when Eric came home, being hoisted into the air above his daddy. He was smiling down with bright eyes and a wide grin. Eric held him high for a few minutes, and then set him down between us. I nursed him, and we all drifted back to sleep as a family.
I love my men.
posted by Carrie - 11:51 AM
Friday, May 10
It's long, but it's entertaining. Assuming, of course, that you'll enjoy laughing at my pain. I know I do...ten years later, anyway.
posted by Carrie - 11:50 AM
He's coming home tonight! He's coming home tonight!
posted by Carrie - 09:48 AM
Thursday, May 9
I'm trying to clean the kitchen, and Sam is being a whiny-butt. In an effort to encourage him to stay in the living room (within my view, but out of the mop bucket), I put on the television. Normally, he listens to the sounds, but goes about his business for the most part.
Teletubbies was on. He'd never seen it before, since we don't usually watch television during the day. It was unholy; he sat perfectly still for half an hour, staring at the Teletubbies and occasionally giggling. I got the chills watching him zone in on the TV screen, oblivious to anything else.
Hmm. Must remember this. It could be a potent weapon against fussing, but one I'm not particularly eager to use. Frightening.
posted by Carrie - 11:02 AM
Wednesday, May 8
We went to the zoo today, despite the fact that the skies were threatening rain. Sam didn't mind; he like helping me carry the umbrella. When the rainclouds burst, our mood was only slightly dampened. (Ba-dum bum!) We had the whole zoo pretty much to ourselves, and the animals seemed to appreciate our company.
After a little while of walking in the rain, Sam fell asleep in the sling. I went into the nearest building, looking for a quiet place to sit down and rest. I found the koala corner and sat on the bench, drying the cuffs of my jeans.
The mama koala had recently had a baby, which was now just big enough to have fur and sit in his mother's arms. The two were snuggled together, sleeping on a branch. Every so often, Mama would awaken and resettle herself, pushing the baby's head more firmly against her shoulder and resting her chin on his head. The baby would yawn and cuddle close.
I nearly cried at the poignancy. Mama and Baby nestled in a tree, and this mama and her baby spent nearly twenty minutes watching them, appreciating our similarities.
posted by Carrie - 07:10 PM
I ordered a pizza for dinner. (Heck, I'm not cooking for just me.) I put the pizza box down and went into the kitchen to get some "fine china" (read: paper towels).
Sam, little Mister Independence himself, crawled over to the box, opened it, hauled out a piece of pizza, and was chowing down when I came back into the room. He likes crusts.
I'm just glad he didn't decide to sample the pepperoncini peppers instead, or else his reaction might have been somewhat less enthusiastic.
posted by Carrie - 07:01 PM
Tuesday, May 7
I updated my craft page with pictures of the cutest little...well, you'll have to go see for yourself.
posted by Carrie - 04:03 PM
Well, thus begins the Period of Progressive Grumpiness. Eric leaves for corporate headquarters right after work today; he won't be back until late Friday night. This is not going to go over well with Samuel, beginning tonight when he begins to wonder why Daddy isn't home yet. I figure that by Friday evening, we should be encountering some serious turbulence.
I have a secret weapon, though, to use in cases of extreme need. For whatever reason, my son adores Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I pop in the DVD, and he crawls right over to the TV to pat her face and gaze up in fascination. It usually gains me at least twenty minutes of peace, though I do sit with him and narrate.
And then, of course, is my plan to keep the time as packed full as possible. Tomorrow we're going to the zoo, and Friday we're hopefully going yard-saling with friends. No plans yet for Thursday, but I'm sure something will arise. Any suggestions? It's supposed to be rainy.
posted by Carrie - 11:15 AM
Monday, May 6
Can somebody please translate this for me?
He's been saying it all morning, and it seems to have no correlation to anything he's doing or seeing. He plays, he stops and looks up, and he says it. It seems to have some sort of importance, but I have no idea what.
posted by Carrie - 01:29 PM
I am so freaking hungry, and there's no food in this house. (Well, nothing that sounds good.)
Sam is having a lazy, nursey, calm day. A minute ago, he was just lounging across my lap, nursing and kicking his heels against the floor while he gazed around the room. Now he's playing by the open door, chattering at the splattering rain drops.
My fingernails and toenails are bright, sparkly blue.
Scattered? Just a bit.
posted by Carrie - 01:13 PM
Well. According to my Christmas gift list, I'll need to have knitted (by Christmas, even):
- 6 hats
- 4 scarves
- 4 pillows
- 6 dishcloths
- 4 socks
- 1 handbag
- 1 stuffed bear
- 1 blanket
- 1 sweater
Is that even possible?
posted by Carrie - 09:54 AM
Friday, May 3
I'm coming along nicely on Linda's sweater. It's a cardigan done in eyelet stitch, which took me a while to master (read: become semi-competent in performing), especially since there seems to have been a slight misprint in the pattern. I figured it out, though.
The back of the sweater, so far
Closeup of the eyelet stitching
posted by Carrie - 07:52 PM
Thursday, May 2
I guess I was hungry and tired. I ate a salad and some pizza (Sam helped with the salad and my crusts) and rested a bit, and now I'm feeling much better. Neither of us took a nap, though, and one of us (probably both) is going to be cranky because of it as the evening wears on.
I updated Sam's wish list (the link is over on the side in case anybody is interested and happens to have disposable cash for which they have no use) when I realized that it was full of newborn and infant toys. Whoops. Hope my mother-in-law hasn't been using it for his birthday...
posted by Carrie - 05:01 PM
Can't remember whether I took my Zoloft last night. I don't often forget things like that, but I have no other explanation for this sudden, crushing sadness that's come over me in the past hour, for no reason at all. I'm having trouble focusing through the haze; I can't think straight or coherently.
Maybe I'm just tired; I spent the morning cleaning Sam's room, and my back and shoulders ache. Maybe I'm just lonely; it's been a week since I've spent time with any other adults, and Eric's going away on business in a few days. Maybe I'm just hungry; I haven't eaten yet today and nothing in the house looks good. Maybe I'm just frustrated; Sam's fallen multiple times today and is peeved and tearful.
But there have been a couple of good moments. Sam learned to climb up and down stairs this morning. He slept well last night, after enjoying his first taste of raspberry sherbet (Baskin and Robbins was having "Free Scoop" day). I found two adorable outfits, one warm and one cool, for his Dedication at church next week.
Well, I should go put Baby down for a nap, and maybe I'll take one myself. Perhaps that will help.
posted by Carrie - 02:06 PM