Friday, August 30

There's a new entry up in the journal. Boy, it takes a long time to write an entry these days; Sam and I have been playing a growling game all afternoon, and I could only write when he was taking a break.

posted by Carrie - 04:45 PM

Friday Five:

1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own?
Don't have one, honestly. I loved my single pair of jeans, but now that I'm losing so much weight, they're beginning to drag on the floor a bit too much to be very wearable. I enjoy my sandals, but they're starting to disintegrate. The baby sling doesn't count as clothing, does it? I guess I'll name my long plaid flannel nightgown as the front runner, though I'm a little afraid that by the time the weather cools enough for me to wear it, it won't fit either.

2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire?
Maybe a Moonpudding nursing dress. I have no idea where I'd wear it, but I lust after them. Actually, I really do just want a pretty nursing dress or two.

3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why?
Recital gowns and such. I've got a lovely, lovely green gown that I wore for my senior piano recital, and I know full well that I'll never wear the thing again. Bridesmaid dress count in the same category. I saw a fashion news item recently that discussed ways to cheaply alter such articles of clothing to make them more ubiquitous, but I don't have the energy right now.

4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in?
Eric loves me in dresses. Unfortunately, I own no dresses suitable for nursing, so I haven't worn one in ages; I don't relish having to strip in order to feed Sam.

5. What has been your biggest fashion accident?
Maybe the sweatshirt with the fluorescent, glow-in-the dark handprints all over it. Hey, I was in sixth grade; give me a break.

posted by Carrie - 11:49 AM

Well, we're back from Dayton. It was a reasonably good trip, though there were moments of unspeakable horror from a Sam-point-of-view (will somebody please tell me where he learned to scream like that?); I hope to have a journal entry up sometime today. Of course, that might be too optimistic a goal, since we're leaving either tonight or tomorrow for a week with the in-laws. Still have to do laundry and repack, you know.

When we leave will depend on Sam, methinks. He's much happier now than he has been of late, and I don't want to push him over the edge.

posted by Carrie - 09:46 AM

Tuesday, August 27

Carrie, reporting to you live from Dayton, Ohio. I'm actually in the mall across the street from our hotel, where a local library branch is allowing my to use their Internet terminal. Very handy.

Things are going quite nicely so far. Sam and I have browsed the mall, swum in the hotel pool (with a simply huge depth range of four to four and a half feet), played a Chuck E. Cheese's (where Sam informed me that playing in a ball pit is not the same thing as playing with balls, the latter being much preferable), and ate at an Italian restaurant that provided Sam with a large ball of raw pizza dough to sculpt and mold. Naturally, Sammy decided that it was less fun than delicious and ate it.

So we're enjoying ourselves, and if Sam's a little rambunctious, well, it's no worse than it would be at home. Better, actually, since a more relaxed mommy is better able to deal with a child who's beginning to make her wonder whether he was actually sired by the Energizer Bunny Rabbit...

posted by Carrie - 01:10 PM

Saturday, August 24

There's a new entry up in the journal. Just some pre-trip blatherings.

posted by Carrie - 10:38 PM

Thursday, August 22

Big day tomorrow. Sam and I are meeting Mom and Dad in Ann Arbor at 10, which means we would have to leave here around nine. We'll be getting up earlier than that, though, because Kohl's is haveing a grand opening of one of its stores in our town, and the first 200 people through the door at 8 in the morning are getting a gift package.

Yeah, it'll probably be lame. If I weren't already leaving town pretty early anyway, I'd certainly skip it. But I am, so I'm not.

I also got a free gift card in the mail for them to use on opening weekend, so I might use that. Ooh, baby!

posted by Carrie - 05:48 PM

Ah, the baby's upstairs napping, and the stove is merrily cooking a nice meal of chili and cornbread for me to take to a new friend who's just given birth. It's quiet, dark (I have the lights off to make the house feel cooler), and so peaceful around here.

There's a certain satisfaction lingering over the day, despite a few snags. I had to get new plates for my car instead of just re-registering the old ones, due to a title nix-up, but it feels kind of nice to see the snazzy new red, white, and blue plates on my car. I rented Lord of the Rings for tonight, and that was a hassle, too, since I found out that my name wasn't on the card with Eric's; still, it was resolved with only a minor fuss, and the DVD is waiting for me on the chest freezer. Sam threw a royal fit at lunch (teething time again), throwing fries everywhere before I could stop him, but the restaurant owner gave him a free roll of candy to show him that there were no hard feelings. And even though our friends at the nursing home were both feeling ill today, cutting our visits short, Sam was able to enjoy the hour by toddling up and down the halls and bringing smiles to plenty more of the residents.

Good day, so far.

posted by Carrie - 04:34 PM

Wednesday, August 21

Sam might be entering a "Daddy" phase. He's always been a huge fan of Eric, but today, when I told him that we were going to meet Daddy for lunch, he clapped his hands and said, "Yay!"

Then, a bit ago, I took Sam upstairs to try to nurse him to sleep. He was very drowsy, but after a few seconds, he pulled away, looked up at me, looked around the room, then crawled to the edge of the bed and whimpered in the direction of the doorway. I called Eric to the room, and when he came to the bed, Sam stood up and demanded to be picked up and held. After a few minutes of cuddling, Eric tried to put him down so he could remove his clothes; Sam freaked and refused to be out of Daddy's arms. In the end, Daddy's arm across Sam's chest was a necessary condition for him to agree to nurse to sleep.

My guys. Eric is positively glowing.

posted by Carrie - 09:13 PM

I've noticed that Eric and I get along much better when the house isn't in disarray. I've noticed that the amount of time I spend on the computer is inversely proportional to the amount of control I can maintain over the household. Hence, my recent absence. I've been keeping the computer off during the day, and this place is looking much nicer. Family relations are much more peaceful, too.

Of course, the state of my inbox is a disaster. But priorities being what they are, I'm pretty satisfied.

posted by Carrie - 09:07 PM

Monday, August 19

Participation Positives for this week:

- Clean clothes
- Clean dishes
- Little boys who nap with toy cars clutched in their hands
- Sitcoms that make me laugh when my face is sore from frowning
- An upcoming week in Dayton with Eric while he's in training
- Thunderstorms in the morning
- Birdhouse In Your Soul
- Wrapped Around Your Finger
- Cold soda in the fridge
- Cold chocolate chips in the freezer
- Solitary time when I can get it

posted by Carrie - 08:04 PM

Busy, busy. Run to DMV, get form for durable power of attorney so that I can register the car without Eric. Run to the store for eggs and Liquid Plumber (stupid toilet; I'll beat you yet). Do lots of loads of laundry; do several dishwasher loads of dishes. Make Mahoney's Black Bean and Salsa Soup and my own Corny-Cornbread. (For the record, Mahoney, Sam devoured the soup and tried to lick the bowl.) Vacuum. Do more laundry.


posted by Carrie - 07:33 PM

Sunday, August 18

For a variety of reasons, we found ourselves in Ann Arbor yesterday. Hot, sweaty, tiring, but good nonetheless. I must say that I will be very happy when Sam becomes a little less unpredictable on his feet. He loves to walk down the sidewalk by himself, but the facts that he can't be counted upon to hold hands and that he gets distracted by individual air molecules drifting past him makes that an even more exhausting proposition than just carrying him. I don't like kid leashes (big understatement, that), but I can begin to see why some parents feel they're necessary.

Today it was a little window shopping (well, Eric got himself some new charcoal pencils), and then I dropped the men off at home and went out to have some "Carrie time." I sat at a little nearby restaurant, read a book, and had a soda and a piece of cheesecake. Life can be pretty okay sometimes.

My parents are on vacation in Michigan this week, and I'm driving to meet them on Thursday. Can't wait!

posted by Carrie - 07:13 PM

Friday, August 16

My child is his father's son in so very many ways. Lately, though, he's becoming even more his father's son, getting away with some pretty interesting tactics that leave Eric laughing hysterically and me blushing crimson. He's becoming a "ladies' man."

To wit:

- This weekend we went to the mall, where Sam approached two different buxom women he didn't know, lifted his arms to be picked up, and then, well, "felt them up" while they cooed over him.
- We went into a candy store recently, and he walked over to the counter and flirted with the shop owner until she gave him free chocolate.
- Yesterday at the pool, he was busy playing with a little girl in the shallow water, toddling back and forth around her. Suddenly he tripped, and in falling, he caught himself - on the front neckline of her bathing suit. She was, naturally, quite alarmed. He just grinned.
- Today at the department store, he walked up to a little girl in a stroller, started up a "conversation," and then tried to push her and her stroller away with him.

This is in addition to the many, many young women he charms on a daily basis, the lingerie commercials that stop him dead in his tracks, the "Hey, baby" looks he gives to every woman in every public place we enter...

Oh, my.

posted by Carrie - 07:20 PM

Thursday, August 15

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Ow, I say.

posted by Carrie - 07:57 PM

Wednesday, August 14

Okay, I am either going out-of-my-mind loony, or Sam is talking. Not babbling, mind you; talking. For a while, now, he's been doing what I would have called "highly communicative babbling." It had great range of inflection and a wide variety of consonant and vowel sounds. You could just about imagine that he was actually speaking to you, if in another language.

But now... I've begun to listen more closely to him, and I swear that the boy is using sentences. They're rudimentary, but there. A few seconds ago, he turned to me and said, "Da-da! Da-da work?"

I was a little stunned; "Da-da is at work" is my usual response to him when he calls for Eric during the day. "Yes, Da-da is at work," I replied to him.

"All ight," he said, and he toddled off, mumbling unintelligible things about Daddy under his breath.

Earlier this afternoon, he completed one activity and sat on his knees, bouncing expectantly, and said something that sounded distinctly like "What do?" before scrambling over to another toy. His "Go co!" greatly resembles a request to go to the car, and little phrases that sound suspiciously like "Me do" or "Baby do" have been peppering his playtime.

Of course, all this could be the product of a delusional mind that is in serious need of more adult contact. Who knows?

posted by Carrie - 03:48 PM

Tuesday, August 13

We had a long day yesterday. Since I had to run errands in the next town over, and we had to be there in the evening anyway for a LLL meeting, I decided to make a day of it for us. We ran our errands, ate lunch, did a little window shopping, and spent several hours at the park. Sam enjoys playgrounds so much more now that he can walk from toy to toy as he chooses, but he still itches to be able to move as fast and climb as high as the bigger kids. I had to continually rescue him and pull him back from the brinks of the platforms on the jungle gyms when he was trying to follow them down climbing bars or rope ladders.

The meeting was good, but Sam once again went head to head with an older, more aggressive little boy. Sam thought little Willy was the coolest boy he had ever seen, but Willy was disinclined to play nicely with Sam; he kept pushing and knocking down Sam whenever he got near him. To her credit, Willy's mom was right there, correcting him and attempting to stop the behavior; even when she put Willy in a chair for time-out and asked him to just try to stay away from Sam, though, Sam toddled right back over to Willy's chair with a huge, if tear-streaked, smile and toys to share.

He's covered in bruises today. Nice. We're going out in a bit to pick up some more Arnica to treat those. I just wish I knew how to help him stand up for himself without turning him into a bully, too.

posted by Carrie - 02:01 PM

Monday, August 12

Goodbye, Judy.

posted by Carrie - 09:54 AM

Sunday, August 11

New entry up in the journal. This really sucks. Anybody have any nice kids who can be Sam's friends?

posted by Carrie - 09:43 PM

Friday, August 9

Uh, excuse me?

posted by Carrie - 12:11 PM

Friday Five:

1. Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it?
Yep. A 1992 Pontiac Bonneville named Bess. Assuming, of course, that she starts up when I go to try it today; she's made me nervous with her recent troubles.

2. Do you drive very often?
Well, I try to get out of the house every day, but we sometimes just go for walks. I'd say we drive every other day or so.

3. What's your dream car?
Don't laugh, but...this. I've rolled a car before, and if I can help it, it's an experience that I will never, ever repeat. One of these babies will Just. Not. Roll. You know?

4. Have you ever received a ticket?
Only once, after my last accident. It was for "Failure to Yield." I can accept that.

5. Have you ever been in an accident?
Ook. Let's see. Not counting ones in which I was not the driver, I've been in four. That sounds awful. The first one was just a little fender bender on an icy patch in a parking lot at college. No huge deal, and not a lot of damage. The second one was the biggie: rolling the car in an ice storm on the highway. Scared the life out of me, that one did. After that, I was in an accident after we got married; a flighty little pre-interior design major ran a stop sign and totalled my car. (Quoth the maiden as she ran to my car afterwards, where I sat, reeling: "Did we both run that stop sign?" Um, no, princess.) The last one was this June. Not pleasant.

posted by Carrie - 10:43 AM

Thursday, August 8

Some people can be so rude and hurtful, I could just spit. I mean, really.

posted by Carrie - 05:59 PM

Look what was on the front page of today's newspaper. Yep, look at that picture. We have a celebrity in the family!

posted by Carrie - 10:31 AM

Wednesday, August 7

Guess who we met today?

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It was for a promotional event at a local mall, and she seemed very nice. I can't wait to tell Sam someday how he had British royalty play with his toes when he was a baby.

The only thing I don't understand was the mock look of deep suspicion when I told her his name. "Sam," she said. "Sam..." Is there a "black sheep" Sam in British politics of whom I'm unaware?

posted by Carrie - 06:54 PM

Tuesday, August 6

Before I became a mommy, I used to wonder how I would handle it when my children threw up. I'm not good with vomit; seeing, hearing, or smelling it makes me want to vomit, too. I was worried about how I would react when I needed to stay calm.


posted by Carrie - 07:21 PM

Stolen from Jennifer:

You are 43% geek
You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.

Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.

You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!

Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!

You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at

posted by Carrie - 02:17 PM

Monday, August 5

Participation Positives for this week:

- The sight of two more little teeth finally poking their way through Sam's gums
- The bravest little boy in the world
- Several ideas brewing for marketable articles
- Great discounts to be had at warehouse stores
- Unintelligible, yet still hilarious, baby jokes
- County fairs that make my little boy laugh
- Rice...yum!

posted by Carrie - 07:38 PM

Following in the path of some other great mamas, Sam and I decided to post some of our own nursing photos. (We refer to it as "nursies" or "nur-nurs.") Partially nude breasts follow.

No cameras, please.
Well, if you must.
Ah, the joys of nursing a toddler...
Contemplating life

posted by Carrie - 05:57 PM

You know you're mothering a toddler when you exit the room for a second, leaving the baby sitting on the floor and watching Sesame Street, and you come back to find him watching The Young and the Restless while standing on his rocking chair. Yikes!

posted by Carrie - 12:49 PM

BlogTree: have you added your blog? And why not?

posted by Carrie - 10:45 AM

Saturday, August 3

We went to the county fair today. To say that Sam had a blast would be quite the understatement.

Looking at baby chicks
Alerting the baby chicks to his presence
Waving at the crowd
Walking with Mama
See you later!

posted by Carrie - 09:17 PM

Friday, August 2

Friday Five:

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from?
Hmm. Well. I'm quite the mutt, really. Irish, Scots, German, English, Native American, and many more. I most closely wear my Irish heritage on my face, I know.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit?
Ireland, definitely. Luckily, Europe isn't such a large place that if I went to visit any of my homelands, I couldn't make a quick trip to a few of the others.

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why?
Oh, that's hard. It's cheating to say Native American, isn't it? Maybe Scotland, but only because I want to see the others slightly more.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage?
Not really. I'm such a mutt that I'd feel ingenuous celebrating a heritage that's so mixed. I grew up more American than anything else, and I don't really identify with my far-away roots. It's sad, but true.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)?
Much further back than that, though I'd be hard-pressed to say just how far. My grandfather did lots of genealogy, and I have a copy of that family tree. Hold on a second...

Ugh, can't find it. Well, I'll look for it later, and maybe I'll write a bit about it in the journal. Suffice it to say that my family's been here a while. I've got a couple of ancestors on the Declaration of Independence; my grandmother's maiden name was Bartlett, a good old American name.

posted by Carrie - 10:24 AM

Thursday, August 1

There's a new entry up about the car and other things. Thanks for all the advice; I'm not sure we'll be able to do anything, though. I feel really sick about it.

posted by Carrie - 08:26 PM

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